# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d301 | Jesus, thou joy of loving hearts | | | | | | | |
d302 | Jesus, thy love shall [can] we forget | | | | | | | |
d303 | Jesus, we love to meet On this thy holy day | | | | | | | |
d304 | Jesus, while our hearts are bleeding | | | | | | | |
d305 | Joy to the world, the Lord is [has] come | | | | | | | |
d306 | Joys are flowing like a river | | | | | | | |
d307 | Kind words can never die, Cherished and blest | | | | | | | |
d308 | Knocking, knocking, who is there, waiting, waiting | | | | | | | |
d309 | Lamp of our feet, whereby we trace | | | | | | | |
d310 | Land ahead, its fruits are waving | | | | | | | |
d311 | Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom | | | | | | | |
d312 | Lead them, my God, to thee | | | | | | | |
d313 | Let all the heathen writers join | | | | | | | |
d314 | Let thy Spirit, blessed Savior, come | | | | | | | |
d315 | Let us gather up the sunbeams | | | | | | | |
d316 | Let us work for the school with our hearts | | | | | | | |
d317 | Lift him up, 'tis he that bids you | | | | | | | |
d318 | Lift up the trumpet, and loud let it ring | | | | | | | |
d319 | Light after darkness, gain after loss | | | | | | | |
d320 | Like as a father, pities his child | | | | | | | |
d321 | Linger no longer, mercy is waiting for thee | | | | | | | |
d322 | Little stars that twinkle | | | | | | | |
d323 | Lo he comes with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
d324 | Lonely, no not lonely, while Jesus stands | | | | | | | |
d325 | Long ago the children sang a song | | | | | | | |
d326 | Long upon the mountains weary | | | | | | | |
d327 | Look for the beautiful look for the true, sunshine and shadow | | | | | | | |
d328 | Look for the way marks | | | | | | | |
d329 | Look upon Jesus sinless is he | | | | | | | |
d330 | Look upon the golden image | | | | | | | |
d331 | Lord, dismiss us with Thy [your] blessing, Fill our | | | | | | | |
d332 | Lord, I care not for riches, neither silver nor gold | | | | | | | |
d333 | Lord, I hear of [that] [the] showers of blessing | | | | | | | |
d334 | Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high | | | | | | | |
d335 | Lord, thou callest for the workers | | | | | | | |
d336 | Lord, when through sin I wander | | | | | | | |
d337 | Love divine, all loves [love] excelling | | | | | | | |
d338 | Lovely this child, asleep in death | | | | | | | |
d339 | Majestic sweetness sits enthroned upon the Savior's brow | | | | | | | |
d340 | Maker of land and rolling sea | | | | | | | |
d341 | Master, hast thou work for me | | | | | | | |
d342 | Master, the tempest is raging | | | | | | | |
d343 | Meek and lowly, pure and holy | | | | | | | |
d344 | Meet again when time [life] is o'er | | | | | | | |
d345 | Mid [midst] scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
d346 | Moment by moment, hour by hour | | | | | | | |
d347 | More diligence give me | | | | | | | |
d348 | More like Jesus would I be | | | | | | | |
d349 | More love to thee, O Christ [God] | | | | | | | |
d350 | More of my Savior, says my soul | | | | | | | |
d351 | Mourn for the thousands slain | | | | | | | |
d352 | Must Jesus bear the [his] cross alone | | | | | | | |
d353 | My blest Redeemer and my Lord | | | | | | | |
d354 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
d355 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
d356 | My faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary | | | | | | | |
d357 | My Father is rich in houses and lands | | | | | | | |
d358 | My first thought shall be of Jesus | | | | | | | |
d359 | My God, how endless [lasting] is thy love | | | | | | | |
d360 | My heart's a tuneful harp when Christ abides within | | | | | | | |
d361 | My hope is built on nothing less than Jesus' blood and righteousness | | | | | | | |
d362 | My Jesus [Father] [Savior], as thou wilt | | | | | | | |
d363 | My Jesus [Savior], I love thee, I know thou art mine | | | | | | | |
d364 | My life flows [goes] on in [an] endless song | | | | | | | |
d365 | My life, my love I give to thee | | | | | | | |
d366 | My Maker and my King | | | | | | | |
d367 | My rest [home] is in heaven [Eden], my rest [home] is not here | | | | | | | |
d368 | My soul be on thy [your] guard | | | | | | | |
d369 | My soul in sad exile was out on life's sea | | | | | | | |
d370 | My spirit on Thy care, blest Savior, I recline | | | | | | | |
d371 | My times are in Thy hand, my God | | | | | | | |
d372 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
d373 | Never be afraid to speak for Jesus | | | | | | | |
d374 | No seas again shall sever | | | | | | | |
d375 | Not a wasted moment in the morning fair | | | | | | | |
d376 | Not all the blood of beast [beasts], On Jewish altars | | | | | | | |
d377 | Not I, but Christ, be honored, loved, exalted | | | | | | | |
d378 | Not in the hour of death, not when the pulse is low | | | | | | | |
d379 | Not now my child a little more tossing | | | | | | | |
d380 | Not what these hands have done can save | | | | | | | |
d381 | Nothing but leaves the spirit grieves | | | | | | | |
d382 | Now the day is over, Night is drawing nigh | | | | | | | |
d383 | O blessed peace, that floweth as a river | | | | | | | |
d384 | O blest are they who oft have said | | | | | | | |
d385 | O blest is he who can divine | | | | | | | |
d386 | O bliss of the purified [pure ones] | | | | | | | |
d387 | O Christ, with each returning morn | | | | | | | |
d388 | O Christian, awake, 'tis the Master's command | | | | | | | |
d389 | O comfort to the dreary | | | | | | | |
d390 | O could I find from day to day | | | | | | | |
d391 | O could I [we] speak the matchless worth | | | | | | | |
d392 | O could our thoughts and wishes fly | | | | | | | |
d393 | O day of rest [peace] and gladness | | | | | | | |
d394 | O Father, I have nought to plead | | | | | | | |
d395 | O Father, I have promised | | | | | | | |
d396 | O, for a [an] heart to praise [love] my God | | | | | | | |
d397 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
d398 | O, for a faith that will not shrink | | | | | | | |
d399 | O for a thousand tongues to sing my great [dear] Redeemer's praise | | | | | | | |
d400 | O for a thousand tongues to sing my great [dear] Redeemer's praise | | | | | | | |