# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | Guide us, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
d102 | Hail, mighty Jesus, how divine | | | | | | | |
d103 | Hail, my ever blessed Jesus | | | | | | | |
d104 | Happy is he, whose early years [days] | | | | | | | |
d105 | Hark, from the tomb [tombs] a doleful [warning] [mournful] sound | | | | | | | |
d106 | Hark, the glad sound, the Savior comes | | | | | | | |
d107 | Hark, the jubilee is sounding | | | | | | | |
d108 | He dies, the friend of sinners dies | | | | | | | |
d109 | Hearts of stone, relent, relent | | | | | | | |
d110 | Hell, 'tis a word of dreadful sound | | | | | | | |
d111 | Here in the presence of our God | | | | | | | |
d112 | He's come, let every knee be bent | | | | | | | |
d113 | Holy God, and hast thou sent | | | | | | | |
d114 | How bright appears our morning star | | | | | | | |
d115 | How can I vent my grief | | | | | | | |
d116 | How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d117 | How happy are they, Who the [their] Savior [Jesus] obey | | | | | | | |
d118 | How happy [happy's] every child of grace, who [that] feels [knows] his sins forgiven | | | | | | | |
d119 | How lost was [is] my [our] condition | | | | | | | |
d120 | How much the hearts of those revive | | | | | | | |
d121 | How precious is the name, brethren sing | | | | | | | |
d122 | How sad our state [fate] by nature is | | | | | | | |
d123 | How sweet, how [and] heavenly is the sight | | | | | | | |
d124 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
d125 | How tedious and tasteless [restless and tiresome] the hours | | | | | | | |
d126 | I ask the gift of righteousness, The sin subduing power | | | | | | | |
d127 | I know that my Redeemer lives, and ever prays for me | | | | | | | |
d128 | I languish for a sight of him who reigns on high | | | | | | | |
d129 | I long to see the season [seasons] come when sinners | | | | | | | |
d130 | I'll go attempting prayer | | | | | | | |
d131 | I'm glad that I am [was] born to die, From grief and woe | | | | | | | |
d132 | In all my Lord's appointed ways | | | | | | | |
d133 | In evil long I took delight | | | | | | | |
d134 | In Jesus' name we come to thee | | | | | | | |
d135 | In thy great name, O Lord, we come | | | | | | | |
d136 | Indulgent God, to thee we pray | | | | | | | |
d137 | Indulgent Sovereign of the skies And wilt thou bow thy gracious ear | | | | | | | |
d138 | It shall be well, let sinners know, With those who love the Lord | | | | | | | |
d139 | I've found the pearl of greatest price, My heart | | | | | | | |
d140 | Jerusalem, my happy home, O how I long for thee | | | | | | | |
d141 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
d142 | Jesus, dear name, how sweet it [the] sound(s) | | | | | | | |
d143 | Jesus grant us all a blessing | | | | | | | |
d144 | Jesus great Healer of mankind | | | | | | | |
d145 | Jesus, great Shepherd of the [thy] sheep | | | | | | | |
d146 | Jesus, I love thy charming name | | | | | | | |
d147 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
d148 | Jesus, my life, thyself apply | | | | | | | |
d149 | Jesus, my Lord, to glory's gone | | | | | | | |
d150 | Jesus, my [mine] [our] all, to heaven is [has] gone | | | | | | | |
d151 | Jesus, my Savior and my Lord, To thee I lift | | | | | | | |
d152 | Jesus, Redeemer of mankind | | | | | | | |
d153 | Jesus, the Savior of my soul | | | | | | | |
d154 | Jesus, united by thy grace | | | | | | | |
d155 | Join all who love the Savior's name | | | | | | | |
d156 | Kindred in Christ, for his dear [name's] sake | | | | | | | |
d157 | Know, sinner, every one is free | | | | | | | |
d158 | Let every mortal ear attend | | | | | | | |
d159 | Let hypocrites attend | | | | | | | |
d160 | Let party names no more | | | | | | | |
d161 | Let thoughtless thousands [sinners] choose the road | | | | | | | |
d162 | Lift up your hearts, Immanuel's friends | | | | | | | |
d163 | Like Abraham, to a land unknown | | | | | | | |
d164 | Lo he comes with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
d165 | Lo on a narrow neck of land | | | | | | | |
d166 | Lo we see the sign appearing | | | | | | | |
d167 | Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye | | | | | | | |
d168 | Lord, at thy feet a [we] sinner [sinners] lie [lies] | | | | | | | |
d169 | Lord, at thy feet I prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
d170 | Lord, dismiss us with Thy [your] blessing, Fill our | | | | | | | |
d171 | Lord, I am thine, entirely thine, Purchased and saved by blood divine | | | | | | | |
d172 | Lord, in the morning I will send My prayer to reach thine ear; | | | | | | | |
d173 | Lord, in thy courts we now appear | | | | | | | |
d174 | Lord of the harvest, hear thy needy servants' cry | | | | | | | |
d175 | Lord, our ransomed souls adore thee | | | | | | | |
d176 | Lord, send thy servants forth, To call the Hebrews home | | | | | | | |
d177 | Lord, send thy word, and let it fly [run] | | | | | | | |
d178 | Lord, we adore thy matchless ways | | | | | | | |
d179 | Lord, we come before thee now | | | | | | | |
d180 | Lord, what a wretched land is this | | | | | | | |
d181 | Lord, when together here we meet | | | | | | | |
d182 | Lord, when we cast our eyes abroad | | | | | | | |
d183 | Lovers of pleasure more than God | | | | | | | |
d184 | Mercy, O thou Son of David | | | | | | | |
d185 | Mid [midst] scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
d186 | Millions there are on heathen ground | | | | | | | |
d187 | Mistaken souls, that [who] dream of heaven | | | | | | | |
d188 | My days, my [and] weeks, my [and] months, my [and] years | | | | | | | |
d189 | My drowsy powers, why sleep ye [you] so | | | | | | | |
d190 | My God, I know, I feel thee mine | | | | | | | |
d191 | My God, my life, my love, to thee, to thee I call | | | | | | | |
d192 | My God, permit my tongue this joy, to call thee mine | | | | | | | |
d193 | My God, the spring of all my joys | | | | | | | |
d194 | My life declines, my strength is gone | | | | | | | |
d195 | My lovely Jesus while on earth | | | | | | | |
d196 | My sorrows, like a flood | | | | | | | |
d197 | My soul be on thy [your] guard | | | | | | | |
d198 | My soul, thy minutes haste away | | | | | | | |
d199 | Not the best deeds that we have done | | | | | | | |
d200 | Now, ah, now I yield, I yield | | | | | | | |