# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | From all that's mortal, all that's vain | | | | | | | |
d102 | From every stormy wind [sense] that blows | | | | | | | |
d103 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
d104 | From whence doth [does] this [the] union arise | | | | | | | |
d105 | Gentle nature, heavenly fair | | | | | | | |
d106 | Give thanks to God, he [who] reigns above | | | | | | | |
d107 | Give to the winds thy [your] fears | | | | | | | |
d108 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
d109 | Glory to God on high | | | | | | | |
d110 | Glory to God on high, Let earth and sky reply | | | | | | | |
d111 | Go, heralds of the cross, proclaim | | | | | | | |
d112 | Go on ye [you] Pilgrims, while [here] below | | | | | | | |
d113 | Go thou, in life's fair morning | | | | | | | |
d114 | Go, when the morning shineth | | | | | | | |
d115 | God forbid that I should glory | | | | | | | |
d116 | God is our refuge, tried and proved | | | | | | | |
d117 | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
d118 | God of all created wonder | | | | | | | |
d119 | God of all grace and majesty | | | | | | | |
d120 | God of our salvation, hear us | | | | | | | |
d121 | Grace, 'tis a charming [cheering] [joyful] [pleasing] sound | | | | | | | |
d122 | Great God, what do I [we] see and hear | | | | | | | |
d123 | Great God, where'er we pitch our tent | | | | | | | |
d124 | Great Redeemer, Friend of sinners | | | | | | | |
d125 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
d126 | Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews | | | | | | | |
d127 | Hail, all you hosts of seraphs bright | | | | | | | |
d128 | Hail, Father, hail, beloved Son | | | | | | | |
d129 | Hail, God our Father, glorious King | | | | | | | |
d130 | Hail, sweetest, dearest, tie that binds | | | | | | | |
d131 | Hail, thou long expected Jesus | | | | | | | |
d132 | Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning | | | | | | | |
d133 | Hail to the Lord's anointed | | | | | | | |
d134 | Hallowed Gethsemane, Once the Savior knelt in thee | | | | | | | |
d135 | Hark, from the tomb [tombs] a doleful [warning] [mournful] sound | | | | | | | |
d136 | Hark, my soul, it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
d137 | Hark, ten thousand harps and voices | | | | | | | |
d138 | Hark, the judgment trumpet sounding | | | | | | | |
d139 | Hark, the vesper hymn is stealing | | | | | | | |
d140 | Hark, what mean those heavenly voices | | | | | | | |
d141 | Have you heard, have you heard of that [the] sun-bright [heavenly] clime | | | | | | | |
d142 | He cometh, he cometh, the ages are o'er | | | | | | | |
d143 | He dies, the friend of sinners dies | | | | | | | |
d144 | He is gone to the grave | | | | | | | |
d145 | Hear, O sinner, mercy hails [calls] you | | | | | | | |
d146 | Hear the royal proclamation, the glad tidings | | | | | | | |
d147 | Heaven, heaven is a blest region | | | | | | | |
d148 | Heavenly Father, sovereign [might] Lord | | | | | | | |
d149 | Here o'er the earth as a stranger I roam | | | | | | | |
d150 | Here will we meet the Saviour's poor | | | | | | | |
d151 | Hither, ye faithful, haste with [in] songs of triumph | | | | | | | |
d152 | Ho ye remnant oppressed scattered bruised | | | | | | | |
d153 | Holy and reverend is the name | | | | | | | |
d154 | How beauteous are their [his] feet | | | | | | | |
d155 | How beauteous is the earth | | | | | | | |
d156 | How blest the sacred tie that binds | | | | | | | |
d157 | How calm and beautiful the morn | | | | | | | |
d158 | How calm is the mind when supported by Jesus | | | | | | | |
d159 | How charming is the place | | | | | | | |
d160 | How cheering the thought, that the spirits in bliiss | | | | | | | |
d161 | How condescending, and how kind | | | | | | | |
d162 | How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d163 | How gracious the promise, how soothing the word | | | | | | | |
d164 | How happy are they, Who the [their] Savior [Jesus] obey | | | | | | | |
d165 | How happy is the man who has [hath] chosen wisdom's ways | | | | | | | |
d166 | How happy is the pilgrim's lot | | | | | | | |
d167 | How long, O Lord our Savior | | | | | | | |
d168 | How painfully pleasing the fond recollection Of youthful connections [emotions] | | | | | | | |
d169 | How pleasing to behold and see | | | | | | | |
d170 | How sad our state [fate] by nature is | | | | | | | |
d171 | How still and peaceful is [Lord] the grave | | | | | | | |
d172 | How sweet, how [and] heavenly is the sight | | | | | | | |
d173 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
d174 | How sweet to be allowed to pray | | | | | | | |
d175 | How sweet to reflect on the [those] joys that await me [us] | | | | | | | |
d176 | How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound | | | | | | | |
d177 | How tedious and tasteless [restless and tiresome] the hours | | | | | | | |
d178 | I came to the spot where the White Pilgrim lay | | | | | | | |
d179 | I have no resting place on earth | | | | | | | |
d180 | I have sought round the [this] verdant earth | | | | | | | |
d181 | I hear the voice of singing | | | | | | | |
d182 | I hear thee speak of the better land | | | | | | | |
d183 | I long to see the season [seasons] come when sinners | | | | | | | |
d184 | I love thy kingdom, Lord | | | | | | | |
d185 | I love to see the glorious sun | | | | | | | |
d186 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
d187 | I seek a place which is out of sight | | | | | | | |
d188 | I send the joys of earth away | | | | | | | |
d189 | I will arise, I will arise, will arise | | | | | | | |
d190 | I would not live alway [always], I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
d191 | I would not weep, when passing clouds | | | | | | | |
d192 | I'll praise my Maker with my [while I've] [whilst I've] breath | | | | | | | |
d193 | I'm a pilgrim and I'm a stranger, I can tarry | | | | | | | |
d194 | I'm not ashamed to own my [the] Lord | | | | | | | |
d195 | In all my [our] [thy] ways, O God [Lord] I would acknowledge thee | | | | | | | |
d196 | In seasons of grief to my God I'll repair | | | | | | | |
d197 | Infinite loveliness is thine | | | | | | | |
d198 | Isr'l the desert trod | | | | | | | |
d199 | Jerusalem, my happy home | | | | | | | |
d200 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |