# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | Jesus, meek and gentle | | | | | | | |
d102 | Jesus, see a little child | | | | | | | |
d103 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
d104 | Joy to the world, the Lord is [has] come | | | | | | | |
d105 | Joyfully, joyfully, onward I [we] move | | | | | | | |
d106 | Kind words can never die, Cherished and blest | | | | | | | |
d107 | Let saints below in concert sing [join] | | | | | | | |
d108 | Life's rosy morn her golden light | | | | | | | |
d109 | Little drops of water, little grains of sand | | | | | | | |
d110 | Littlle travelers Zionward Each one entering | | | | | | | |
d111 | Lo he comes from heaven descending sent to judge | | | | | | | |
d112 | Lord, as to Thy dear cross we flee [fly] | | | | | | | |
d113 | Lord, dismiss us with Thy [your] blessing, Fill our | | | | | | | |
d114 | Lord, how delightful 'tis to see A whole assembly worship thee | | | | | | | |
d115 | Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high | | | | | | | |
d116 | Lord, in this thy mercy's day | | | | | | | |
d117 | Lord, thou hast searched, and seen me [us] through | | | | | | | |
d118 | Lord, we know that thou art near us | | | | | | | |
d119 | Mary to her [the] Savior's tomb | | | | | | | |
d120 | May the grace of Christ [God] our [the] Savior | | | | | | | |
d121 | Morn amid the mountains | | | | | | | |
d122 | My country, blest of heaven | | | | | | | |
d123 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
d124 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
d125 | My dear Redeemer, and my Lord | | | | | | | |
d126 | My faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary | | | | | | | |
d127 | My God [O God], accept my [our] heart [hearts] this day | | | | | | | |
d128 | My soul be on thy [your] guard | | | | | | | |
d129 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
d130 | New every morning is the love | | | | | | | |
d131 | Now as the day is ending | | | | | | | |
d132 | Now the day is over, Night is drawing nigh | | | | | | | |
d133 | O come in life's gay morning | | | | | | | |
d134 | O come, let us raise our tribute of song | | | | | | | |
d135 | O, for a [an] heart to praise [love] my God | | | | | | | |
d136 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
d137 | O for a thousand tongues to sing my great [dear] Redeemer's praise | | | | | | | |
d138 | O Jesu [Jesus], thou art standing | | | | | | | |
d139 | O let him whose sorrow | | | | | | | |
d140 | O Lord, behold before thy throne | | | | | | | |
d141 | O [Our] God, our help in ages [seasons] past | | | | | | | |
d142 | O praise ye the Lord, Prepare your glad voice | | | | | | | |
d143 | O very great shall Jesus be | | | | | | | |
d144 | O where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
d145 | Oft in danger [sorrow], oft [and] in woe | | | | | | | |
d146 | One [A] sweetly [sweet] solemn thought comes to me o'er and o'er | | | | | | | |
d147 | One by one, the sands are flowing | | | | | | | |
d148 | One there is above all others, well [who] deserves | | | | | | | |
d149 | Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, With the cross | | | | | | | |
d150 | Out on an ocean all boundless we ride | | | | | | | |
d151 | Palms of glory, raiment bright | | | | | | | |
d152 | Plunged in a [the] gulf of dark [deep] despair | | | | | | | |
d153 | Praise the Lord, ye heavens adore him | | | | | | | |
d154 | Praise to God, the great Creator, Bounteous | | | | | | | |
d155 | Prayer is the soul's [heart's] [saint's] sincere desire | | | | | | | |
d156 | Prayer is [was] appointed to convey | | | | | | | |
d157 | Rejoice, ye pure in heart | | | | | | | |
d158 | Remember thy Creator now | | | | | | | |
d159 | Return and come to God | | | | | | | |
d160 | Return, O wanderer, return [Return, return, now wanderer] | | | | | | | |
d161 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
d162 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d163 | Salvation, O the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
d164 | Savior, breathe an evening blessing | | | | | | | |
d165 | Savior, source of every blessing, tune my heart to grateful lays | | | | | | | |
d166 | See the Conqueror mount [mounts] in triumph | | | | | | | |
d167 | See the kind [good] Shepherd, Jesus, stands | | | | | | | |
d168 | See the shining dewdrops | | | | | | | |
d169 | Shall we meet beyond the river, where the surges | | | | | | | |
d170 | Show pity Lord, O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
d171 | Soldiers of Christ, arise, and put [gird] your armor | | | | | | | |
d172 | Sow in the morn thy [the] seed, At eve | | | | | | | |
d173 | Sparkling and bright in its liquid light | | | | | | | |
d174 | Stay, thou insulted [long suffering] Spirit | | | | | | | |
d175 | Sun of my soul [our souls], thou [my] [O] Savior [Father] dear | | | | | | | |
d176 | Sweet is the work, my [O] [our] God, [and] [my] [our] King | | | | | | | |
d177 | Thank God for the Bible, 'tis there that we find | | | | | | | |
d178 | Thanks to our heavenly Father | | | | | | | |
d179 | The Author of salvation | | | | | | | |
d180 | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
d181 | The God of harvest praise | | | | | | | |
d182 | The radiant morn hath passed away | | | | | | | |
d183 | The storm how loud how dark | | | | | | | |
d184 | The year is gone beyond recall | | | | | | | |
d185 | There is a blessed home Beyond this land of woe | | | | | | | |
d186 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | | | |
d187 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d188 | There is a name I love to hear, I love to sing [speak] its worth | | | | | | | |
d189 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
d190 | There is no name so sweet on earth, No name so sweet in heaven | | | | | | | |
d191 | Thine forever, God of love | | | | | | | |
d192 | This is the day the Lord hath [has] made, He calls | | | | | | | |
d193 | Thou art gone to the grave but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
d194 | Thou art the Way, to thee alone | | | | | | | |
d195 | Thou mansion bright, thou home of light | | | | | | | |
d196 | Through the day thy love has [hath] spared us | | | | | | | |
d197 | Time is winging us away | | | | | | | |
d198 | Touch not the cup, it is death to thy [the] soul | | | | | | | |
d199 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d200 | We bring no glittering treasures, no gems | | | | | | | |