# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | Life is the time to serve the Lord | | | | | | | |
d102 | Life let us cherish while yet the taper glows | | | | | | | |
d103 | Lift up your hearts, Immanuel's friends | | | | | | | |
d104 | Like Noah's weary dove that soared the earth around | | | | | | | |
d105 | Lo he comes with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
d106 | Lord of earth, thy forming [beauteous] [mighty] hand | | | | | | | |
d107 | Lord, we come before thee now | | | | | | | |
d108 | Lovely babe how brief thy stay | | | | | | | |
d109 | Mercy, O thou Son of David | | | | | | | |
d110 | Mid [midst] scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
d111 | Mine eyes are now closing to rest | | | | | | | |
d112 | Mortals, awake, with angels join | | | | | | | |
d113 | Mourner, wipe that weeping eye | | | | | | | |
d114 | My brethren, I have found a land | | | | | | | |
d115 | My buried friends, can I forget | | | | | | | |
d116 | My days are extinguished and gone | | | | | | | |
d117 | My God, I know, I feel thee mine | | | | | | | |
d118 | My God, my portion, and my love, my everlasting all. | | | | | | | |
d119 | My God, the spring of all my joys | | | | | | | |
d120 | My hope, my all, my Savior, Thou to thee | | | | | | | |
d121 | My rest [home] is in heaven [Eden], my rest [home] is not here | | | | | | | |
d122 | My soul's full of glory, inspiring [which fires] [it fires] my tongue | | | | | | | |
d123 | Now let our voices join | | | | | | | |
d124 | O for a breeze of heavenly love | | | | | | | |
d125 | O for a glance of heavenly day | | | | | | | |
d126 | O for a thousand tongues to sing my great [dear] Redeemer's praise | | | | | | | |
d127 | O Fountain of goodness, we render thee praise | | | | | | | |
d128 | O glorious hope of perfect [heavenly] love | | | | | | | |
d129 | O let the country be my home | | | | | | | |
d130 | O may I always feel | | | | | | | |
d131 | O say, can you see by the truth's holy light | | | | | | | |
d132 | O sing to me of heaven | | | | | | | |
d133 | O that I could look to thee | | | | | | | |
d134 | O that I had some humble [sacred] [secret] place | | | | | | | |
d135 | O thou dear suffering Son of God | | | | | | | |
d136 | O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight | | | | | | | |
d137 | O thou who diest the mourner's tear | | | | | | | |
d138 | O thou who hast led us so thus safely along | | | | | | | |
d139 | O what a lovely thing it is to learn to sing | | | | | | | |
d140 | O what a taste is this Which now in Christ we know | | | | | | | |
d141 | O when shall I [we] see Jesus and dwell [reign] with Him above | | | | | | | |
d142 | Of him who did salvation bring I could for ever think and sing | | | | | | | |
d143 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
d144 | Once more, my soul, the rising day salutes thy waking eyes | | | | | | | |
d145 | Once more the dawning light of day | | | | | | | |
d146 | Our bondage here [it] shall [will] end by and by | | | | | | | |
d147 | Our God ascends his lofty throne | | | | | | | |
d148 | Our souls by [in] love together knit [drawn] [joined] | | | | | | | |
d149 | Praise to God, immortal praise | | | | | | | |
d150 | Rejoice evermore with angels above | | | | | | | |
d151 | Rejoice, the Lord is King, Your God [Lord] and King adore | | | | | | | |
d152 | Religion is a glorious treasure | | | | | | | |
d153 | Remark my soul [with awe] the narrow bounds | | | | | | | |
d154 | Return, O wanderer, return [Return, return, now wanderer] | | | | | | | |
d155 | Review the palsied sinner's case | | | | | | | |
d156 | Salvation, O the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
d157 | See the Lord of glory dying | | | | | | | |
d158 | Since the Son hath made me free | | | | | | | |
d159 | Sinner [sinners], will you [ye] scorn [slight] the message | | | | | | | |
d160 | Soldiers of the cross, arise, lo, your Captain | | | | | | | |
d161 | Son of God thy blessing grant | | | | | | | |
d162 | Speed, speed the temperance ship | | | | | | | |
d163 | Stand up, and bless the Lord, ye people | | | | | | | |
d164 | Stay, thou insulted [long suffering] Spirit | | | | | | | |
d165 | Swell the anthem, raise the song | | | | | | | |
d166 | Take the pledge, take the pledge | | | | | | | |
d167 | Teach me, my God and King | | | | | | | |
d168 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
d169 | The chariot, the chariot, its wheels roll [in] fire | | | | | | | |
d170 | The day is near, the dreadful day | | | | | | | |
d171 | The judgment day is rolling on | | | | | | | |
d172 | The Lord Jehovah reigns, His throne is built on high | | | | | | | |
d173 | The Lord my Shepherd is, I shall be well supplied | | | | | | | |
d174 | The Lord of glory is my Light, And my | | | | | | | |
d175 | The night was dark and fearful | | | | | | | |
d176 | The pearl that [the] worldlings covet | | | | | | | |
d177 | The pity of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d178 | The praise of Zion waits for thee | | | | | | | |
d179 | The praying spirit breathe | | | | | | | |
d180 | The spacious firmament on high | | | | | | | |
d181 | The winter is over and gone the thrush whistles | | | | | | | |
d182 | Thee, King of saints, we praise For this our living bread | | | | | | | |
d183 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | | | |
d184 | There is a holy city, A happy world above | | | | | | | |
d185 | There is a land mine [my] eye [eyes] hath seen | | | | | | | |
d186 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d187 | There is a world we have not seen | | | | | | | |
d188 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
d189 | There's a Friend above all others, well deserves | | | | | | | |
d190 | Thine earthly Sabbath [Sabbaths], Lord we love | | | | | | | |
d191 | This is the feast of heavenly wine | | | | | | | |
d192 | This world is all a fleeting show | | | | | | | |
d193 | Thou art that Bread of life | | | | | | | |
d194 | Thou Shepherd of Isr'l, and mine [divine] | | | | | | | |
d195 | Though dwelling with strangers around | | | | | | | |
d196 | Through darksome paths and shades profound | | | | | | | |
d197 | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
d198 | Time is winging us away | | | | | | | |
d199 | 'Tis finished, done, the spirit is fled | | | | | | | |
d200 | To leave my dear friends, and with [from] my neighbors [kindred] to depart | | | | | | | |