| A home in heaven, what a joyful thought | Rev. Wm. Hunter (Author) | English | 32 |
| A pilgrim and a stranger here, I seek a home to pilgrims dear | William Hunter (Author) | English | 1 |
| A stranger and a pilgrim here | William Hunter (Author) | | 1 |
| A terna voz do Salvador | William Hunter (Author) | Portuguese | 2 |
| Accept our thanks for all your love | W. H. (Author) | | 1 |
| Ah never was sorrow like mine | William Hunter (Author) | | 1 |
| Ah tell me not of gold or treasure | William Hunter (Author) | English | 2 |
| Aloft, aloft, the spirit plumes her wings | W. H. (Author) | | 1 |
| An old [As a] soldier I stand with my sword in my hand | William Hunter (Author) | English | 7 |
| And may I still get there | William Hunter (Author) | English | 18 |
| Auf des Lebens wilden Fluten treibt von Ort zu Ort | William Hunter (Author) | German | 4 |
| Awake, my faith, and bring to view | W. H. (Author) | | 3 |
| Away from his home and the friends of his youth | William Hunter (Author) | English | 34 |
| Az áldott orvos közeleg | William Hunter (Author) | Hungarian | 1 |
| Beautiful forms in mellow light | Wm. Hunter, D.D. (Author) | English | 5 |
| Blissful hours, when first I knew Him | William Hunter (Author) | English | 3 |
| Broad is the road that leads to death | W. H. (Author) | English | 1 |
| Cease, fond nature, cease this clinging | William Hunter (Author) | English | 1 |
| Christian sailors, strike the chorus | William Hunter (Author) | | 0 |
| Come, children, let your voices rise | William Hunter (Author) | | 3 |
| Come, come, come, Come for the Father waits | William Hunter (Author) | | 0 |
| Come, ghastly death, and lay me low | William Hunter (Author) | | 1 |
| Come, tell of your vessel | William Hunter (Author) | | 3 |
| Dark was that day in nature | William Hunter (Author) | | 0 |
| Death has no sting for those who | William Hunter (Author) | | 1 |
| Del mundo ya me separé | Wm. Hunter (Author) | Spanish | 2 |
| Den store lege nå er naer | William Hunter (Author) | Norwegian | 1 |
| Den store L'ge er nu n'r | William Hunter (Author) | | 1 |
| Den store läkaren är här | William Hunter (Author) | | 2 |
| Der große Arzt ist jetzt uns nah | Wm. Hunter (Author) | German | 4 |
| Der rechte Arzt ist immer nah | William Hunter (Author) | German | 0 |
| Droben in des Himmels Fernen | William Hunter (Author) | German | 0 |
| Ein himmlisch Heim, welche große Freud | Wm. Hunter (Author) | German | 3 |
| فارحا فارحا أمضي إلى المسكن المستنير بالحمل | William Hunter (Author) | Arabic | 0 |
| Father in heaven, how great the grace | William Hunter (Author) | | 0 |
| Father in heaven, the morning rays | W. H. (Author) | | 1 |
| Firmly, brethren, firmly stand | William Hunter (Author) | English | 16 |
| Fly up, my soul, and view the plains | W. H. (Author) | | 1 |
| Freudenvoll, freudenvoll walle ich fort | William Hunter (Author) | German | 1 |
| From this terrene and mortal shore | Wm. Hunter, D.D. (Author) | | 2 |
| Give me but some humble spot | William Hunter (Author) | | 0 |
| Go, bring me [them], said the dying fair | William Hunter (Author) | English | 7 |
| God be praised in every land | William Hunter (Author) | English | 2 |
| God of our fathers, whose right hand | William Hunter (Author) | | 4 |
| God of the forests, fields, and floods | William Hunter (Author) | | 0 |
| Gone, gone from earth's wearisome trials | W. H. (Author) | | 1 |
| Hail, happy day, when Christ, the Son | William Hunter (Author) | | 2 |
| Hail, happy morn, I gladly rise | William Hunter (Author) | | 1 |
| Hail, hidden mystery of grace | W. H. (Author) | | 1 |
| Hail the day that brought our freedom | Wm. Hunter (Author) | | 5 |
| Happy are our days below | William Hunter (Author) | | 1 |
| Happy the day, divinely sweet | William Hunter (Author) | | 1 |
| Happy the spirit released from its clay | William Hunter (Author) | English | 6 |
| Haste, haste, the clouds arise | William Hunter (Author) | | 1 |
| How blest the man well-doing | W. H. (Author) | | 1 |
| How blest the place where Jesus is | William Hunter (Author) | | 5 |
| How brightly beams the day of grace | W. H. (Author) | | 1 |
| How happy are the favored few | William Hunter (Author) | | 4 |
| I am dwelling on the mountain, Where the golden sunlight gleams | Rev. Wm. Hunter (Author) | English | 20 |
| I am fading away to the land of the blest | William Hunter (Author) | English | 13 |
| I left my heavenly Father | William Hunter (Author) | | 3 |
| I seek a place which is out of sight | William Hunter (Author) | | 10 |
| If some kind wealthy friend should wait | William Hunter (Author) | | 0 |
| I'll meet thee at the hour of prayer | William Hunter (Author) | | 1 |
| Im Himmel ist mein Heim so schön, Da kann nicht Not noch Tod eingehn | William Hunter (Author) | German | 2 |
| I'm traveling to another sphere | W. H. (Author) | | 1 |
| In error's ways you vainly roam | William Hunter (Author) | | 2 |
| In seasons of grief to my God I'll repair | William Hunter (Author) | English | 55 |
| In that bright world of joy above | William Hunter (Author) | | 2 |
| In the Christian's home in glory | William Hunter (Author) | English | 34 |
| In this glad employ | William Hunter (Author) | | 2 |
| Is not this the land of Beulah (Chorus) | William Hunter (Author) | English | 1 |
| Jerusalem, built grandly high | W. H. (Author) | | 1 |
| Jerusalem, thy mansions fair | W. H. (Author) | English | 5 |
| Joyfully, joyfully, onward I move, Bound to the land of bright spirits above | Rev. William Hunter, 1811- (Author) | English | 220 |
| La tierna voz del Salvador, Nos habla conmovida | William Hunter (Author) | Spanish | 17 |
| La tierna voz del Salvador | William Hunter (Author) | Spanish | 1 |
| Let others choose the place of mirth | William Hunter (Author) | | 0 |
| Llenos de gozo que Cristo nos da | Rev. G. Hunter (Author) | Spanish | 3 |
| L'ngfelsfuld ile nu Tankerne hjem | William Hunter (Author) | | 1 |
| Look not on the wine become red | Wm. Hunter, D.D. (Author) | English | 4 |
| Lord, thou hast with thee on high | W. H. (Author) | | 1 |
| Love, love, love, Love for the fallen weak | W. H. (Author) | | 1 |
| മഹാ വൈദ്യൻ സമീപത്തു (Mahā vaidyan samīpattu) | William Hunter (Author) | Malayalam | 1 |
| Many souls on life's dark ocean | Rev. Wm. Hunter, D.D. (Author) | English | 10 |
| Ma'xeeno'eestomanehė | William Hunter (Author) | Cheyenne | 1 |
| Mganga wetu ni karibu | William Hunter (Author) | Swahili | 1 |
| Mi dulce hogar, lo tengo allá do nada mal alcanzará | William Hunter (Author) | Spanish | 1 |
| Mit Himmelhjem er skjoen og kj'r | William Hunter (Author) | | 1 |
| Mourn, my harp, the soon departed | W. H. (Author) | | 2 |
| My heavenly home is bright and fair, Nor pain nor death can enter there | William Hunter (Author) | English | 605 |
| My hope hath found a resting place | William Hunter (Author) | | 1 |
| My Lord, my Life, at last to thee | William Hunter (Author) | | 6 |
| My mansion in the sky | W. H. (Author) | | 1 |
| My name is now in heaven recorded | W. H. (Author) | | 1 |
| My soul is happy in its choice | William Hunter (Author) | | 1 |
| Ni tabibu wa karibu | William Hunter (Author) | Swahili | 0 |
| No, I cannot, cannot yet | William Hunter (Author) | | 0 |
| Now sendest thou thine autumn, Lord | William Hunter (Author) | | 1 |
| O blessed Lord, be near us | William Hunter (Author) | | 0 |
| O give me the flowers that never decay | William Hunter (Author) | | 1 |
| O give me the riches that never decay | William Hunter (Author) | English | 2 |
| O Gottesstadt wie schön bist du | William Hunter (Author) | German | 0 |
| O had I the wings of a dove, I would fly | William Hunter (Author) | English | 3 |
| O happy the day he was born | William Hunter (Author) | | 3 |
| O how can I forget | William Hunter (Author) | | 1 |
| O how shall I praise my adorable Savior | William Hunter (Author) | | 0 |
| O Jesus, immaculate Lamb | Rev. Wm. Hunter, D.D. (Author) | English | 3 |
| O meet me at the throne of grace | William Hunter (Author) | | 2 |
| O no, I never can forget | William Hunter (Author) | | 0 |
| O praise the Lord, he dwells on high | William Hunter (Author) | | 0 |
| O who would remain in this prison of clay | William Hunter (Author) | English | 3 |
| O yes, I'll join the union band | William Hunter (Author) | | 0 |
| Of all the bright ensigns | Wm. Hunter, D.D. (Author) | | 1 |
| O how can I forget the hour | Rev. W. Hunter (Author) | | 4 |
| O, praise the Lord, His name extol, The God of skill and might | W. H. (Author) | English | 1 |
| O [Come] sing to me of heaven When I am called to die | Rev. Wm. Hunter (Author) | English | 1 |
| Our Father, God, and King | William Hunter (Author) | | 2 |
| Our gracious Savior and our Lord | W. H. (Author) | English | 1 |
| Our heavenly Father, Let thy name | William Hunter (Author) | | 1 |
| Our kindred dear to heaven have [are] gone | William Hunter (Author) | | 7 |
| Pilgrim and stranger, where dost thou stray | William Hunter (Author) | | 0 |
| Pray brethren pray, the prayer of faith availeth | William Hunter (Author) | English | 3 |
| Proclaim ye rasomed ones proclaim | W. H. (Author) | | 1 |
| Religion is a glorious treasure | W. H. (Alterer) | | 1 |
| Review the palsied sinner's case | William Hunter (Author) | | 6 |
| Rise, sinner, rise, The Master calleth for thee | William Hunter (Author) | | 1 |
| Safe, safe within the ark | William Hunter (Author) | | 0 |
| Saints exult adieu to tears | William Hunter (Author) | | 5 |
| Saints of God what glories meet ye | Rev. Wm. Hunter, D. D. (Author) | | 2 |
| संसार का सबसे बड़ा वैध्य, वह है हमारा येशु (Sansaar ka sabase bada vaidhy, vah hai hamaara yeshu) | William Hunter (Author) | Hindi | 1 |
| Sinners, the city where you dwell | William Hunter (Author) | | 5 |
| Soon shall we see the glorious morning | William Hunter (Author) | English | 11 |
| Soon we shall see, shall see the glorious morning | William Hunter (Author) | | 5 |
| Tearfully lay her down to rest | Rev. W. Hunter, D.D. (Author) | | 2 |
| The child, the child, the king old prophet said | William Hunter (Author) | | 1 |
| The grave is void, the grave is void | W. H. (Author) | | 1 |
| The great Physician now is here | William H. Hunter (Author) | English | 886 |
| The hosts of God, the unseen hosts | W. H. (Author) | | 1 |
| The light of truth is breaking, on the mountain tops it gleams | William Hunter (Author) | English | 15 |
| The music of his steps was sought | Hunter (Author) | | 1 |
| The shades of night are gone, The morning glories shine | Wm. Hunter, D.D. (Author) | English | 2 |
| The Shepherd of souls | William Hunter (Author) | | 2 |
| The stars the stars those lamps of light | W. H. (Author) | | 1 |
| The vernal flowers their beauties spread | William Hunter (Author) | | 5 |
| There are moments when music's soft numbers enchant | William Hunter, D.D. (Author) | | 1 |
| There comes a day, a fearful day | William Hunter (Author) | | 7 |
| There is a God, awestruck, I feel | William Hunter (Author) | | 1 |
| There is a land, surpassing fair | William Hunter (Author) | | 1 |
| There is no name so sweet on earth | Rev. William Hunter (Author (refrain)) | English | 1 |
| There is a place where my hopes are stayed | William Hunter (Author) | English | 59 |
| There is a place where the angels dwell | Rev. W. Hunter (Author) | English | 6 |
| There is a river deep and dark, and terrible and wide | William Hunter, D.D. (Author) | English | 1 |
| There is a spot to me more dear, Than native vale or mountain (Hunter) | William Hunter (Author) | English | 85 |
| This earth has [hath] many a pleasant sweet | William Hunter (Author) | | 4 |
| This may be thy latest call | William Hunter (Author) | | 0 |
| Though flowers of hope so early fade | William Hunter (Author) | | 0 |
| Though poor my condiction, and low my degree | William Hunter (Author) | | 1 |
| Though to a distant region | W. H. (Author) | | 3 |
| To Jordan's banks our hosts are come | William Hunter (Author) | | 2 |
| To the promised home in glory | William Hunter (Author) | English | 19 |
| 'Twas in the days of vernal prime | William Hunter (Author) | | 1 |
| Up, the voice from heaven is sounding | William Hunter (Author) | | 1 |
| Venez, coeurs souffrants et meurtris | William Hunter (Author) | French | 1 |
| Vor sjælelæge nu er nær | Wm. Hunter (Author) | | 1 |
| Wake, Christian soldiers, wake | William Hunter (Author) | | 1 |
| We are joyously voyaging over the main | Wm. Hunter, D.D. (Author) | English | 29 |
| We are one in sinful nature | W. H. (Author) | | 1 |
| We're bound for the land of the pure and the holy | William Hunter (Author) | English | 71 |
| We're marching to the promised land, A land all fair and bright | William Hunter (Author) | English | 33 |
| We've listed in a holy war | William Hunter (Author) | English | 1 |
| What a wonder of mercy is this | William Hunter (Author) | | 0 |
| When day first dawned upon my soul | William Hunter (Author) | | 0 |
| When I set out for heaven | William Hunter (Author) | | 5 |
| When Jacob, the pilgrim, was wearied by day | W. H. (Adapter) | | 1 |
| When, O Creator, when thy might | W. H. (Author) | | 1 |
| When the holy fire descended | William Hunter (Author) | | 0 |
| Where Babel's drooping willows stood | William Hunter (Author) | | 4 |
| While in this hostile region | William Hunter (Author) | | 2 |
| While wandering to and fro | William Hunter (Author) | English | 16 |
| Who shall forbid our grateful [chastened] woe | William Hunter (Author) | English | 7 |
| Who would mourn, and pine, and languish | William Hunter (Author) | | 0 |
| Why wanderest thou so far from home | William Hunter (Author) | | 4 |
| Why, weepest thou and sighest | William Hunter (Author) | | 0 |
| With faces turned for Zion's hill | William Hunter (Author) | | 1 |
| Woe, woe to the sinner who lives in his sin | William Hunter (Author) | | 8 |
| يا نفس قد وافى يسوع | William Hunter (Author) | Arabic | 0 |
| Ye erring souls that wildly roam | William Hunter (Author) | | 6 |
| You may sing of the beauties of the mountains and dale | William Hunter (Author) | English | 32 |
| 至大醫生現今可近 (Zhì dà yīshēng xiànjīn kě jìn) | William Hunter (Author) | Chinese | 1 |