# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | I would but cannot sing | | | | | | | |
d102 | I would not live alway [always], I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
d103 | If God is mine, then present things | | | | | | | |
d104 | I'm not ashamed to own my [the] Lord | | | | | | | |
d105 | In Jordan's tide [waves] the Baptist [prophet] stands | | | | | | | |
d106 | In union with the Lamb From condemnation free | | | | | | | |
d107 | In vain we seek for peace with God By methods of our own | | | | | | | |
d108 | Infinite excellence is thine | | | | | | | |
d109 | Jerusalem, my happy home, O how I long for thee | | | | | | | |
d110 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
d111 | Jesus grant us all a blessing | | | | | | | |
d112 | Jesus, I love thy charming name | | | | | | | |
d113 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
d114 | Jesus, my [mine] [our] all, to heaven is [has] gone | | | | | | | |
d115 | Jesus, our Savior and our God, Arrayed | | | | | | | |
d116 | Jesus, thou art the sinner's friend | | | | | | | |
d117 | Joy to the world, the Lord is [has] come | | | | | | | |
d118 | Keep silence, all created things | | | | | | | |
d119 | Kindred in Christ, for his dear [name's] sake | | | | | | | |
d120 | Let death dissolve my body now | | | | | | | |
d121 | Let every quickened ear attend | | | | | | | |
d122 | Let sinners take their course | | | | | | | |
d123 | Let worldly minds the world pursue | | | | | | | |
d124 | Let Zion's watchman all awake | | | | | | | |
d125 | Lord, at thy table I [we] behold The wonders of thy grace | | | | | | | |
d126 | Lord, before we leave thy temple | | | | | | | |
d127 | Lord, dismiss us with Thy [your] blessing, Fill our | | | | | | | |
d128 | Lord, grant a smile before we part | | | | | | | |
d129 | Lord, what is man, poor feeble man | | | | | | | |
d130 | Mid [midst] scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
d131 | Must friends and kindred droop and die | | | | | | | |
d132 | My dear Redeemer, and my Lord | | | | | | | |
d133 | My God, my life, my love, to thee, to thee I call | | | | | | | |
d134 | My God, my portion, and my love, my everlasting all. | | | | | | | |
d135 | My God, the spring of all my joys | | | | | | | |
d136 | My gracious Redeemer I [I'll] love | | | | | | | |
d137 | My sorrows, like a flood | | | | | | | |
d138 | Not all the blood of beast [beasts], On Jewish altars | | | | | | | |
d139 | Not all the outward forms on earth, Nor rites that God hath given | | | | | | | |
d140 | Not to control the church of God | | | | | | | |
d141 | Not with our mortal eyes have we beheld the Lord | | | | | | | |
d142 | Now, gracious Lord, thine [thy] arm reveal | | | | | | | |
d143 | O could I find some peaceful bower | | | | | | | |
d144 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
d145 | O for a thousand tongues to sing my great [dear] Redeemer's praise | | | | | | | |
d146 | O happy day when saints shall meet | | | | | | | |
d147 | O happy time, long waited for, The comfort of my heart | | | | | | | |
d148 | O tell me no more of this [the] world's vain [vain world's] store | | | | | | | |
d149 | O that the Lord would count me meet | | | | | | | |
d150 | O what amazing words of grace Are in the gospel found | | | | | | | |
d151 | O when shall I [we] see Jesus and dwell [reign] with Him above | | | | | | | |
d152 | O [When] thou my righteous Judge shall [shalt] come | | | | | | | |
d153 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
d154 | Once more before we part, O [we'll] bless the Savior's [Redeemer's] name | | | | | | | |
d155 | Prepare me gracious God to stand before thy | | | | | | | |
d156 | Prostrate dear Jesus at thy feet | | | | | | | |
d157 | Religion is the chief concern | | | | | | | |
d158 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d159 | Salvation O melodious sound | | | | | | | |
d160 | Salvation O mysterious plan | | | | | | | |
d161 | Salvation, O the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
d162 | Salvation through our dying head | | | | | | | |
d163 | Salvation what a glorious plan | | | | | | | |
d164 | Savior divine, we know Thy name | | | | | | | |
d165 | Savior, visit Thy [our] plantation, grant us Lord, a gracious rain | | | | | | | |
d166 | Self righteous souls on works rely | | | | | | | |
d167 | Show pity Lord, O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
d168 | Sing, all ye ransomed of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d169 | Sometimes that which I most desire | | | | | | | |
d170 | Sons we are, through God's election | | | | | | | |
d171 | Sovereign of all the worlds on high | | | | | | | |
d172 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d173 | Sweet rivers of redeeming love | | | | | | | |
d174 | Tarry with me, O my Savior | | | | | | | |
d175 | Tell me no more of earthly toys | | | | | | | |
d176 | The angels that watched round the tomb | | | | | | | |
d177 | The righteous Lord supremely great | | | | | | | |
d178 | The voice of the Shepherd his flock shall convene | | | | | | | |
d179 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d180 | There is a house not made with [by] hands, Eternal | | | | | | | |
d181 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d182 | There is a name whose music thrills | | | | | | | |
d183 | There is a period known to God | | | | | | | |
d184 | This is the day the Lord hath [has] made, He calls | | | | | | | |
d185 | This is the feast of heavenly wine | | | | | | | |
d186 | Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb | | | | | | | |
d187 | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
d188 | Thus was the great Redeemer plunged | | | | | | | |
d189 | Thy mercy, my God, is the theme of my song | | | | | | | |
d190 | Time like a fleeting shadow flies | | | | | | | |
d191 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
d192 | 'Tis religion that can give sweetest pleasures | | | | | | | |
d193 | To God the only wise, our Savior and our King | | | | | | | |
d194 | 'Twas on that [a] dark, that [and] doleful [awful] [dreary] night [day] | | | | | | | |
d195 | 'Twixt Jesus and the chosen race | | | | | | | |
d196 | Vain are the hopes the [that] sons of men | | | | | | | |
d197 | Wait, O my soul, thy [the] Maker's will | | | | | | | |
d198 | We are a garden walled around | | | | | | | |
d199 | We shall sleep, but not forever | | | | | | | |
d200 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |