# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | Lo I come with joy to do | | | | | | | |
d102 | Lo the God by whom salvation | | | | | | | |
d103 | Lo we see the sign appearing | | | | | | | |
d104 | Long have we pensive sat | | | | | | | |
d105 | Lord, in the morning I will send | | | | | | | |
d106 | Lord, when together here we meet | | | | | | | |
d107 | Mercy, O thou Son of David | | | | | | | |
d108 | My barns are full, my stores increase | | | | | | | |
d109 | My brethren, from my heart beloved | | | | | | | |
d110 | My friends and my neighbors that [who] live in this place | | | | | | | |
d111 | My God was with me all this [the] night | | | | | | | |
d112 | My thoughts on awful subjects roll | | | | | | | |
d113 | My thoughts, that oft ascend [often mount] the skies | | | | | | | |
d114 | Nay, I cannot let thee go | | | | | | | |
d115 | Never let good despair | | | | | | | |
d116 | Now begin the heavenly theme | | | | | | | |
d117 | Now in a song of grateful praise [love] | | | | | | | |
d118 | Now is the time, O lovely youth | | | | | | | |
d119 | Now the Savior stands [standeth] [standing] a-pleading [and pleading] | | | | | | | |
d120 | Now whilst I try my heart | | | | | | | |
d121 | O, blessed estate of the dead | | | | | | | |
d122 | O don't you hear the alarm | | | | | | | |
d123 | O give me, Lord, my sins to mourn | | | | | | | |
d124 | O God, my heart with love inflame | | | | | | | |
d125 | O how I have longed for the coming [presence] of God [the Lord] | | | | | | | |
d126 | O how sore a thing and grievous | | | | | | | |
d127 | O Jesus, my Savior, to Thee I submit | | | | | | | |
d128 | O Jesus, the giver of all we enjoy | | | | | | | |
d129 | O may I worthy prove to see The saints in full prosperity | | | | | | | |
d130 | O may the power which melts the rock | | | | | | | |
d131 | O most compassionate High Priest | | | | | | | |
d132 | O that I had a bosom friend | | | | | | | |
d133 | O what soul transporting sight | | | | | | | |
d134 | O when shall I [we] see Jesus and dwell [reign] with Him above | | | | | | | |
d135 | Oft as the bell, with solemn toll, Speaks the departure of a soul | | | | | | | |
d136 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
d137 | One awful word which Jesus spoke | | | | | | | |
d138 | Our Lord is risen indeed, And bids | | | | | | | |
d139 | Our souls by [in] love together knit [drawn] [joined] | | | | | | | |
d140 | Peace doubting heart, my God's I am | | | | | | | |
d141 | Peace, troubled soul, forbear Nor yield to black | | | | | | | |
d142 | Physician of my [the] sin sick soul | | | | | | | |
d143 | Poor sinners, little do they think | | | | | | | |
d144 | Prayer is [was] appointed to convey | | | | | | | |
d145 | Precious Bible, what a treasure | | | | | | | |
d146 | Professed followers of the Lamb | | | | | | | |
d147 | Repent, the voice celestial cries | | | | | | | |
d148 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
d149 | Saved by grace I live to tell | | | | | | | |
d150 | Savior, I do feel Thy merit, sprinkled with redeeming blood | | | | | | | |
d151 | Savior, visit Thy [our] plantation, grant us Lord, a gracious rain | | | | | | | |
d152 | See, how the nations rage together | | | | | | | |
d153 | See, the eternal Judge descending | | | | | | | |
d154 | See the gloomy, gathering cloud | | | | | | | |
d155 | Sin enslaved me many years | | | | | | | |
d156 | Sin has undone our wretched race | | | | | | | |
d157 | Sinner, art thou [are you] still secure [sincere] | | | | | | | |
d158 | Sinner [sinners], hear the [thy] Savior's call | | | | | | | |
d159 | Sometimes a light surprises | | | | | | | |
d160 | Stand fast in the gospel, 'tis Christ makes you free | | | | | | | |
d161 | Still out of the deepest abyss | | | | | | | |
d162 | Stop, poor sinner [sinners], stop and think | | | | | | | |
d163 | Tell us, O women, we would know | | | | | | | |
d164 | That glorious day is drawing nigh | | | | | | | |
d165 | The church a garden is | | | | | | | |
d166 | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
d167 | The great tremendous day approaches | | | | | | | |
d168 | The heavens invite mine eye | | | | | | | |
d169 | The Lord is to his garden come | | | | | | | |
d170 | The Lord our Salvation and Light | | | | | | | |
d171 | The morning fresh, the sun in east | | | | | | | |
d172 | The reason we love friendship | | | | | | | |
d173 | The rising youth espouse the cause | | | | | | | |
d174 | The sacred ties of friendship | | | | | | | |
d175 | The saints of ancient days | | | | | | | |
d176 | The Savior calls, let every ear attend | | | | | | | |
d177 | The Savior meets his flock today | | | | | | | |
d178 | The song of salvation it is so divine | | | | | | | |
d179 | The trumpet of God is sounding abroad | | | | | | | |
d180 | The voice of free grace cries escape | | | | | | | |
d181 | There is a Heaven above the skies | | | | | | | |
d182 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d183 | Though in the outward, earthly church below | | | | | | | |
d184 | Though sinners would vex me | | | | | | | |
d185 | Throughout our Savior's life we trace | | | | | | | |
d186 | Thy daily mercies, O my God | | | | | | | |
d187 | Thy message, by the preacher, seal | | | | | | | |
d188 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
d189 | 'Tis my happiness below | | | | | | | |
d190 | United in affection dear | | | | | | | |
d191 | Unvail [Unveil] thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
d192 | Vain man [men], thy [your] fond pursuits forbear | | | | | | | |
d193 | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
d194 | Wake up [my] muse, condole the loss | | | | | | | |
d195 | Well, brethren, we are met today | | | | | | | |
d196 | We've found the rock, the traveler cries [travelers cried] | | | | | | | |
d197 | What poor despised company | | | | | | | |
d198 | What sound is this salutes mine [my] ear | | | | | | | |
d199 | What think ye [you] of Christ, is the test | | | | | | | |
d200 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |