# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | O don't you hear the alarm | | | | | | | |
d102 | O God, my heart with love inflame | | | | | | | |
d103 | O how I have longed for the coming [presence] of God [the Lord] | | | | | | | |
d104 | O how sore a thing and grievous | | | | | | | |
d105 | O may I worthy prove to see The saints in full prosperity | | | | | | | |
d106 | O may the power which melts the rock | | | | | | | |
d107 | O that I had a bosom friend | | | | | | | |
d108 | O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight | | | | | | | |
d109 | O when shall I [we] see Jesus and dwell [reign] with Him above | | | | | | | |
d110 | Oft as the bell, with solemn toll, Speaks the departure of a soul | | | | | | | |
d111 | Once a woman silent stood | | | | | | | |
d112 | Once perishing in blood I lay | | | | | | | |
d113 | One awful word which Jesus spoke | | | | | | | |
d114 | Our Lord is risen indeed, And bids | | | | | | | |
d115 | Our souls by [in] love together knit [drawn] [joined] | | | | | | | |
d116 | Physician of my [the] sin sick soul | | | | | | | |
d117 | Poor sinners, little do they think | | | | | | | |
d118 | Precious Bible, what a treasure | | | | | | | |
d119 | Prepare a thankful song | | | | | | | |
d120 | Rejoice, believer [believers], in the Lord | | | | | | | |
d121 | Salvation what a glorious plan | | | | | | | |
d122 | Saved by blood I live to tell | | | | | | | |
d123 | Savior, I do feel Thy merit, sprinkled with redeeming blood | | | | | | | |
d124 | Savior, visit Thy [our] plantation, grant us Lord, a gracious rain | | | | | | | |
d125 | See, the eternal Judge descending | | | | | | | |
d126 | See the gloomy, gathering cloud | | | | | | | |
d127 | Sin enslaved me many years | | | | | | | |
d128 | Sin has undone our wretched race | | | | | | | |
d129 | Sing, my soul, his wondrous love | | | | | | | |
d130 | Sing to the great Jehovah's praise | | | | | | | |
d131 | Sinner, art thou [are you] still secure [sincere] | | | | | | | |
d132 | Sinner [sinners], hear the [thy] Savior's call | | | | | | | |
d133 | Sometimes a light surprises | | | | | | | |
d134 | Stop, poor sinner [sinners], stop and think | | | | | | | |
d135 | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
d136 | Sweeter sounds than music knows | | | | | | | |
d137 | Tell us, O women, we would know | | | | | | | |
d138 | Ten thousand talents once I owed | | | | | | | |
d139 | That glorious day is drawing nigh | | | | | | | |
d140 | The church a garden is | | | | | | | |
d141 | The fountain of Christ, Lord help us to sing | | | | | | | |
d142 | The great tremendous day's approaching | | | | | | | |
d143 | The lion that on Samson roared | | | | | | | |
d144 | The Lord our Salvation and Light | | | | | | | |
d145 | The night draws on, I [we] must away | | | | | | | |
d146 | The reason we love friendship | | | | | | | |
d147 | The rising youth espouse the cause | | | | | | | |
d148 | The sacred ties of friendship | | | | | | | |
d149 | The time draws nigh when you and I are to be separated | | | | | | | |
d150 | The tree of life my [our] soul hath seen | | | | | | | |
d151 | The trumpet of God is sounding abroad | | | | | | | |
d152 | The voice of free grace cries escape | | | | | | | |
d153 | Thou great mysterious God of love | | | | | | | |
d154 | Though sinners would vex me | | | | | | | |
d155 | Thy daily mercies, O my God | | | | | | | |
d156 | Thy message, by the preacher, seal | | | | | | | |
d157 | Time by moments steals away | | | | | | | |
d158 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
d159 | 'Tis my happiness below | | | | | | | |
d160 | United in affection dear | | | | | | | |
d161 | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
d162 | Wake up [my] muse, condole the loss | | | | | | | |
d163 | We've found the rock, the traveler cries [travelers cried] | | | | | | | |
d164 | What a mournful life is mine | | | | | | | |
d165 | What hath the world to equal this | | | | | | | |
d166 | What think ye [you] of Christ, is the test | | | | | | | |
d167 | When a black o'erspreading cloud | | | | | | | |
d168 | When descending from the sky | | | | | | | |
d169 | When first my soul enlisted | | | | | | | |
d170 | When Hannah pressed with grief | | | | | | | |
d171 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d172 | When Joseph his brethren beheld | | | | | | | |
d173 | When my Savior, my Shepherd is near | | | | | | | |
d174 | When on the cross my Lord I see | | | | | | | |
d175 | When Paul was parted from his friends | | | | | | | |
d176 | When Peter boasted, soon he fell | | | | | | | |
d177 | When the wounded spirit hears | | | | | | | |
d178 | While shepherds watch [watched] their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
d179 | Whither should I, Jesus, go | | | | | | | |
d180 | Write to Sardis, said the Lord | | | | | | | |
d181 | Ye souls that trust in Christ rejoice | | | | | | | |
d182 | Ye that pass by, behold the man | | | | | | | |
d183 | Yield to me now, for I am weak | | | | | | | |
d184 | Zaccheus climbed the tree | | | | | | | |