# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
101 | How can I sleep when angels sing | | | | | | | |
102 | Happy the humble souls that know | | | | | | | |
103 | Hark, listen to the trumpeters They sound for volunteers | | | | | | | |
104 | Hail the new year that's now begun | | | | | | | |
105 | In evil long I took delight | | | | | | | |
106 | It is a glorious mystery | | | | | | | |
107 | I would but cannot sing | | | | | | | |
108 | I sojourn in a vale of tears | | | | | | | |
109 | I asked the Lord that I might grow | | | | | | | |
110 | I see the pleasant bed where lies the dying saint | | | | | | | |
111 | In Judah's dreary wilderness | | | | | | | |
112 | In Jordan's tide [waves] the Baptist [prophet] stands | | | | | | | |
113 | It grieves me, Lord, it grieves me sore | | | | | | | |
114 | I set myself against the Lord | | | | | | | |
115 | I'm tired with [of] visits, modes and forms | | | | | | | |
116 | I've 'listed in the holy war | | | | | | | |
117 | I AM hath [has] sent me to you | | | | | | | |
118 | In times of persecution | | | | | | | |
119 | I've brought up children saith the Lord | | | | | | | |
120 | Innumerable foes attack the child of God | | | | | | | |
121 | In the house of king David a fountain | | | | | | | |
122 | Is this unpleasing cup now given | | | | | | | |
123 | I sing a song which doth belong | | | | | | | |
124 | I want not India's pearly shore | | | | | | | |
125 | Jesus drinks the bitter cup | | | | | | | |
126 | Jesus, my [mine] [our] all, to heaven is [has] gone | | | | | | | |
127 | Jesus Christ has [hath] power alone | | | | | | | |
128 | Jesus, I'll sing of thy free grace | | | | | | | |
129 | Jesus, my truth, my way | | | | | | | |
130 | Jesus, let thy pitying eye | | | | | | | |
131 | Jesus, in my youthful bloom | | | | | | | |
132 | Jesus, at thy command | | | | | | | |
133 | Jesus, the friend of man | | | | | | | |
134 | Jerusalem, my happy home, O how I long for thee | | | | | | | |
135 | Keep silence, all created things | | | | | | | |
136 | Kind souls, who for the miseries moan | | | | | | | |
137 | King Hezekiah lay diseased | | | | | | | |
138 | Lord, thou hast been thy children's God | | | | | | | |
139 | Lord, thou with an unerring beam [eye] | | | | | | | |
140 | Long have I seemed to serve thee Lord | | | | | | | |
141 | Lovers of pleasure more than God | | | | | | | |
142 | Let earth and heaven agree [combine] | | | | | | | |
143 | Lord, I cannot let thee go Till a blessing thou bestow | | | | | | | |
144 | Look how the sons of Zion lay | | | | | | | |
145 | Lord, hear a burdened sinner mourn | | | | | | | |
146 | Lord, bid me come to thee | | | | | | | |
147 | Lord, 'tis an infinite delight | | | | | | | |
148 | Let worldly minds the world pursue | | | | | | | |
149 | Let strife forever cease | | | | | | | |
150 | Lo he comes with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
151 | Let heaven and earth agree, And sacred anthems | | | | | | | |
152 | Life's a warfare, I'm a soldier | | | | | | | |
153 | Lord, when I'm injured here and there | | | | | | | |
154 | Lord, at thy table I [we] behold The wonders of thy grace | | | | | | | |
155 | Let thy Kingdom, blessed Savior | | | | | | | |
156 | Lift up your hearts, Immanuel's friends | | | | | | | |
157 | Mortals, awake, with angels join | | | | | | | |
158 | My soul doth magnify the Lord, My spirit doth | | | | | | | |
159 | Mighty God, on thee we call | | | | | | | |
160 | Mercy, O thou Son of David | | | | | | | |
161 | My soul, with joy attend, While Jesus silence | | | | | | | |
162 | My God, my heart with love inflame | | | | | | | |
163 | My guilty soul, how long beset | | | | | | | |
164 | Mount Zion is my home | | | | | | | |
165 | My Captain sounds the alarm of war | | | | | | | |
166 | Methinks the last great day is come | | | | | | | |
167 | My days, my [and] weeks, my [and] months, my [and] years | | | | | | | |
168 | My friend, what thousands I behold | | | | | | | |
169 | My soul's full of glory, inspiring [which fires] [it fires] my tongue | | | | | | | |
170 | My harp untuned, and laid aside | | | | | | | |
171 | Mercy divine is sovereign, free | | | | | | | |
172 | My Jesus, he is all to me | | | | | | | |
173 | Mine ears delighted with the sound | | | | | | | |
174 | Now the Savior stands [standeth] [standing] a-pleading [and pleading] | | | | | | | |
175 | Now to the pilgrims born of God | | | | | | | |
176 | Now from the garden to [of] the cross | | | | | | | |
177 | Now have I found the ground wherein | | | | | | | |
178 | O sight of anguish, view it near | | | | | | | |
179 | O that I had an angel's tongue | | | | | | | |
180 | O that I knew it was [were] the case | | | | | | | |
181 | Once I abhored the things of God | | | | | | | |
182 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
183 | Oft have I sat in secret sighs | | | | | | | |
184 | O when shall I [we] see Jesus and dwell [reign] with Him above | | | | | | | |
185 | O Jesus, my Savior, to Thee I submit | | | | | | | |
186 | O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight | | | | | | | |
187 | In heavenly choirs a question rose | | | | | | | |
188 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
189 | O tell me no more of this [the] world's vain [vain world's] store | | | | | | | |
190 | Poor mourning souls, in deep distress | | | | | | | |
191 | Precious Bible, what a treasure | | | | | | | |
192 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
193 | Repent, ye never dying souls | | | | | | | |
194 | Stop, poor sinner [sinners], stop and think | | | | | | | |
195 | Savior, I do feel Thy merit, sprinkled with redeeming blood | | | | | | | |
196 | Savior, visit Thy [our] plantation, grant us Lord, a gracious rain | | | | | | | |
197 | Stretched on the cross the Savior dies [died] | | | | | | | |
198 | Salem's bright King Jesus by name | | | | | | | |
199 | See mercy, mercy from on high | | | | | | | |
200 | Satan the prince of hell | | | | | | | |