# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | A charge to keep I have, A God to glorify | | | | | | | |
d2 | A poor wayfaring man of grief Hath often crossed | | | | | | | |
d3 | Afflictions, though they seem severe | | | | | | | |
d4 | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? | | | | | | | |
d5 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
d6 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
d7 | Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, That saved | | | | | | | |
d8 | And let this feeble body fail | | | | | | | |
d9 | Approach, my soul, the mercy seat | | | | | | | |
d10 | Arise, my soul, arise, shake off | | | | | | | |
d11 | Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
d12 | Attend, young friends, while [whilst] I relate | | | | | | | |
d13 | Awake, my soul, in [to] joyful [joyous] lays | | | | | | | |
d14 | Away from his home and the friends of his youth | | | | | | | |
d15 | Away my unbelieving fear | | | | | | | |
d16 | Away over in the promised land | | | | | | | |
d17 | Blest be the tie that binds our hearts in Christian love | | | | | | | |
d18 | Blest is the pious house | | | | | | | |
d19 | Blow ye [you] the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
d20 | Brethren, we have met to worship, and adore the Lord our God | | | | | | | |
d21 | Brethren, while we sojourn here | | | | | | | |
d22 | Burst, ye emerald [pearly] gates, and bring | | | | | | | |
d23 | Children of the heavenly king as we journey | | | | | | | |
d24 | Come and let us sweetly join | | | | | | | |
d25 | Come and taste along with me, consolation running free | | | | | | | |
d26 | Come away to the skies, my beloved, arise | | | | | | | |
d27 | Come, humble sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
d28 | Come, let us anew our journey pursue, Roll round | | | | | | | |
d29 | Come, O thou traveller unknown | | | | | | | |
d30 | Come on, my partners in distress | | | | | | | |
d31 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
d32 | Come, ye [you] disconsolate, where'er ye [you] languish | | | | | | | |
d33 | Come ye [you] sinners, poor and wretched [needy], Weak and wounded | | | | | | | |
d34 | Farewell, farewell, farewell, my [dear] friends | | | | | | | |
d35 | Father, I stretch my hand [hands] to thee | | | | | | | |
d36 | Fight on, my valiant comrades, fight | | | | | | | |
d37 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
d38 | Great God, and am I born to die | | | | | | | |
d39 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
d40 | Hail, sweetest, dearest, tie that binds | | | | | | | |
d41 | Hail the blest morn when [see] the great Mediator | | | | | | | |
d42 | Happy soul, thy days are ended [ending] | | | | | | | |
d43 | Hark, my soul, it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
d44 | Hark, the gospel trumpet's sounding, Sinners, hear | | | | | | | |
d45 | Have you heard, have you heard of that [the] sun-bright [heavenly] clime | | | | | | | |
d46 | He dies, the friend of sinners dies | | | | | | | |
d47 | How beauteous is the earth | | | | | | | |
d48 | How happy are they, Who the [their] Savior [Jesus] obey | | | | | | | |
d49 | How happy [happy's] every child of grace, who [that] feels [knows] his sins forgiven | | | | | | | |
d50 | How happy is the pilgrim's lot | | | | | | | |
d51 | How lost was [is] my [our] condition | | | | | | | |
d52 | How tedious and tasteless [restless and tiresome] the hours | | | | | | | |
d53 | I am not concerned to know | | | | | | | |
d54 | I have a home in heaven | | | | | | | |
d55 | I lift my soul to God, my trust is in | | | | | | | |
d56 | I would not live alway [always], I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
d57 | I would not weep, when passing clouds | | | | | | | |
d58 | I'll praise my Maker with my [while I've] [whilst I've] breath | | | | | | | |
d59 | I'm but a stranger [traveler] here, heaven is my home | | | | | | | |
d60 | I'm not ashamed to own my [the] Lord | | | | | | | |
d61 | In the Christian's home in [of] glory | | | | | | | |
d62 | I've a father over Jordan | | | | | | | |
d63 | Jerusalem, my happy home, O how I long for thee | | | | | | | |
d64 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
d65 | Jesus died that I might live | | | | | | | |
d66 | Jesus, great Shepherd of the [thy] sheep | | | | | | | |
d67 | Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave | | | | | | | |
d68 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
d69 | Jesus, my [mine] [our] all, to heaven is [has] gone | | | | | | | |
d70 | Jesus, my truth, my way | | | | | | | |
d71 | Jesus, thy blood apply | | | | | | | |
d72 | Jesus, we look to thee | | | | | | | |
d73 | Let every mortal ear attend | | | | | | | |
d74 | Lift up your hearts, Immanuel's friends | | | | | | | |
d75 | Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high | | | | | | | |
d76 | Mid [midst] scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
d77 | My days, my [and] weeks, my [and] months, my [and] years | | | | | | | |
d78 | My dearest friends in bonds of love | | | | | | | |
d79 | My God, how endless [lasting] is thy love | | | | | | | |
d80 | My Savior and my God, Thine, thine I long to be | | | | | | | |
d81 | My Savior and my God, Thou art my only | | | | | | | |
d82 | Naught of merit, or of price | | | | | | | |
d83 | Now from the altar of my heart [our hearts] | | | | | | | |
d84 | O come, and dwell in [with] me [us] | | | | | | | |
d85 | O do not be discouraged, For Jesus is your friend | | | | | | | |
d86 | O, for a [an] heart to praise [love] my God | | | | | | | |
d87 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
d88 | O for a glance of heavenly day | | | | | | | |
d89 | O happy day that fixed [seals] [stays] my choice | | | | | | | |
d90 | O may thy powerful word Inspire a feeble worm | | | | | | | |
d91 | O sing to me of heaven | | | | | | | |
d92 | O solemn hour, when God shall call | | | | | | | |
d93 | O tell me no more of this [the] world's vain [vain world's] store | | | | | | | |
d94 | O that my load of sin were [was] gone | | | | | | | |
d95 | O when shall I [we] see Jesus and dwell [reign] with Him above | | | | | | | |
d96 | O where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
d97 | Of that templr to which I am going | | | | | | | |
d98 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
d99 | One spark, O God, of heavenly fire | | | | | | | |
d100 | ôTis religion that can give sweetest pleasures | | | | | | | |