# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d102 | How gentle God's commands | | | | | | | |
d103 | How happy are they, Who the [their] Savior [Jesus] obey | | | | | | | |
d104 | How happy [happy's] every child of grace, who [that] feels [knows] his sins forgiven | | | | | | | |
d105 | How oft, alas, this [our] wretched [sinful] [wicked] heart | | | | | | | |
d106 | How pleasant, how [and] divinely fair | | | | | | | |
d107 | How pleasant thus to dwell below | | | | | | | |
d108 | How pleasing is thy [the] voice | | | | | | | |
d109 | How precious is the book divine | | | | | | | |
d110 | How shall the young secure their hearts | | | | | | | |
d111 | How sweet, how [and] heavenly is the sight | | | | | | | |
d112 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
d113 | How tender is thy hand | | | | | | | |
d114 | How vain are all things here below | | | | | | | |
d115 | I know that my Redeemer lives, and ever prays for me | | | | | | | |
d116 | I love awhile to steal away | | | | | | | |
d117 | I love the Sabbath school, the place | | | | | | | |
d118 | I love thy kingdom, Lord | | | | | | | |
d119 | I sing the mighty power of God | | | | | | | |
d120 | I would not live alway [always], I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
d121 | If human kindness meets return | | | | | | | |
d122 | If I must die, O, let me die, With hope | | | | | | | |
d123 | If 'tis sweet to mingle where | | | | | | | |
d124 | I'll praise my Maker with my [while I've] [whilst I've] breath | | | | | | | |
d125 | I'm not ashamed to own my [the] Lord | | | | | | | |
d126 | In all my [our] vast concerns with thee | | | | | | | |
d127 | In evil long I took delight | | | | | | | |
d128 | In thy great name, O Lord, we come | | | | | | | |
d129 | In vain my [the] fancy strives to paint The moment after death | | | | | | | |
d130 | In vain we seek for peace with God By methods of our own | | | | | | | |
d131 | Is there ambition in my heart | | | | | | | |
d132 | Is this the kind return | | | | | | | |
d133 | Isr'l in ancient days | | | | | | | |
d134 | Jerusalem, my happy home, name ever dear to me | | | | | | | |
d135 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
d136 | Jesus, at thy command | | | | | | | |
d137 | Jesus, I love thy charming name | | | | | | | |
d138 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
d139 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
d140 | Jesus, thy love shall [can] we forget | | | | | | | |
d141 | Keep silence, all created things | | | | | | | |
d142 | Let all the heathen writers join | | | | | | | |
d143 | Let every mortal ear attend | | | | | | | |
d144 | Let sinners take their course | | | | | | | |
d145 | Life is the time to serve the Lord | | | | | | | |
d146 | Little raindrops feed the rill | | | | | | | |
d147 | Lord, dismiss us with Thy [your] blessing, Fill our | | | | | | | |
d148 | Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high | | | | | | | |
d149 | Lord, it belongs not to my [our] care | | | | | | | |
d150 | Lord of the worlds above, How pleasant and how fair | | | | | | | |
d151 | Lord, thou hast searched, and seen me [us] through | | | | | | | |
d152 | Lord, thou wilt hear me when I pray | | | | | | | |
d153 | Lord, we come before thee now | | | | | | | |
d154 | Lord, we confess our numerous faults | | | | | | | |
d155 | Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I | | | | | | | |
d156 | Lord, when together here we meet | | | | | | | |
d157 | Majestic sweetness sits enthroned upon the Savior's brow | | | | | | | |
d158 | Man has a soul of vast desires | | | | | | | |
d159 | May I resolve with all my heart | | | | | | | |
d160 | Mercy, O thou Son of David | | | | | | | |
d161 | My dear Redeemer, and my Lord | | | | | | | |
d162 | My faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary | | | | | | | |
d163 | My Father, when I come to thee | | | | | | | |
d164 | My God, how endless [lasting] is thy love | | | | | | | |
d165 | My God, my Father, blissful [blessed] [cheering] name | | | | | | | |
d166 | My God, my King, thy various praise | | | | | | | |
d167 | My God, permit me [us] not to be a stranger | | | | | | | |
d168 | My God, the spring of all my joys | | | | | | | |
d169 | My gracious Lord [God], I own thy right | | | | | | | |
d170 | My heavenly Father, all I see around me and above | | | | | | | |
d171 | My soul be on thy [your] guard | | | | | | | |
d172 | My soul, come, meditate the day, And think | | | | | | | |
d173 | My soul, repeat His praise Whose mercies are so | | | | | | | |
d174 | My times are in Thy hand, my God | | | | | | | |
d175 | Nor eye hath seen nor ear hath heard | | | | | | | |
d176 | Not all the blood of beast [beasts], On Jewish altars | | | | | | | |
d177 | Now, gracious Lord, thine [thy] arm reveal | | | | | | | |
d178 | O blessed souls are they | | | | | | | |
d179 | O cease, my wandering soul | | | | | | | |
d180 | O could I find from day to day | | | | | | | |
d181 | O could our thoughts and wishes fly | | | | | | | |
d182 | O, for a [an] heart to praise [love] my God | | | | | | | |
d183 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
d184 | O for a thousand tongues to sing my great [dear] Redeemer's praise | | | | | | | |
d185 | O for that tenderness of heart | | | | | | | |
d186 | O for the death of those | | | | | | | |
d187 | O how divine how sweet the joy | | | | | | | |
d188 | O Lord, another day [week] has [is] flown | | | | | | | |
d189 | O [Sweet] land for [of] rest for thee I sigh | | | | | | | |
d190 | O that I knew the secret place | | | | | | | |
d191 | O that my load of sin were [was] gone | | | | | | | |
d192 | O that the Lord would guide my [our] ways | | | | | | | |
d193 | O thou that hearest prayer | | | | | | | |
d194 | O Thou, that hearest the prayer of faith | | | | | | | |
d195 | O [When] thou my righteous Judge shall [shalt] come | | | | | | | |
d196 | O where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
d197 | O who are they that venture near | | | | | | | |
d198 | O ye who sink in trouble's sea | | | | | | | |
d199 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
d200 | Once more, my soul, the rising day salutes thy waking eyes | | | | | | | |