# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | Gentle Jesus [Jesu], meek and mild, Look upon | | | | | | | |
d102 | Give me the wings of faith to rise | | | | | | | |
d103 | Go, bring me [them], said the dying fair | | | | | | | |
d104 | Go forth, ye heralds, and proclaim | | | | | | | |
d105 | Go to thy rest, my [dear] [fair] child | | | | | | | |
d106 | Go, when the morning shineth | | | | | | | |
d107 | God forbid that I should glory | | | | | | | |
d108 | Grace, 'tis a charming [cheering] [joyful] [pleasing] sound | | | | | | | |
d109 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
d110 | Hail, ransomed world, awake to glory | | | | | | | |
d111 | Hail, sweetest, dearest, tie that binds | | | | | | | |
d112 | Hail, thou once despised Jesus | | | | | | | |
d113 | Happy the child, whose youngest [early] [tender] years | | | | | | | |
d114 | Happy the children who are gone | | | | | | | |
d115 | Hark, my mother's voice I hear | | | | | | | |
d116 | Hark, ten thousand harps and voices | | | | | | | |
d117 | Hark, the bells of holy Sabbath | | | | | | | |
d118 | Hark, the jubilee is sounding | | | | | | | |
d119 | Hark, the Sabbath bells are ringing Let us haste without delay | | | | | | | |
d120 | Hark, the voice of love and mercy | | | | | | | |
d121 | Hark, 'tis a martial sound | | | | | | | |
d122 | Haste [Hasten], [O] sinner [sinners] [now] to be wise | | | | | | | |
d123 | Hasten, Lord, the glorious time | | | | | | | |
d124 | Have you heard, have you heard of that [the] sun-bright [heavenly] clime | | | | | | | |
d125 | He dies, the friend of sinners dies | | | | | | | |
d126 | Head of thy [the] church triumphant | | | | | | | |
d127 | Hear, O sinner, mercy hails [calls] you | | | | | | | |
d128 | Hear the royal proclamation, the glad tidings | | | | | | | |
d129 | Heavenly Father, grant thy blessing while thy praise | | | | | | | |
d130 | Here o'er the earth as a stranger I roam | | | | | | | |
d131 | Here we suffer grief and pain; Here we meet to part again | | | | | | | |
d132 | Holy and bright is the softened light | | | | | | | |
d133 | Holy Bible, book divine, Precious treasure, thou art mine | | | | | | | |
d134 | Holy God, and hast thou sent | | | | | | | |
d135 | Home, Home, can I forget thee | | | | | | | |
d136 | How beauteous are their [his] feet | | | | | | | |
d137 | How blest the righteous when he dies | | | | | | | |
d138 | How cheering the thought, that the spirits in bliiss | | | | | | | |
d139 | How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d140 | How happy are they, Who the [their] Savior [Jesus] obey | | | | | | | |
d141 | How happy [happy's] every child of grace, who [that] feels [knows] his sins forgiven | | | | | | | |
d142 | How happy is the man who has [hath] chosen wisdom's ways | | | | | | | |
d143 | How happy is the pilgrim's lot | | | | | | | |
d144 | How lost was [is] my [our] condition | | | | | | | |
d145 | How many were the silent prayers | | | | | | | |
d146 | How oft, alas, this [our] wretched [sinful] [wicked] heart | | | | | | | |
d147 | How painfully pleasing the fond recollection Of youthful connections [emotions] | | | | | | | |
d148 | How pleasant is the Sabbath school | | | | | | | |
d149 | How pleasant thus to dwell below | | | | | | | |
d150 | How precious is the book divine | | | | | | | |
d151 | How precious is the name, brethren sing | | | | | | | |
d152 | How precious is the story | | | | | | | |
d153 | How shall the young secure their hearts | | | | | | | |
d154 | How solemn the signal I hear | | | | | | | |
d155 | How sweet is the Sabbath, the morning [season] of rest | | | | | | | |
d156 | How sweet is the Sabbath to me | | | | | | | |
d157 | How sweet on the Sabbath to rise with the sun | | | | | | | |
d158 | How sweet the hour of closing day | | | | | | | |
d159 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
d160 | How sweet to reflect on the [those] joys that await me [us] | | | | | | | |
d161 | How tedious and tasteless [restless and tiresome] the hours | | | | | | | |
d162 | I am fading away to the land of the blest | | | | | | | |
d163 | I came to the spot where the poor pilgrim lay | | | | | | | |
d164 | I dread thee not, thou darksome grave | | | | | | | |
d165 | I had a faithful mother | | | | | | | |
d166 | I have a Father in the promised land | | | | | | | |
d167 | I have a heavenly chartered bank | | | | | | | |
d168 | I hear thee speak of the better land | | | | | | | |
d169 | I lay my sins on Jesus | | | | | | | |
d170 | I listen for the voice | | | | | | | |
d171 | I love the Sabbath school, the place | | | | | | | |
d172 | I love thy kingdom, Lord | | | | | | | |
d173 | I love to have the Sabbath come, for then I rise | | | | | | | |
d174 | I saw a wide and well spread board | | | | | | | |
d175 | I think, when I read that [the] sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
d176 | I thought that the course of the pilgrim | | | | | | | |
d177 | I want to be an angel, and with the angels stand | | | | | | | |
d178 | I want to be like Jesus, So lowly and so meek | | | | | | | |
d179 | I was a wandering sheep | | | | | | | |
d180 | I will never, never leave thee | | | | | | | |
d181 | I would a youthful pilgrim be | | | | | | | |
d182 | I would be thine, O take my heart | | | | | | | |
d183 | I would not live alway [always], I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
d184 | I'll awake at dawn on the Sabbath day | | | | | | | |
d185 | I'll praise my Maker with my [while I've] [whilst I've] breath | | | | | | | |
d186 | I'm a lonely traveler here | | | | | | | |
d187 | I'm a pilgrim and I'm a stranger, I can tarry | | | | | | | |
d188 | I'm happy, I'm happy, O wondrous account | | | | | | | |
d189 | I'm not too young to love the Lord | | | | | | | |
d190 | I'm weary of straying [sighing] O fain would [when shall] I rest | | | | | | | |
d191 | I'm with you once again, my friends | | | | | | | |
d192 | In childhood's young and happy hours | | | | | | | |
d193 | In hope of that immortal crown | | | | | | | |
d194 | In seasons of grief to my God I'll repair | | | | | | | |
d195 | In sorrow I lament | | | | | | | |
d196 | In the cross of Jesus glory | | | | | | | |
d197 | In the far better land of glory and light | | | | | | | |
d198 | In the rosy light of the morning bright | | | | | | | |
d199 | Jerusalem, my happy home, name ever dear to me | | | | | | | |
d200 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |