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d101 | Little drops of water, little grains of sand | | | | | | | |
d102 | Lo on a narrow neck of land | | | | | | | |
d103 | Lord, dismiss us with Thy [your] blessing, Fill our | | | | | | | |
d104 | Lord, it belongs not to my [our] care | | | | | | | |
d105 | Mid [midst] scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
d106 | Mine eyes have seen the glory | | | | | | | |
d107 | More love to thee, O Christ [God] | | | | | | | |
d108 | Must Jesus bear the [his] cross alone | | | | | | | |
d109 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
d110 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
d111 | My faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary | | | | | | | |
d112 | My Savior stands [waiting] and knocks at the door | | | | | | | |
d113 | My soul be on thy [your] guard | | | | | | | |
d114 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
d115 | No merit of my own I bring | | | | | | | |
d116 | Now begin the heavenly theme | | | | | | | |
d117 | Now I have found a friend | | | | | | | |
d118 | Now is the accepted time | | | | | | | |
d119 | O blessed message from on high | | | | | | | |
d120 | O do not let the Word depart, and close thine eyes | | | | | | | |
d121 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
d122 | O for a thousand tongues to sing my great [dear] Redeemer's praise | | | | | | | |
d123 | O happy day that fixed [seals] [stays] my choice | | | | | | | |
d124 | O [Our] God, our help in ages [seasons] past | | | | | | | |
d125 | O speed thee, Christian, on thy way | | | | | | | |
d126 | O that my load of sin were [was] gone | | | | | | | |
d127 | O thou who diest the mourner's tear | | | | | | | |
d128 | O thou who hearest when sinners cry | | | | | | | |
d129 | O what hath Jesus done for me | | | | | | | |
d130 | O [When] thou my righteous Judge shall [shalt] come | | | | | | | |
d131 | O where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
d132 | O worship the King, all glorious above | | | | | | | |
d133 | O'er the [those] gloomy hills of darkness | | | | | | | |
d134 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
d135 | Out on an ocean all boundless we ride | | | | | | | |
d136 | Palms of glory, raiment bright | | | | | | | |
d137 | Pass me not, O gentle Savior | | | | | | | |
d138 | Peace, troubled soul, whose [thy] plaintive moan | | | | | | | |
d139 | Plunged in a [the] gulf of dark [deep] despair | | | | | | | |
d140 | Prayer is the soul's [heart's] [saint's] sincere desire | | | | | | | |
d141 | Repent, the voice celestial cries | | | | | | | |
d142 | Return, O wanderer, return [Return, return, now wanderer] | | | | | | | |
d143 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
d144 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d145 | Safely through another week | | | | | | | |
d146 | Salvation, O the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
d147 | Savior, I follow on, guided by Thee | | | | | | | |
d148 | Savior, Prophet, Priest, and King | | | | | | | |
d149 | Savior, Thy dying love Thou gavest me | | | | | | | |
d150 | Savior, visit Thy [our] plantation, grant us Lord, a gracious rain | | | | | | | |
d151 | Say, sinner, hath a voice within | | | | | | | |
d152 | Show pity Lord, O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
d153 | Sinner, rouse thee from thy sleep | | | | | | | |
d154 | Sinner [sinners] turn, why will ye [you] die | | | | | | | |
d155 | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
d156 | Soldiers of Christ, arise, and put [gird] your armor | | | | | | | |
d157 | Stand up for Jesus, Christian stand | | | | | | | |
d158 | Stand up, my soul [our souls], shake off thy [your] fears | | | | | | | |
d159 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
d160 | Stay, thou insulted [long suffering] Spirit | | | | | | | |
d161 | Sun of my soul [our souls], thou [my] [O] Savior [Father] dear | | | | | | | |
d162 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d163 | Ten thousand times ten thousand, in sparkling raiment | | | | | | | |
d164 | The Lord descended from above | | | | | | | |
d165 | The Lord Jehovah reigns, His throne is built on high | | | | | | | |
d166 | The Lord shall [will] come, the earth shall [will] quake | | | | | | | |
d167 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d168 | The Spirit in our hearts is whispering sinner come | | | | | | | |
d169 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d170 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d171 | There is a name I love to hear, I love to sing [speak] its worth | | | | | | | |
d172 | Thine earthly Sabbath [Sabbaths], Lord we love | | | | | | | |
d173 | This is not my [a] place of resting | | | | | | | |
d174 | Today the Savior calls, ye wanderers come | | | | | | | |
d175 | Vain, delusive world, adieu | | | | | | | |
d176 | Wait, my soul [heart] upon the Lord | | | | | | | |
d177 | Walk in the light, so shalt thou [and you shall] know | | | | | | | |
d178 | We praise thee, O God, for the Son of thy love | | | | | | | |
d179 | Weary sinner, keep thine eyes | | | | | | | |
d180 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
d181 | Welcome, welcome, dear Redeemer | | | | | | | |
d182 | We've listed in a [the] holy war | | | | | | | |
d183 | When all thy [your] mercies, O my [our] God [gracious Lord] | | | | | | | |
d184 | When gathering clouds [storms] around I view | | | | | | | |
d185 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d186 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
d187 | While life prolongs its precious light | | | | | | | |
d188 | Who are these [those] in bright [fair] array | | | | | | | |
d189 | Why will ye [you] waste on trifling cares | | | | | | | |
d190 | With one consent let all the earth | | | | | | | |
d191 | With tearful eyes I look around | | | | | | | |
d192 | Work, Christian laborer, work | | | | | | | |
d193 | Work, for the night is coming, work through the morning hours | | | | | | | |
d194 | Ye [You] servants of God [Christ] your Master proclaim | | | | | | | |
d195 | Your harps, ye [you] trembling [mourning] [tearful], saints | | | | | | | |