# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | Jesus died on Calvary's mountain, Long | | | | | | | |
d102 | Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave | | | | | | | |
d103 | Jesus, my [mine] [our] all, to heaven is [has] gone | | | | | | | |
d104 | Jesus, the vision [visions] of thy face | | | | | | | |
d105 | Jesus, thou art the sinner's friend | | | | | | | |
d106 | Jordan's stream shall ne'er o'erflow me | | | | | | | |
d107 | Joyfully, joyfully, onward I [we] move | | | | | | | |
d108 | Just as I am, without one plea, But [Save] that thy blood | | | | | | | |
d109 | Landsmen, list the sailor's cry | | | | | | | |
d110 | Let thy Kingdom, blessed Savior | | | | | | | |
d111 | Lift up your hearts, Immanuel's friends | | | | | | | |
d112 | Like a ship, see the church | | | | | | | |
d113 | Lo the gospel ship is sailing | | | | | | | |
d114 | Lord, hear a burdened sinner mourn | | | | | | | |
d115 | Low down in this beautiful valley | | | | | | | |
d116 | Mercy, O thou Son of David | | | | | | | |
d117 | Mid [midst] scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
d118 | Must Simon bear the [his] cross alone | | | | | | | |
d119 | My days, my [and] weeks, my [and] months, my [and] years | | | | | | | |
d120 | My soul is full of glory, Inspiring my tongue | | | | | | | |
d121 | Now in a song of grateful praise [love] | | | | | | | |
d122 | Now the Savior stands [standeth] [standing] a-pleading [and pleading] | | | | | | | |
d123 | O for a breeze of heavenly love | | | | | | | |
d124 | O give me, Lord, my sins to mourn | | | | | | | |
d125 | O God, my heart with love inflame | | | | | | | |
d126 | O God, preserve the mariner | | | | | | | |
d127 | O if poor sinners did but know | | | | | | | |
d128 | O Jesus, my Savior, to Thee I submit | | | | | | | |
d129 | O may I worthy prove to see The saints in full prosperity | | | | | | | |
d130 | O my soul, what means this sadness | | | | | | | |
d131 | O no, we cannot sing the songs made for Jehovah's Praise | | | | | | | |
d132 | O [Sweet] land for [of] rest for thee I sigh | | | | | | | |
d133 | O tell me where the dove has [is] flown | | | | | | | |
d134 | O thou, by long experience tried | | | | | | | |
d135 | O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight | | | | | | | |
d136 | O thou who diest the mourner's tear | | | | | | | |
d137 | O turn ye [you] poor sinners, for why will ye [you] die | | | | | | | |
d138 | O when shall I [we] see Jesus and dwell [reign] with Him above | | | | | | | |
d139 | O [When] thou my righteous Judge shall [shalt] come | | | | | | | |
d140 | O who will come and go with me | | | | | | | |
d141 | Oft in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain | | | | | | | |
d142 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
d143 | On the mountain [mountain's] top appearing | | | | | | | |
d144 | People of the living God! I have sought the world | | | | | | | |
d145 | Poor mourning souls, in deep distress | | | | | | | |
d146 | Prayer is the soul's [heart's] [saint's] sincere desire | | | | | | | |
d147 | Religion is a glorious treasure | | | | | | | |
d148 | Saw ye [you] my Savior, saw ye [you] my Savior | | | | | | | |
d149 | See, brethren [brothers], see how the day rolls on | | | | | | | |
d150 | Shed not a tear, o'er your friend's early bier | | | | | | | |
d151 | Since man by sin has lost [gone from] [strayed from] his God | | | | | | | |
d152 | Sinner [sinners], will you [ye] scorn [slight] the message | | | | | | | |
d153 | Soft be the gently breathing notes | | | | | | | |
d154 | Soldier of the cross, arise | | | | | | | |
d155 | Sovereign grace has [hath] power alone | | | | | | | |
d156 | Stop, poor sinner [sinners], stop and think | | | | | | | |
d157 | Stretched on the cross the Savior dies [died] | | | | | | | |
d158 | Tell me, wanderer, wildly roving | | | | | | | |
d159 | Tempted, tossed, troubled spirit | | | | | | | |
d160 | The billows swell, the winds are high | | | | | | | |
d161 | The blessed Jesus, loving Savior | | | | | | | |
d162 | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
d163 | The fields are all white and the harvest is near | | | | | | | |
d164 | The final trump we soon shall hear | | | | | | | |
d165 | The glorious day is drawing nigh | | | | | | | |
d166 | The heavenly home is bright and fair | | | | | | | |
d167 | The Lord into his garden comes | | | | | | | |
d168 | The Lord my Shepherd is, I shall be well supplied | | | | | | | |
d169 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d170 | The pearl that [the] worldlings covet | | | | | | | |
d171 | The people called Christians | | | | | | | |
d172 | The pleasures of earth I have seen fade away | | | | | | | |
d173 | The pure testimony put [poured] forth in the spirit | | | | | | | |
d174 | The trump of the gospel resounds through the land | | | | | | | |
d175 | The voice of free grace cries escape | | | | | | | |
d176 | There are angels hovering round | | | | | | | |
d177 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | | | |
d178 | There is a Heaven above the skies | | | | | | | |
d179 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
d180 | There's not a bright and beaming smile | | | | | | | |
d181 | This book is all that's left me now | | | | | | | |
d182 | Thou art gone to the grave but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
d183 | Thou soft [sweet] flowing [gliding] Kedron [Cedron], by thy silver [limpid] stream | | | | | | | |
d184 | Through this wide [wild] wilderness I roam | | | | | | | |
d185 | Through tribulation [tribulations] deep | | | | | | | |
d186 | Throughout the Savior's life we [I'll] trace | | | | | | | |
d187 | To leave my dear friends, and with [from] my neighbors [kindred] to depart | | | | | | | |
d188 | Today if ye [you] will hear his voice | | | | | | | |
d189 | Together let us sweetly live | | | | | | | |
d190 | Tossed upon life's raging billow | | | | | | | |
d191 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d192 | We're traveling home to heaven above | | | | | | | |
d193 | We've found the rock, the traveler cries [travelers cried] | | | | | | | |
d194 | What heavenly music do I [we] hear | | | | | | | |
d195 | What if our bark, o'er life's rough wave | | | | | | | |
d196 | What poor despised company | | | | | | | |
d197 | What ship is this that is now sailing by | | | | | | | |
d198 | What sinners value, I resign | | | | | | | |
d199 | What sound is this salutes mine [my] ear | | | | | | | |
d200 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |