# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | He dies, the friend of sinners dies | | | | | | | |
d102 | He wills that I should holy be | | | | | | | |
d103 | Hear the glorious proclamation | | | | | | | |
d104 | Hearts of stone, relent, relent | | | | | | | |
d105 | Help, Lord, to whom for help I fly | | | | | | | |
d106 | Here in the presence of our God | | | | | | | |
d107 | Here o'er the earth as a stranger I roam | | | | | | | |
d108 | Ho, everyone that thirsts, draw nigh | | | | | | | |
d109 | Ho reapers of life's harvest why stand with rested blade | | | | | | | |
d110 | Holy Bible, book divine, Precious treasure, thou art mine | | | | | | | |
d111 | Holy Lamb who thee receive | | | | | | | |
d112 | How can a sinner know | | | | | | | |
d113 | How cheering is the Christian's hope | | | | | | | |
d114 | How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d115 | How happy are the little flock | | | | | | | |
d116 | How happy are they, Who the [their] Savior [Jesus] obey | | | | | | | |
d117 | How happy, gracious Lord, are we | | | | | | | |
d118 | How happy, how glorious, how joyful to feel | | | | | | | |
d119 | How happy is the man who has [hath] chosen wisdom's ways | | | | | | | |
d120 | How happy is the pilgrim's lot | | | | | | | |
d121 | How long, O Lord our Savior | | | | | | | |
d122 | How long shall death, the tyrant, reign | | | | | | | |
d123 | How lost was [is] my [our] condition | | | | | | | |
d124 | How painfully pleasing the fond recollection Of youthful connections [emotions] | | | | | | | |
d125 | How precious is the name, brethren sing | | | | | | | |
d126 | How sad and awful [dreadful] is my state | | | | | | | |
d127 | How sad our state [fate] by nature is | | | | | | | |
d128 | How shall I walk my God to please | | | | | | | |
d129 | How short the race our friend has run | | | | | | | |
d130 | How still and peaceful is [Lord] the grave | | | | | | | |
d131 | How tedious and tasteless [restless and tiresome] the hours | | | | | | | |
d132 | How vain are all things here below | | | | | | | |
d133 | I am a little scholar | | | | | | | |
d134 | I and my house will serve the Lord, But first obedient to his word | | | | | | | |
d135 | I ask the gift of righteousness, The sin subduing power | | | | | | | |
d136 | I can see beyond the river | | | | | | | |
d137 | I have a never failing bank | | | | | | | |
d138 | I have sought round the [this] verdant earth | | | | | | | |
d139 | I, Jesus, am ascended high | | | | | | | |
d140 | I know that my Redeemer lives, what comfort this | | | | | | | |
d141 | I long here have wandered | | | | | | | |
d142 | I love it, I love it, and who shall dare | | | | | | | |
d143 | I love my Lord, I love his laws | | | | | | | |
d144 | I love the holy Son of God | | | | | | | |
d145 | I love the volume [volumes] of thy word | | | | | | | |
d146 | I love thee, I love thee, I love thee my Love [Lord] | | | | | | | |
d147 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
d148 | I once enjoyed my Lord | | | | | | | |
d149 | I saw a weary traveler | | | | | | | |
d150 | I set myself against the Lord | | | | | | | |
d151 | I shall rest, I shall rest, When the Christian's | | | | | | | |
d152 | I walk a lonely pilgrim here | | | | | | | |
d153 | I want a principle within | | | | | | | |
d154 | I want not India's pearly shore | | | | | | | |
d155 | If I in thy likeness, O Lord, may awake | | | | | | | |
d156 | If so poor a worm as I | | | | | | | |
d157 | I'm a lonely traveler here | | | | | | | |
d158 | I'm a pilgrim and I'm a stranger, I can tarry | | | | | | | |
d159 | I'm not ashamed to own my [the] Lord | | | | | | | |
d160 | I'm on my way to Canaan, I [I'll] bid this world farewell | | | | | | | |
d161 | In evil long I took delight | | | | | | | |
d162 | In expectation sweet | | | | | | | |
d163 | In hope against all human hope | | | | | | | |
d164 | In the Christian's home in [of] glory | | | | | | | |
d165 | In the midst of temptation and sorrow | | | | | | | |
d166 | In the world we shall have tribulation | | | | | | | |
d167 | Is it a thing of good report | | | | | | | |
d168 | Isr'l in ancient days | | | | | | | |
d169 | Jerusalem, my happy home, O how I long for thee | | | | | | | |
d170 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
d171 | Jesus, at thy command | | | | | | | |
d172 | Jesus comes with all his grace | | | | | | | |
d173 | Jesus died on Calvary's mountain, Long | | | | | | | |
d174 | Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave | | | | | | | |
d175 | Jesus invites his saints | | | | | | | |
d176 | Jesus, my [mine] [our] all, to heaven is [has] gone | | | | | | | |
d177 | Jesus, my strength, my hope | | | | | | | |
d178 | Jesus, my truth, my way | | | | | | | |
d179 | Jesus, the sinner's friend, to thee | | | | | | | |
d180 | Jesus, thou source of all our joys | | | | | | | |
d181 | Jesus, we come at thy command | | | | | | | |
d182 | Let earth and heaven agree [combine] | | | | | | | |
d183 | Let worldly minds the world pursue | | | | | | | |
d184 | Life is a span, a fleeting hour | | | | | | | |
d185 | Lift up your hearts, Immanuel's friends | | | | | | | |
d186 | Lift your glad voices in triumph on high | | | | | | | |
d187 | Lo he comes with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
d188 | Lo the time hastens on | | | | | | | |
d189 | Lo what a glorious sight appears | | | | | | | |
d190 | Lonely and weary by sorrows oppressed | | | | | | | |
d191 | Long have I trod the way to hell | | | | | | | |
d192 | Long time my Savior I've been waiting | | | | | | | |
d193 | Lord, I approach the [thy] mercy seat | | | | | | | |
d194 | Lord, I believe; Thy power I own | | | | | | | |
d195 | Lord, I despair myself to heal | | | | | | | |
d196 | Lord, we are vile, conceived in sin | | | | | | | |
d197 | Low down in this beautiful valley | | | | | | | |
d198 | Majestic sweetness sits enthroned upon the Savior's brow | | | | | | | |
d199 | Mark that pilgrim, lowly bending | | | | | | | |
d200 | May our faith be like that of the good Hebrew | | | | | | | |