# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | Lord, how delightful 'tis to see A whole assembly worship thee | | | | | | | |
d102 | Mary to her [the] Savior's tomb | | | | | | | |
d103 | Mid [midst] scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
d104 | Mighty Rock, whose towering form | | | | | | | |
d105 | Must Jesus bear the [his] cross alone | | | | | | | |
d106 | My Christian friends in bonds of love, whose hearts | | | | | | | |
d107 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
d108 | My faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary | | | | | | | |
d109 | My head and stay is took [called] away | | | | | | | |
d110 | My time is passing swiftly by me | | | | | | | |
d111 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
d112 | Not all the blood of beast [beasts], On Jewish altars | | | | | | | |
d113 | Not to control the church of God | | | | | | | |
d114 | Now from the east and west and south | | | | | | | |
d115 | Now, gracious Lord, thine [thy] arm reveal | | | | | | | |
d116 | Now in thy praise, eternal king | | | | | | | |
d117 | O Christ, He is the fountain | | | | | | | |
d118 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
d119 | O, for a faith that will not shrink | | | | | | | |
d120 | O my Lord, I am thine, what a blessing divine | | | | | | | |
d121 | O sing to me of heaven When I am called to die | | | | | | | |
d122 | O [Sweet] land for [of] rest for thee I sigh | | | | | | | |
d123 | O think of the home over there, By the side of the river | | | | | | | |
d124 | O Thou from whom all goodness flows | | | | | | | |
d125 | O what amazing words of grace Are in the gospel found | | | | | | | |
d126 | O when shall I [we] see Jesus and dwell [reign] with Him above | | | | | | | |
d127 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
d128 | Once more we bow before our God; Once more his blessing we ask | | | | | | | |
d129 | One there is above all others, well [who] deserves | | | | | | | |
d130 | Pass me not, O gentle Savior | | | | | | | |
d131 | Plunged in a [the] gulf of dark [deep] despair | | | | | | | |
d132 | Poor and afflicted, Lord, are thine | | | | | | | |
d133 | Religion, what a vast estate | | | | | | | |
d134 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d135 | Safe in the arms of Jesus, safe on his gentle breast | | | | | | | |
d136 | Salvation O melodious sound | | | | | | | |
d137 | Salvation, O the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
d138 | Salvation through our dying head | | | | | | | |
d139 | Savior, lead me, lest I stray, gently lead | | | | | | | |
d140 | Savior, more than life to me, I am clinging | | | | | | | |
d141 | Shall we gather at [by] the river, Where bright angel feet have trod | | | | | | | |
d142 | Shall we meet beyond the river, where the surges | | | | | | | |
d143 | Show pity Lord, O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
d144 | Silent night, holiest night, all is dark save the light | | | | | | | |
d145 | Since man by sin has lost [gone from] [strayed from] his God | | | | | | | |
d146 | Sister, thou wast [wert] mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
d147 | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
d148 | Sprinkled with reconciling blood I dare approach thy throne, O God | | | | | | | |
d149 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d150 | Take the name of Jesus with you, child of sorrow | | | | | | | |
d151 | Tarry with me, O my Savior | | | | | | | |
d152 | That doleful [dreadful] night before his death | | | | | | | |
d153 | The blessed Spirit, like the wind | | | | | | | |
d154 | The cross of Christ inspires my heart | | | | | | | |
d155 | The food on which thy children live | | | | | | | |
d156 | The great Physician now is near | | | | | | | |
d157 | The king of heaven his table spreads | | | | | | | |
d158 | The Lord will happiness divine on contrite hearts bestow | | | | | | | |
d159 | The year of time has rolled away | | | | | | | |
d160 | There are mansions bright and fair, ever waitng over there | | | | | | | |
d161 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d162 | There is a house not made with [by] hands, Eternal | | | | | | | |
d163 | There is a land, a happy land, Where tears are wiped away | | | | | | | |
d164 | There is a name I love to hear, I love to sing [speak] its worth | | | | | | | |
d165 | There is a place where my hope is [hopes are] stayed [staid] | | | | | | | |
d166 | There is a story ever new, I'll tell it o'er and o'er | | | | | | | |
d167 | There's a land that is fairer [brighter] than day | | | | | | | |
d168 | Thou my everlasting portion | | | | | | | |
d169 | Though my cross may be hard to bear | | | | | | | |
d170 | Thus far my God hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
d171 | Thus was the great Redeemer plunged | | | | | | | |
d172 | Thy presence, gracious God, afford | | | | | | | |
d173 | Time is winging us away | | | | | | | |
d174 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
d175 | 'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
d176 | To Christ, the Lord, let every tongue its noblest tribute bring | | | | | | | |
d177 | To thee, again, my [our] gracious God | | | | | | | |
d178 | To thy temple we repair | | | | | | | |
d179 | 'Twas on that [a] dark, that [and] doleful [awful] [dreary] night [day] | | | | | | | |
d180 | Upon thy servant called to fill | | | | | | | |
d181 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d182 | We shall sleep, but not forever | | | | | | | |
d183 | We shall soon be all at rest over there | | | | | | | |
d184 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
d185 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d186 | What a shout in the skies there will be | | | | | | | |
d187 | What wondrous love is this, O my soul | | | | | | | |
d188 | When bowed with affliction [afflictions] and woe [woes] | | | | | | | |
d189 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d190 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d191 | When languor and disease invade | | | | | | | |
d192 | When on the cross my Lord I see | | | | | | | |
d193 | When our work is ended, we shall sweetly rest | | | | | | | |
d194 | When peace, like a river, attendeth my way | | | | | | | |
d195 | When sorrows encompass me round | | | | | | | |
d196 | When those we love are snatched away | | | | | | | |
d197 | Where must a weary sinner go | | | | | | | |
d198 | Why, O my soul, these anxious cares | | | | | | | |
d199 | Why should the children of a King | | | | | | | |
d200 | Yield not to temptation, for yielding is sin | | | | | | | |