# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
201 | Great God, to Thee, with cheerful songs | | | | | | | |
202 | Great God, to thee my evening song | | | | | | | |
203 | Great Author of each perfect gift | | | | | | | |
204 | Great God, our voice to thee we raise | | | | | | | |
205 | Great God, to thee a youthful band | | | | | | | |
206 | Great God, what do I [we] see and hear | | | | | | | |
207 | Great God, whom heaven, and earth, and sea | | | | | | | |
208 | Great God, with heart and tongue | | | | | | | |
209 | Great Ruler of all nature's frame | | | | | | | |
210 | Great Ruler of the earth and skies | | | | | | | |
211 | Great God, my Maker and my King | | | | | | | |
212 | Great Lord of all thy churches, hear | | | | | | | |
213 | Great God, where'er we pitch our tent | | | | | | | |
214 | Great God, we sing that mighty hand | | | | | | | |
215 | Great God of wonders all thy ways | | | | | | | |
216 | Great God, this sacred day of thine | | | | | | | |
217 | Great God of glory show thy face | | | | | | | |
218 | Hail the day that sees him rise | | | | | | | |
219 | Hail, everlasting Spring | | | | | | | |
220 | Hail, everlasting Prince of Peace | | | | | | | |
221 | Hail, mighty Jesus, how divine | | | | | | | |
222 | Hail, thou once despised Jesus | | | | | | | |
223 | Hail, to the sovereign power which broke | | | | | | | |
224 | Happiness, thou lovely name | | | | | | | |
225 | Happy the man, who finds the grace | | | | | | | |
226 | Happy the men, whose bliss supreme | | | | | | | |
227 | Hark, the herald angels sing, glory to the newborn King | | | | | | | |
228 | Hark, the song of jubilee | | | | | | | |
229 | Hark, what mean those lamentations | | | | | | | |
230 | Hark, my soul, it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
231 | Hark, what sounds salute our ears | | | | | | | |
232 | Hark! how the distant nations sing | | | | | | | |
233 | Hark! a voice, it cries from heaven | | | | | | | |
234 | Hark! hark! what news the Angels bring! | | | | | | | |
235 | Hark! a cry among the nations | | | | | | | |
236 | Hark, what triumphant strains are these | | | | | | | |
237 | Hast thou not said, almighty God | | | | | | | |
238 | Haste [Hasten], [O] sinner [sinners] [now] to be wise | | | | | | | |
239 | Haste, my spirit, fly away | | | | | | | |
240 | He lives, the [that] great Redeemer [Creator] lives | | | | | | | |
241 | Hear, gracious God [Lord], my humble moan [prayer] | | | | | | | |
242 | Heaven is a place of rest from sin | | | | | | | |
243 | Hear, Lord, the song [voice] of praise and prayer | | | | | | | |
244 | Help, Lord, to whom for help I fly | | | | | | | |
245 | Heavenly Spirit, may each heart | | | | | | | |
246 | Hear, gracious Sovereign, from thy throne | | | | | | | |
247 | Hear, Savior, from thy glorious throne | | | | | | | |
248 | Help us, with hearts unfeigned | | | | | | | |
249 | High let us swell [raise] our tuneful notes | | | | | | | |
250 | High on a [the] throne of light, O Lord | | | | | | | |
251 | Holy Ghost, dispel [disperse] our sadness | | | | | | | |
252 | Hosanna to our conquering King, The prince of darkness flies | | | | | | | |
253 | How happy is the pilgrim's lot | | | | | | | |
254 | How tedious and tasteless [restless and tiresome] the hours | | | | | | | |
255 | How welcome to the saints [soul] [when] pressed | | | | | | | |
256 | How are thy servants blest, O Lord [God] | | | | | | | |
257 | How long shall earth's alluring toys | | | | | | | |
258 | How sweet to leave the world awhile | | | | | | | |
259 | How oft, alas, this [our] wretched [sinful] [wicked] heart | | | | | | | |
260 | How precious is the book divine | | | | | | | |
261 | How lost was [is] my [our] condition | | | | | | | |
262 | How blest the sacred tie that binds | | | | | | | |
263 | How sweet, how [and] heavenly is the sight | | | | | | | |
264 | How many things combine to show | | | | | | | |
265 | How sad and awful [dreadful] is my state | | | | | | | |
266 | How much the hearts of those revive | | | | | | | |
267 | How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
268 | How long beneath the law I lay | | | | | | | |
269 | How hast thou, Lord, from year to year | | | | | | | |
270 | How pleasing is thy [the] voice | | | | | | | |
271 | How swiftly the torrent rolls | | | | | | | |
272 | How helpless guilty [fallen] nature lies | | | | | | | |
273 | How blest is he, whom God forgives | | | | | | | |
274 | How blest the righteous when he dies | | | | | | | |
275 | How bright the glorious spirits shine | | | | | | | |
276 | I asked the Lord that I might grow | | | | | | | |
277 | I and my house will serve the Lord, But first obedient to his word | | | | | | | |
278 | I cannot shun the stroke of death | | | | | | | |
279 | If, through unruffled seas, Toward heaven we calmly sail | | | | | | | |
280 | If wordly thoughts so much employ | | | | | | | |
281 | If death my [our] friend [friends] and me [us] divide | | | | | | | |
282 | If 'tis sweet to mingle where | | | | | | | |
283 | I give immortal praise, To God the Father's love | | | | | | | |
284 | I hear a sound that comes from far | | | | | | | |
285 | I love my Shepherd's voice | | | | | | | |
286 | I my Ebenezer raise | | | | | | | |
287 | In God's own house, by silent night | | | | | | | |
288 | In loud exalted strains | | | | | | | |
289 | In thy presence we appear | | | | | | | |
290 | In thy name, O Lord, assembling We, thy people, now draw near | | | | | | | |
291 | In vain we seek for peace with God By methods of our own | | | | | | | |
292 | In all my [our] [thy] ways, O God [Lord] I would acknowledge thee | | | | | | | |
293 | In duties and in sufferings too | | | | | | | |
294 | In mercy, Lord, remember me | | | | | | | |
295 | In sleep's serene oblivion laid | | | | | | | |
296 | In vain my [the] fancy strives to paint The moment after death | | | | | | | |
297 | In form I long had [have] bowed the knee | | | | | | | |
298 | In my Lord's appointed ways | | | | | | | |
299 | In evil long I took delight | | | | | | | |
300 | In sin by blinded passions led | | | | | | | |