# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | Let the seventh angel sound on high | | | | | | | |
d102 | Life is the time to serve the Lord | | | | | | | |
d103 | Like sheep we went astray | | | | | | | |
d104 | Like showers on meadows newly mown Jesus shall shed his blessings down | | | | | | | |
d105 | Long as I live I'll bless thy name | | | | | | | |
d106 | Long have I [we] sat beneath the sound | | | | | | | |
d107 | Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye | | | | | | | |
d108 | Lord, at Thy sacred feet, Joyful [With joy] would we appear | | | | | | | |
d109 | Lord, at thy temple we appear, As happy Simon came | | | | | | | |
d110 | Lord, I cannot let thee go Till a blessing thou bestow | | | | | | | |
d111 | Lord, 'tis a pleasant thing to stand | | | | | | | |
d112 | Loud let the tuneful trumpet sound | | | | | | | |
d113 | Magnificent free grace, arise | | | | | | | |
d114 | Make up thy jewels, Lord, and show | | | | | | | |
d115 | Mark the soft falling snow | | | | | | | |
d116 | My dear Redeemer, and my Lord | | | | | | | |
d117 | My God, how endless [lasting] is thy love | | | | | | | |
d118 | My God, in whom are all the springs of boundless love | | | | | | | |
d119 | My God, what silken [gentle] cords are thine | | | | | | | |
d120 | My hope, my all, my Savior, Thou to thee | | | | | | | |
d121 | My Savior, my almighty Friend | | | | | | | |
d122 | My Shepherd will supply my need | | | | | | | |
d123 | My soul, survey thy happiness, if thou are found | | | | | | | |
d124 | No more, my God, I boast no more, Of all the duties I have done | | | | | | | |
d125 | Now shall my inward joys arise, and burst | | | | | | | |
d126 | Now shall our souls with pleasure raise | | | | | | | |
d127 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
d128 | O give me, Lord, my sins to mourn | | | | | | | |
d129 | O if my soul was [were] formed for woe | | | | | | | |
d130 | O thou God of my salvation | | | | | | | |
d131 | O when shall I [we] see Jesus and dwell [reign] with Him above | | | | | | | |
d132 | Of all the pleasures that we know, Thy service, Lord, exceeds the best, | | | | | | | |
d133 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
d134 | Our heavenly Father calls, And Christ invites | | | | | | | |
d135 | Our Lord is risen from the dead, Our Jesus [Savior] is gone | | | | | | | |
d136 | Our souls by [in] love together knit [drawn] [joined] | | | | | | | |
d137 | Raise your triumphant songs | | | | | | | |
d138 | Shepherds, rejoice, lift up your eyes | | | | | | | |
d139 | Stop, poor sinner [sinners], stop and think | | | | | | | |
d140 | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
d141 | The eternal Sovereign from on high | | | | | | | |
d142 | The law by Moses came | | | | | | | |
d143 | The Lord into his garden comes | | | | | | | |
d144 | The Lord into his vineyard | | | | | | | |
d145 | The Lord of earth and sky, The God of ages praise | | | | | | | |
d146 | The Lord of glory is my Light, And my | | | | | | | |
d147 | The mighty God will not despise | | | | | | | |
d148 | The praying spirit breathe | | | | | | | |
d149 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d150 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d151 | This is the field, the world below, In which the sower | | | | | | | |
d152 | Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb | | | | | | | |
d153 | Thou whom my soul admires above | | | | | | | |
d154 | Thus saith the first, the [and] great command | | | | | | | |
d155 | Thus saith the Ruler of the skies | | | | | | | |
d156 | Thus we commemorate the day | | | | | | | |
d157 | Thy life I read, my dearest [blessed] [gracious)],Lord | | | | | | | |
d158 | 'Tis good to wait upon the Lord | | | | | | | |
d159 | To God the only wise, our Savior and our King | | | | | | | |
d160 | To keep the lamp alive with oil we fill the bowl | | | | | | | |
d161 | To the haven of thy breast, O Son of Man I fly | | | | | | | |
d162 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
d163 | What now is my [our] object and aim | | | | | | | |
d164 | When Abraham, full of sacred awe | | | | | | | |
d165 | When any turn from Zion's way | | | | | | | |
d166 | When some kind shepherd from his [the] fold | | | | | | | |
d167 | While on the verge of life I stand | | | | | | | |
d168 | Why, O my soul, why weepest thou | | | | | | | |
d169 | Why should we start and fear to die | | | | | | | |
d170 | With earnest longings of the mind | | | | | | | |
d171 | Ye servant [servants] of the Lord, Each in his [your] office waits | | | | | | | |