# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | Encompassed with clouds of distress | | | | | | | |
d102 | Fades the lovely blooming flower | | | | | | | |
d103 | Far as thy name is known | | | | | | | |
d104 | Far, far away from my loving Father | | | | | | | |
d105 | Farewell, my dear brethren, the time is at hand | | | | | | | |
d106 | Farewell, vain world, I'm going home, My Savior smiles | | | | | | | |
d107 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
d108 | Firm as the earth thy [the] gospel stands | | | | | | | |
d109 | For a season called to part | | | | | | | |
d110 | From all that [who] dwell [dwells] below the [in earth and] skies | | | | | | | |
d111 | From all that's mortal, all that's vain | | | | | | | |
d112 | From east to west let others roam | | | | | | | |
d113 | From every stormy wind [sense] that blows | | | | | | | |
d114 | From whence doth [does] this [the] union arise | | | | | | | |
d115 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
d116 | Go and the Savior's grace proclaim | | | | | | | |
d117 | Go on ye [you] Pilgrims, while [here] below | | | | | | | |
d118 | Go teach the [all] nations and baptize | | | | | | | |
d119 | God is love, his mercy brightens | | | | | | | |
d120 | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
d121 | God shall alone the [my] refuge be | | | | | | | |
d122 | Grace, 'tis a charming [cheering] [joyful] [pleasing] sound | | | | | | | |
d123 | Great God, attend, while Zion sings [children sing] [here we sing] | | | | | | | |
d124 | Great God, how infinite art thou | | | | | | | |
d125 | Great God, we in thy name appear | | | | | | | |
d126 | Great is the Lord, his works [acts] of might | | | | | | | |
d127 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
d128 | Hail, sovereign love, that first began | | | | | | | |
d129 | Hail the blest morn when [see] the great Mediator | | | | | | | |
d130 | Hail, thou once despised Jesus | | | | | | | |
d131 | Hark, my soul, it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
d132 | Hark, ten thousand harps and voices | | | | | | | |
d133 | Hark, the glad sound, the Savior comes | | | | | | | |
d134 | He dies, the friend of sinners dies | | | | | | | |
d135 | He lives, the [that] great Redeemer [Creator] lives | | | | | | | |
d136 | Here at thy table, Lord, we meet to feed | | | | | | | |
d137 | Holy Spirit, faithful Guide | | | | | | | |
d138 | How beauteous are their [his] feet | | | | | | | |
d139 | How can I sink with such a prop | | | | | | | |
d140 | How condescending, and how kind | | | | | | | |
d141 | How did my heart rejoice to hear | | | | | | | |
d142 | How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d143 | How great, how solemn is the work | | | | | | | |
d144 | How happy are they, Who the [their] Savior [Jesus] obey | | | | | | | |
d145 | How happy, how loving, how joyful I feel | | | | | | | |
d146 | How helpless guilty [fallen] nature lies | | | | | | | |
d147 | How long, O Lord our Savior | | | | | | | |
d148 | How lost was [is] my [our] condition | | | | | | | |
d149 | How many times, discouraged | | | | | | | |
d150 | How oft, alas, this [our] wretched [sinful] [wicked] heart | | | | | | | |
d151 | How pleasant thus to dwell below | | | | | | | |
d152 | How sad and awful [dreadful] is my state | | | | | | | |
d153 | How still and peaceful is [Lord] the grave | | | | | | | |
d154 | How strange is the course that a Christian must steer | | | | | | | |
d155 | How sweet and awful [holy] [sacred] is the place | | | | | | | |
d156 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
d157 | How sweet to reflect on the day | | | | | | | |
d158 | How tedious and tasteless [restless and tiresome] the hours | | | | | | | |
d159 | Humble souls, who [that] seek salvation | | | | | | | |
d160 | Hungry, and faint and poor | | | | | | | |
d161 | I am a stranger here below, and what I am it's | | | | | | | |
d162 | I am weary of straying | | | | | | | |
d163 | I have sought round the [this] verdant earth | | | | | | | |
d164 | I hear the Savior say, thy strength indeed is small | | | | | | | |
d165 | I love my Savior God | | | | | | | |
d166 | I love the Lord, he heard my cries | | | | | | | |
d167 | I love thy kingdom, Lord | | | | | | | |
d168 | I love to meet with saints and sing | | | | | | | |
d169 | I love to see the Lord below | | | | | | | |
d170 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
d171 | I love to tell the story of unseen things above | | | | | | | |
d172 | I love to think [sing] of heaven, where white robed angels are | | | | | | | |
d173 | I need thee, precious Jesus [Jesu], for I am full of sin | | | | | | | |
d174 | I sing my Savior's wondrous death | | | | | | | |
d175 | I want a heart to pray | | | | | | | |
d176 | I was once far away from the Savior, And as vile | | | | | | | |
d177 | I will sing you a song of that [a] [the] beautiful | | | | | | | |
d178 | I would but cannot sing | | | | | | | |
d179 | I would not live alway [always], I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
d180 | I would not weep alway, though many a tear | | | | | | | |
d181 | If God is mine, then present things | | | | | | | |
d182 | I'm a lonely pilgrim here, vexed with many a doubt and fear | | | | | | | |
d183 | I'm alone in the world | | | | | | | |
d184 | I'm but a stranger [traveler] here, heaven is my home | | | | | | | |
d185 | I'm but a wandering pilgrim here | | | | | | | |
d186 | I'm not ashamed to own my [the] Lord | | | | | | | |
d187 | In all my Lord's appointed ways | | | | | | | |
d188 | In all my [our] vast concerns with thee | | | | | | | |
d189 | In Christ I've all my soul's desire | | | | | | | |
d190 | In songs of sublime adoration and praise | | | | | | | |
d191 | In that land where none ever grow old | | | | | | | |
d192 | In the cross of Christ I [we] glory, towering | | | | | | | |
d193 | In the hour when worn and weary | | | | | | | |
d194 | In thy cleft, O rock of ages | | | | | | | |
d195 | In thy great name, O Lord, we come | | | | | | | |
d196 | In vain we seek for peace with God By methods of our own | | | | | | | |
d197 | Inquire, ye pilgrims, for the way | | | | | | | |
d198 | Jerusalem, my happy home, name ever dear to me | | | | | | | |
d199 | Jerusalem, my happy home, O how I long for thee | | | | | | | |
d200 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |