# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
100 | In evil long I took delight | | | | | | | |
101 | I'm glad that I am born to die | | | | | | | |
102 | In the house of king David a fountain did spring | | | | | | | |
103 | I love my blessed Saviour | | | | | | | |
104 | I'll go to Jesus, though my sins | | | | | | | |
105 | In all my Lord's appointed ways | | | | | | | |
106 | In ev'ry trouble sharp and strong | | | | | | | |
107 | If life's pleasures charm thee, give them not thy heart | | | | | | | |
108 | I long to see the season come | | | | | | | |
109 | I'm on the road to Canaan, I'll bid this world farewell | | | | | | | |
110 | I'll sing my Saviour's grace | | | | | | | |
111 | Infinite grief, amazing wo! | | | | | | | |
112 | I lay my body down to sleep | | | | | | | |
113 | I love the windows of thy grace | | | | | | | |
114 | Indulgent Father, by whose care | | | | | | | |
115 | It is the voice of love divine | | | | | | | |
116 | If Paul in Caesar's court must stand | | | | | | | |
117 | Jesus, at thy command | | | | | | | |
118 | Jerusalem, my happy home | | | | | | | |
119 | Jesus! and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
120 | Jesus, I love thy charming name | | | | | | | |
121 | Jesus, I throw my arms around | | | | | | | |
122 | Jesus, my all to heaven is gone | | | | | | | |
123 | Kindred, and friends, and native land | | | | | | | |
124 | Let us love, and sing, and wonder | | | | | | | |
125 | Lo! we see the sign appearing | | | | | | | |
126 | Lift your heads ye friends of Jesus | | | | | | | |
127 | Lift up your hearts, Immanuel's friends | | | | | | | |
128 | Laden with guilt, sinners, arise | | | | | | | |
129 | Lord, at thy feet in dust I lie | | | | | | | |
130 | "Mercy, O thou Son of David!" | | | | | | | |
131 | My span of life will soon be done | | | | | | | |
132 | My gracious Redeemer I love! | | | | | | | |
134a | Mary to her Saviour's tomb | | | | | | | |
134b | My hope, my all, my Saviour thou | | | | | | | |
136a | Majestic sweetness sits enthron'd | | | | | | | |
136b | My soul doth magnify the Lord | | | | | | | |
137 | My soul would fain indulge a hope | | | | | | | |
138 | My loving fellow travelers | | | | | | | |
139 | My God was with me all the night | | | | | | | |
140 | Now in a song of grateful praise | | | | | | | |
141 | Now let our souls, on wings sublime | | | | | | | |
142 | Now the shades of night are gone | | | | | | | |
143 | Now is the time, th'accepted hour | | | | | | | |
144 | Night and day I vent my sigh | | | | | | | |
147 | Not life, nor all the toys of art | | | | | | | |
148 | O God, my heart with love inflame | | | | | | | |
149 | O when shall I see Jesus | | | | | | | |
150 | O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight | | | | | | | |
151 | Oh, how I have long'd for the coming of God | | | | | | | |
152 | O Jesus, my Savior, to thee I submit | | | | | | | |
153 | Oh, give me, Lord, my sins to mourn | | | | | | | |
154 | O Jesus, my Savior, I know thou art mine | | | | | | | |
155 | O Zion, afflicted with wave upon wave | | | | | | | |
156 | O hearken! sinners we have cause | | | | | | | |
157 | O how charming, O how charming | | | | | | | |
158 | O there will be mourning | | | | | | | |
159 | O there will be praising | | | | | | | |
160 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
161 | O happy day, that fixed my choice | | | | | | | |
162 | O had I the wings of a dove | | | | | | | |
163 | O! happy day, when saints shall meet | | | | | | | |
164 | Our country is Immanuel's ground | | | | | | | |
165 | O that my load of sin were gone | | | | | | | |
166 | O What amazing words of grace | | | | | | | |
167 | One evening pensive as I lay | | | | | | | |
168 | Our journey is a thorny maze | | | | | | | |
169 | O! what madness! O! what folly | | | | | | | |
170a | O for a breeze of heavenly love | | | | | | | |
170b | Oh! why this disconsolate frame? | | | | | | | |
172 | O tell me no more | | | | | | | |
173 | Once more, my dear brethren, I'll bid you farewell | | | | | | | |
174a | Our conquering Lord | | | | | | | |
174b | Our souls by love together knit | | | | | | | |
175 | Oh whither shall a sinner flee | | | | | | | |
177 | O tempted Soul, to Christ draw near | | | | | | | |
178 | Praise the Saviour, ye who know him | | | | | | | |
179 | Prayer is the soul's sincere desire | | | | | | | |
180 | Prostrate, dear Jesus, at thy feet | | | | | | | |
181 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
182 | Remember, sinful youth, you must die! | | | | | | | |
183 | Rise my soul shake off thy fears | | | | | | | |
184 | Stop, poor sinner! stop and think | | | | | | | |
185 | Stop, poor sinners, and look yonder | | | | | | | |
186 | Sinner, hear the Saviour's call | | | | | | | |
187 | See, the eternal Judge descending | | | | | | | |
188 | Saw ye my Saviour! Saw ye my Saviour! | | | | | | | |
189 | Sweet rivers of redeeming love | | | | | | | |
190 | Sweet to rejoice in lively hope | | | | | | | |
191 | Sinners, will you scorn the message | | | | | | | |
192 | Say, sinner, hath a voice within | | | | | | | |
193 | Saviour richest source of pleasure | | | | | | | |
194 | Stand ye saints, and boldly march | | | | | | | |
195 | The Prodigal with streaming eyes | | | | | | | |
196 | This is the field, the world below | | | | | | | |
197 | The Christian has a faith divine | | | | | | | |
198 | The people called Christians, how many things they tell | | | | | | | |
199 | The Son of man they did betray | | | | | | | |
200 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
201 | The voice of Free Grace, cries escape to the mountain | | | | | | | |