# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | O Lamb of God for sinners slain I plead with thee | | | | | | | |
d102 | O Lord, thy work revive, In Zion's gloomy hour | | | | | | | |
d103 | O love divine, how sweet [good] thou art | | | | | | | |
d104 | O that my load of sin were [was] gone | | | | | | | |
d105 | O Thou from whom all goodness flows | | | | | | | |
d106 | O thou who diest the mourner's tear | | | | | | | |
d107 | O turn ye [you], O turn ye [you], for why will ye [you] die | | | | | | | |
d108 | O [When] thou my righteous Judge shall [shalt] come | | | | | | | |
d109 | O where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
d110 | O who'll stand up for Jesus | | | | | | | |
d111 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
d112 | Once more, my soul, the rising day salutes thy waking eyes | | | | | | | |
d113 | Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest | | | | | | | |
d114 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
d115 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d116 | Salvation, O the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
d117 | Savior, when in dust to Thee, low we bow | | | | | | | |
d118 | See how the morning [mounting] [rising] sun | | | | | | | |
d119 | Shall we gather at [by] the river, Where bright angel feet have trod | | | | | | | |
d120 | Shepherd of souls, with pitying eye | | | | | | | |
d121 | Sinner [sinners] go [come], will you go | | | | | | | |
d122 | Sinner [sinners], the voice of God regard | | | | | | | |
d123 | Sinners, turn, while God is near | | | | | | | |
d124 | Softly sing when I am going | | | | | | | |
d125 | Songs of praise the angels sang | | | | | | | |
d126 | Soon may [shall] the last glad song arise | | | | | | | |
d127 | Spare us, o Lord, aloud we pray | | | | | | | |
d128 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d129 | Sweet is the day of sacred rest | | | | | | | |
d130 | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
d131 | The Christian pilgrim sings, Heaven's my home | | | | | | | |
d132 | The Lord descended from above | | | | | | | |
d133 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d134 | The Spirit in our hearts is whispering sinner come | | | | | | | |
d135 | There is a beautiful world Where saints and angels sing | | | | | | | |
d136 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d137 | There is a land eye hath not seen | | | | | | | |
d138 | There is a spot to [for] me more dear | | | | | | | |
d139 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
d140 | This day the Lord has [hath] called his own | | | | | | | |
d141 | Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb | | | | | | | |
d142 | Thou hidden source of calm repose | | | | | | | |
d143 | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
d144 | Thy name, Almighty Lord [God], shall sound | | | | | | | |
d145 | Thy works of glory, mighty Lord | | | | | | | |
d146 | To us a Child of hope is born | | | | | | | |
d147 | Tossed upon life's raging billow | | | | | | | |
d148 | 'Twas Jesus, my Savior, who died on the [a] tree [cross] | | | | | | | |
d149 | Wake the song of jubilee | | | | | | | |
d150 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d151 | We may spread our couch with roses | | | | | | | |
d152 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
d153 | Welcome, delightful morn, Thou [Sweet] day of sacred rest | | | | | | | |
d154 | We're bound for the land of the pure and the holy | | | | | | | |
d155 | We're out on the ocean sailing | | | | | | | |
d156 | What heavenly music do I [we] hear | | | | | | | |
d157 | What poor despised company | | | | | | | |
d158 | When first the Spirit left the throne | | | | | | | |
d159 | When God revealed his gracious name | | | | | | | |
d160 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d161 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d162 | When shall thy love constrain and force me to thy breast | | | | | | | |
d163 | When shall we meet again, Meet ne'er [more] to sever | | | | | | | |
d164 | When strangers stand and hear me tell | | | | | | | |
d165 | When torn is the [thy] bosom by [with] sorrow [anguish] or [and] care | | | | | | | |
d166 | Whence came the armies of the sky | | | | | | | |
d167 | While shepherds watch [watched] their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
d168 | While thee I [we] seek, protecting power | | | | | | | |
d169 | Who are these [those] arrayed in white | | | | | | | |
d170 | Who on earth can conceive how happy we live | | | | | | | |
d171 | Why that look of sadness | | | | | | | |
d172 | Zion [Sion] stands by [with] hills surrounded | | | | | | | |