# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d201 | O sometimes the shadows are deep | | | | | | | |
d202 | O [Sweet] land for [of] rest for thee I sigh | | | | | | | |
d203 | O that the Lord would guide my [our] ways | | | | | | | |
d204 | O the sweet old gospel story | | | | | | | |
d205 | O they tell me of a home far beyond the skies | | | | | | | |
d206 | O think of the home over there, By the side of the river | | | | | | | |
d207 | O Thou God of my salvation | | | | | | | |
d208 | O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight | | | | | | | |
d209 | O what amazing words of grace Are in the gospel found | | | | | | | |
d210 | O when shall I [we] see Jesus and dwell [reign] with Him above | | | | | | | |
d211 | O where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
d212 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
d213 | On the mountain [mountain's] top appearing | | | | | | | |
d214 | Once more before we part, O [we'll] bless the Savior's [Redeemer's] name | | | | | | | |
d215 | Once more we bow before our God; Once more his blessing we ask | | | | | | | |
d216 | Out in the cold world, away from God | | | | | | | |
d217 | Out of my guilt, I tried to pray | | | | | | | |
d218 | Over Jordan we shall meet | | | | | | | |
d219 | Pass me not, O gentle Savior | | | | | | | |
d220 | People of the living God! I have sought the world | | | | | | | |
d221 | Planted in Christ, the living vine | | | | | | | |
d222 | Poor and afflicted, Lord, are thine | | | | | | | |
d223 | Poor, weak, and worthless though I am | | | | | | | |
d224 | Praise God in the sky above | | | | | | | |
d225 | Praise ye the Lord, O praise Him every nation | | | | | | | |
d226 | Prayer is the soul's [heart's] [saint's] sincere desire | | | | | | | |
d227 | Prepare me gracious God to stand before thy face | | | | | | | |
d228 | Religion is the chief concern | | | | | | | |
d229 | Repeat the story o'er and o'er | | | | | | | |
d230 | Revive thy work, O Lord, Thy mighty arm make bare | | | | | | | |
d231 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d232 | Sadly we sing and with tremulous breath | | | | | | | |
d233 | Safe in the arms of Jesus, safe on his gentle breast | | | | | | | |
d234 | Salvation, O the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
d235 | Savior, like a shepherd lead us | | | | | | | |
d236 | Savior, more than life to me, I am clinging | | | | | | | |
d237 | Savior, visit Thy [our] plantation, grant us Lord, a gracious rain | | | | | | | |
d238 | Shall we gather at [by] the river, Where bright angel feet have trod | | | | | | | |
d239 | Shall we meet beyond the river, where the surges | | | | | | | |
d240 | Shed not a tear, o'er your friend's early bier | | | | | | | |
d241 | Show pity Lord, O Lord, forgive, let a repenting | | | | | | | |
d242 | Sing the wondrous love of Jesus, sing his mercy | | | | | | | |
d243 | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
d244 | Soft as the voice of an angel | | | | | | | |
d245 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d246 | Sweet rivers of redeeming love | | | | | | | |
d247 | Sweet to rejoice in lively hope | | | | | | | |
d248 | Sweetly, Lord, have we heard thee calling | | | | | | | |
d249 | Take my life, and let it be, consecrated | | | | | | | |
d250 | Take the name of Jesus with you, child of sorrow | | | | | | | |
d251 | Tempted and tried we're oft made to [we often do] wonder [wander] | | | | | | | |
d252 | That doleful [dreadful] night before his death | | | | | | | |
d253 | The burdens of life may be many | | | | | | | |
d254 | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
d255 | The good old way that leads to God | | | | | | | |
d256 | The great Physician now is near | | | | | | | |
d257 | The king of heaven his table spreads | | | | | | | |
d258 | The Lord has been so good to me | | | | | | | |
d259 | The Lord is risen indeed; He lives to die no more | | | | | | | |
d260 | The Lord of glory came to earth | | | | | | | |
d261 | The love of God, tender and sweet | | | | | | | |
d262 | The tender heart of Jesus | | | | | | | |
d263 | The voice of my beloved spake and sweetly said | | | | | | | |
d264 | The worth of truth no tongue can tell | | | | | | | |
d265 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d266 | There is a happy land, Bright, bright as day | | | | | | | |
d267 | There is a home of endless rest | | | | | | | |
d268 | There is a house not made with [by] hands, Eternal | | | | | | | |
d269 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d270 | There's a beautiful land far beyond the sky | | | | | | | |
d271 | There's a chamber so tranquil and sweet | | | | | | | |
d272 | There's a land that is fairer [brighter] than day | | | | | | | |
d273 | They crucified my Lord, laid him in the tomb | | | | | | | |
d274 | Thou art the Way, to thee alone | | | | | | | |
d275 | Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb | | | | | | | |
d276 | Thou my everlasting portion | | | | | | | |
d277 | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
d278 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
d279 | 'Tis Jesus I sing, and salvation by grace | | | | | | | |
d280 | 'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
d281 | 'Tis religion that can give sweetest pleasures | | | | | | | |
d282 | To Canaan's land I'm on my way | | | | | | | |
d283 | To us a Child of hope is born | | | | | | | |
d284 | 'Twas on that [a] dark, that [and] doleful [awful] [dreary] night [day] | | | | | | | |
d285 | Up to the bountiful [beautiful] Giver of life | | | | | | | |
d286 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d287 | We are a garden walled around | | | | | | | |
d288 | We are passing, swiftly passing | | | | | | | |
d289 | We read of a place that's called heaven | | | | | | | |
d290 | We read of a place where ransomed ones dwell | | | | | | | |
d291 | We seek a rest beyond [above] the skies | | | | | | | |
d292 | We shall sleep, but not forever | | | | | | | |
d293 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
d294 | We'll meet beyond the shores of time | | | | | | | |
d295 | Well wife, I've found the good old church | | | | | | | |
d296 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d297 | What mean this eager, anxious throng | | | | | | | |
d298 | What shall I render to my God | | | | | | | |
d299 | What wondrous love is this, O my soul | | | | | | | |
d300 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |