# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | Come old [and] come young, and hear me relate | | | | | | | |
d102 | Come, saints, and sing in sweet accord | | | | | | | |
d103 | Come, search the Scriptures, saith the Lord, | | | | | | | |
d104 | Come sinners attend and make no delay | | | | | | | |
d105 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
d106 | Come, Thou long expected Jesus [Savior], Born to set thy people free | | | | | | | |
d107 | Come tune, ye saints, your noblest strains | | | | | | | |
d108 | Come, ye that fear [love] the Lord, and listen while I tell | | | | | | | |
d109 | Come, ye that love the Savior's name | | | | | | | |
d110 | Come, ye that [who] know and fear the Lord | | | | | | | |
d111 | Come ye who know the Savior's love | | | | | | | |
d112 | Come ye [you] sinners, poor and wretched [needy], Weak and wounded | | | | | | | |
d113 | Come, ye [you] that [who] know the Lord indeed | | | | | | | |
d114 | Come, ye [you] [we] that [who] love the Lord [Christ], And let your [our] joys | | | | | | | |
d115 | Compared with Christ, in all beside No comeliness I see | | | | | | | |
d116 | Courage, my soul, behold the prize | | | | | | | |
d117 | Cursed be the man for ever cursed | | | | | | | |
d118 | Daughters of Zion, come, behold | | | | | | | |
d119 | Dear Jesus, here comes, And knocks at Thy door | | | | | | | |
d120 | Dear Lord, though bitter is the cup | | | | | | | |
d121 | Dear Savior, make me wise to see my sin, and guilt, and remedy | | | | | | | |
d122 | Dear Savior we are thine, By everlasting | | | | | | | |
d123 | Dearest of all the names above, My Jesus and my God | | | | | | | |
d124 | Death may dissolve my body now, And bear my spirit home | | | | | | | |
d125 | Deep are the wounds which [that] sin has [hath] made | | | | | | | |
d126 | Deep in our hearts let us record The deeper sorrows of our Lord | | | | | | | |
d127 | Deep in the dust before thy throne | | | | | | | |
d128 | Depraved minds on ashes [trifles] feed | | | | | | | |
d129 | Dismiss us with Thy blessing, Lord, Help | | | | | | | |
d130 | Do not I love thee, O my Lord [God]? Behold my heart and see | | | | | | | |
d131 | Early, my God, without delay | | | | | | | |
d132 | Earth has engrossed my love too long | | | | | | | |
d133 | Election, 'tis a joyful sound | | | | | | | |
d134 | Encompassed with clouds of distress | | | | | | | |
d135 | Encouraged by thy word | | | | | | | |
d136 | Enslaved by sin and bound in chains | | | | | | | |
d137 | Ere the blue heavens were stretched abroad | | | | | | | |
d138 | Eternal Spirit, 'twas thy breath | | | | | | | |
d139 | Eternal Wisdom thee we praise | | | | | | | |
d140 | Exalted high at God's right hand | | | | | | | |
d141 | Expand, my soul, arise and sing | | | | | | | |
d142 | Faith adds new charms to earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
d143 | Faith is the brightest evidence | | | | | | | |
d144 | Faith, 'tis [is] a precious grace | | | | | | | |
d145 | Far beyond all comprehension | | | | | | | |
d146 | Far, far beyond these lower skies | | | | | | | |
d147 | Farewell, dear friends, I must be gone | | | | | | | |
d148 | Farewell, my [dear] brethren in the Lord | | | | | | | |
d149 | Father, how wide thy glory shines | | | | | | | |
d150 | Father, I long, I faint to see The place of thine abode | | | | | | | |
d151 | Father, I sing thy wondrous grace I bless my Savior's name | | | | | | | |
d152 | Father of mercies, in thy [your] word | | | | | | | |
d153 | Forever shall my song record | | | | | | | |
d154 | Forgiveness, 'tis [what] a joyful sound | | | | | | | |
d155 | From all that [who] dwell [dwells] below the [in earth and] skies | | | | | | | |
d156 | From all that's mortal, all that's vain | | | | | | | |
d157 | From deep distress and troubled thoughts | | | | | | | |
d158 | From every stormy wind [sense] that blows | | | | | | | |
d159 | From Jesse's Root, behold a Branch arise | | | | | | | |
d160 | From Sinai's mount to Zion's hill | | | | | | | |
d161 | From sin's dark, thorny maze | | | | | | | |
d162 | From the dear flock of Jesus' saints | | | | | | | |
d163 | From whence doth [does] this [the] union arise | | | | | | | |
d164 | From Zion, God declares | | | | | | | |
d165 | Give me the wings of faith to rise | | | | | | | |
d166 | Give us room that we may dwell | | | | | | | |
d167 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
d168 | Glory to God, who reigns above | | | | | | | |
d169 | Glory to thee, my [our] God [O Lord], this night [day] | | | | | | | |
d170 | Go, saith the voice of heavenly love | | | | | | | |
d171 | Go teach the [all] nations and baptize | | | | | | | |
d172 | God, in the gospel of his [the] Son | | | | | | | |
d173 | God, in the riches of his grace | | | | | | | |
d174 | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
d175 | God, my supporter and my hope | | | | | | | |
d176 | God with us, O glorious name, Let it shine | | | | | | | |
d177 | Grace, 'tis a charming [cheering] [joyful] [pleasing] sound | | | | | | | |
d178 | Great God, amid [amidst] the darksome night | | | | | | | |
d179 | Great God, how infinite art thou | | | | | | | |
d180 | Great God, I own thy sentence just | | | | | | | |
d181 | Great God of providence, thy ways | | | | | | | |
d182 | Great God, 'tis from thy sovereign grace | | | | | | | |
d183 | Great God, we in thy courts appear | | | | | | | |
d184 | Great King of glory and of grace | | | | | | | |
d185 | Great Light of life, thou nature's Lord | | | | | | | |
d186 | Great Rock, for weary sinners made | | | | | | | |
d187 | Great Salem's King, of old renowned | | | | | | | |
d188 | Great Source of all eternal grace | | | | | | | |
d189 | Great Sun of righteousness, arise | | | | | | | |
d190 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
d191 | Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews | | | | | | | |
d192 | Hail, mighty Jesus, how divine | | | | | | | |
d193 | Hail, sovereign love, that first began | | | | | | | |
d194 | Hail the blest morn when [see] the great Mediator | | | | | | | |
d195 | Happy the Church, thou [the] sacred place | | | | | | | |
d196 | Happy the heart where graces reign | | | | | | | |
d197 | Hark, from the tomb [tombs] a doleful [warning] [mournful] sound | | | | | | | |
d198 | Hark, my soul, it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
d199 | Hark, the glad sound, the Savior comes | | | | | | | |
d200 | Hark, the herald angels say | | | | | | | |