# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | A charge to keep I have, A God to glorify | | | | | | | |
d2 | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? | | | | | | | |
d3 | All hail, the geat Immanuel's name, Let angels | | | | | | | |
d4 | All praise to the Lamb, accepted I am | | | | | | | |
d5 | Along the banks where Babel's current flows | | | | | | | |
d6 | Amid [Admidst] thy wrath remember love | | | | | | | |
d7 | And let this feeble body fail | | | | | | | |
d8 | And will the Judge descend [ascend] | | | | | | | |
d9 | Angels from the realms of glory | | | | | | | |
d10 | Another six days' work is done | | | | | | | |
d11 | Arise, arise, with joy survey | | | | | | | |
d12 | Arm of the Lord, awake, awake, put on thy strength | | | | | | | |
d13 | As o'er the past my memory strays | | | | | | | |
d14 | Awake, my soul, and with the sun | | | | | | | |
d15 | Awake, my soul, in [to] joyful [joyous] lays | | | | | | | |
d16 | Awake my soul, stretch every nerve | | | | | | | |
d17 | Awake, my soul, to shout his praise | | | | | | | |
d18 | Awake now my lyre | | | | | | | |
d19 | Awake our drowsy souls, and burst the slothful band | | | | | | | |
d20 | Awake, our souls, away our fears | | | | | | | |
d21 | Behold the lofty sky | | | | | | | |
d22 | Behold the morning sun | | | | | | | |
d23 | Behold the Savior of mankind | | | | | | | |
d24 | Behold thy waiting servant, Lord | | | | | | | |
d25 | Bless, O my [each] soul, the living God | | | | | | | |
d26 | Blest are the sons of peace | | | | | | | |
d27 | Brightest and best of the sons [stars] of the morning | | | | | | | |
d28 | Broad is the road [stream] that leads to death [wrath] | | | | | | | |
d29 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
d30 | Cast thy bread upon the waters Thinking not 'tis thrown away | | | | | | | |
d31 | Cease, ye [you] mourners, cease to languish | | | | | | | |
d32 | Christ the [our] Lord is [has] risen today, [Alleluia] [Sons of men] | | | | | | | |
d33 | Christian, see the orient morning | | | | | | | |
d34 | Come, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove | | | | | | | |
d35 | Come, let us lift our joyful eyes Up to the [To heavenly] courts above | | | | | | | |
d36 | Come, saith [said] [says] Jesus' sacred voice | | | | | | | |
d37 | Come sound his praise [name] abroad, And hymns | | | | | | | |
d38 | Come, thou eternal Spirit, come | | | | | | | |
d39 | Come to Calvary's holy mountain, Sinners ruined by the fall | | | | | | | |
d40 | Come to the house of prayer, O thou afflicted | | | | | | | |
d41 | Come weary soul [souls] with sin [sins] distressed | | | | | | | |
d42 | Come, ye [you] disconsolate, where'er ye [you] languish | | | | | | | |
d43 | Come, ye [you] [we] that [who] love the Lord [Christ], And let your [our] joys | | | | | | | |
d44 | Crown his head with endless blessing | | | | | | | |
d45 | Dark was the night, and cold the ground | | | | | | | |
d46 | Darkly the winter day Dawns on the moor | | | | | | | |
d47 | Dear Jesus, when shall it be | | | | | | | |
d48 | Dear Savior we are thine, By everlasting | | | | | | | |
d49 | Dear Savior, When my thoughts recall The wonders of thy grace | | | | | | | |
d50 | Encompassed with clouds of distress | | | | | | | |
d51 | Father of mercies, in thy [your] word | | | | | | | |
d52 | Father of spirits, hear our prayer | | | | | | | |
d53 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
d54 | Forever with the Lord [our God], amen, so let it be | | | | | | | |
d55 | From all that [who] dwell [dwells] below the [in earth and] skies | | | | | | | |
d56 | From deep distress and troubled thoughts | | | | | | | |
d57 | From lowest depth [depths] of woe | | | | | | | |
d58 | Gently glides the stream of life | | | | | | | |
d59 | Gently, Lord, O gently lead us | | | | | | | |
d60 | Gird on thy sword, victorious Prince | | | | | | | |
d61 | Give me the wings of faith to rise | | | | | | | |
d62 | Give to our God [the Lord] immortal praise | | | | | | | |
d63 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
d64 | Glory be to God on high, God whose glory fills the sky | | | | | | | |
d65 | Go to thy rest in peace, And soft | | | | | | | |
d66 | God bless our native land, Firm may she | | | | | | | |
d67 | God in his earthly temple lays | | | | | | | |
d68 | God, in the gospel of his [the] Son | | | | | | | |
d69 | God is the refuge of his saints | | | | | | | |
d70 | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
d71 | God of mercy, God of love [grace], Hear | | | | | | | |
d72 | God of my life, to thee belong [belongs] | | | | | | | |
d73 | Grace, 'tis a charming [cheering] [joyful] [pleasing] sound | | | | | | | |
d74 | Great Ruler of all nature's frame | | | | | | | |
d75 | Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews | | | | | | | |
d76 | Hail the bright and glorious day | | | | | | | |
d77 | Happy is he that [who] fears the Lord | | | | | | | |
d78 | Happy the Church, thou [the] sacred place | | | | | | | |
d79 | Hark, what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
d80 | Hasten, Lord, the glorious time | | | | | | | |
d81 | He dies, the friend of sinners dies | | | | | | | |
d82 | He lives, the everlasting God | | | | | | | |
d83 | Heart, be still, in the darkness of thy woe | | | | | | | |
d84 | Here, in thy name, eternal God | | | | | | | |
d85 | Here let us see thy face, O Lord | | | | | | | |
d86 | Ho reapers of life's harvest why stand with rested blade | | | | | | | |
d87 | How beauteous are their [his] feet | | | | | | | |
d88 | How blest the righteous when he dies | | | | | | | |
d89 | How calm and beautiful the morn | | | | | | | |
d90 | How did my heart rejoice to hear | | | | | | | |
d91 | How happy are they, Who the [their] Savior [Jesus] obey | | | | | | | |
d92 | How heavy is the night | | | | | | | |
d93 | How honored is the place | | | | | | | |
d94 | How large the promise, how divine | | | | | | | |
d95 | How long, O Lord, shall I [we] complain | | | | | | | |
d96 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
d97 | How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound | | | | | | | |
d98 | How vain are all things here below | | | | | | | |
d99 | I have read of a world of beauty | | | | | | | |
d100 | I love the Lord, he heard my cries | | | | | | | |