# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | Once more the cheering beams of day | | | | | | | |
d102 | One night as I lay musing | | | | | | | |
d103 | One spark, O God, of heavenly fire | | | | | | | |
d104 | Our country is Immanuel's ground [land] | | | | | | | |
d105 | Our journey is a thorny maze | | | | | | | |
d106 | Parted in the act of blessing | | | | | | | |
d107 | Prayer is the soul's [heart's] [saint's] sincere desire | | | | | | | |
d108 | Quick as the apple of an eye | | | | | | | |
d109 | Saw ye [you] my Savior, saw ye [you] my Savior | | | | | | | |
d110 | See, from Zion's sacred mountain | | | | | | | |
d111 | Servants of the great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
d112 | Sinner [sinners], hear the [thy] Savior's call | | | | | | | |
d113 | Spirit of holiness and love | | | | | | | |
d114 | Sweet rivers of redeeming love | | | | | | | |
d115 | The gloomy night of sadness | | | | | | | |
d116 | The glorious plan of our salvation | | | | | | | |
d117 | The harvest fields are whitening | | | | | | | |
d118 | The morning fresh, the sun in east | | | | | | | |
d119 | The old Isr'lites knew what it was that they must do | | | | | | | |
d120 | The Son of Man they did betray | | | | | | | |
d121 | The sun of righteousness appears | | | | | | | |
d122 | The trumpet is a sounding the call is for more volunteers | | | | | | | |
d123 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d124 | There was a man in ancient times | | | | | | | |
d125 | Thou choosest not the rich and great | | | | | | | |
d126 | Through tribulation [tribulations] deep | | | | | | | |
d127 | Thy daily mercies, O my God | | | | | | | |
d128 | Thy goodness, Lord, our souls confess | | | | | | | |
d129 | To God who chose us in his Son | | | | | | | |
d130 | To him who washed us from our sins | | | | | | | |
d131 | Uncertain how the way to find | | | | | | | |
d132 | Unclean, unclean, and full of sin | | | | | | | |
d133 | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
d134 | Weary souls that [who] wander wide | | | | | | | |
d135 | What dreadful spot is this | | | | | | | |
d136 | What heavenly Man, or lovely [mighty] God | | | | | | | |
d137 | When blooming youth is [are] snatched [called] away | | | | | | | |
d138 | When by sin overwhelmed, shame covers my [our] face | | | | | | | |
d139 | When for [the] eternal [heavenly] world [worlds] I [we] steer | | | | | | | |
d140 | When I set out for glory | | | | | | | |
d141 | When my Savior, my Shepherd is near | | | | | | | |
d142 | When Nicodemus came by night | | | | | | | |
d143 | When shall I be delivered from sorrow and from sin | | | | | | | |
d144 | Where shall my soul begin to sing | | | | | | | |
d145 | Wherever two or three are met in Jesus' name | | | | | | | |
d146 | While Jesus dwelt on earth below | | | | | | | |
d147 | While o'er the swelling sea of life | | | | | | | |
d148 | While shepherds in Jewry were guarding their sheep | | | | | | | |
d149 | While sorrows encompass me round | | | | | | | |
d150 | Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger | | | | | | | |
d151 | Why should I be affrighted at pestilence | | | | | | | |
d152 | Ye burdened souls, to Jesus come | | | | | | | |
d153 | Ye children of Jesus, that's [that're] [who're] bound for the Kingdom | | | | | | | |
d154 | Ye children of Zion that's [who are] aiming for glory | | | | | | | |
d155 | Ye glittering toys of earth, adieu | | | | | | | |
d156 | Ye guilty souls to Jesus bow | | | | | | | |
d157 | Ye happy souls, whose peaceful minds | | | | | | | |
d158 | Ye objects of sense, and enjoyments of time | | | | | | | |
d159 | Ye saints of God come hear me tell | | | | | | | |
d160 | Ye soldiers of Jesus pray stand to your arms | | | | | | | |
d161 | Ye sons of war I pray draw near | | | | | | | |
d162 | Ye weary heavy laden souls | | | | | | | |
d163 | Ye who know your sins forgiven | | | | | | | |
d164 | Young people, all, attention give | | | | | | | |
d165 | Zeal is that [the] pure and heavenly flame | | | | | | | |