# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | A charge to keep I have, A God to glorify | | | | | | | |
d2 | A few more days on earth to spend | | | | | | | |
d3 | A home in heaven, what a joyful thought | | | | | | | |
d4 | A little word in kindness said | | | | | | | |
d5 | A voice from the savage, a voice from the slave | | | | | | | |
d6 | A young rose, in the summer time | | | | | | | |
d7 | Accept our thanks for all your love | | | | | | | |
d8 | Afflictions, though they seem severe | | | | | | | |
d9 | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? | | | | | | | |
d10 | Alas how changed that lovely flower | | | | | | | |
d11 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
d12 | All's well with me, husband | | | | | | | |
d13 | Almighty Father, heavenly King | | | | | | | |
d14 | Almighty Sovereign of the skies | | | | | | | |
d15 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
d16 | Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, That saved | | | | | | | |
d17 | An alien from God, and a stranger to grace | | | | | | | |
d18 | And am I born to die | | | | | | | |
d19 | And let this feeble body fail | | | | | | | |
d20 | And must I be to judgment brought | | | | | | | |
d21 | And must this body die | | | | | | | |
d22 | And now, my soul another year | | | | | | | |
d23 | And will the Judge descend [ascend] | | | | | | | |
d24 | Another day is past, the hours | | | | | | | |
d25 | Another six days' work is done | | | | | | | |
d26 | Approach, my soul, the mercy seat | | | | | | | |
d27 | Arise, my soul, arise, shake off | | | | | | | |
d28 | Arise, my tenderest thoughts, arise | | | | | | | |
d29 | As on the cross the Savior hung | | | | | | | |
d30 | Assembled in our school once more | | | | | | | |
d31 | Attend, young friends, while [whilst] I relate | | | | | | | |
d32 | Awake my heart, arise my tongue | | | | | | | |
d33 | Awake my heart, my soul arise | | | | | | | |
d34 | Awake, my soul, and with the sun | | | | | | | |
d35 | Awake, my soul, in [to] joyful [joyous] lays | | | | | | | |
d36 | Away from his home and the friends of his youth | | | | | | | |
d37 | Behold how the Lord has girt on his sword | | | | | | | |
d38 | Behold, the leaves which fade and die | | | | | | | |
d39 | Behold the pilgrim as he dies | | | | | | | |
d40 | Behold the throne of grace | | | | | | | |
d41 | Behold with awful pomp | | | | | | | |
d42 | Beyond where Cedron's [Kedron's] waters flow | | | | | | | |
d43 | Blest be the tie that binds our hearts in Christian love | | | | | | | |
d44 | Blest morning, whose first, dawning [opening] rays [hour] [light] | | | | | | | |
d45 | Blow ye [you] the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
d46 | Brethren beloved for Jesus | | | | | | | |
d47 | Brethren, we have met to worship, and adore the Lord our God | | | | | | | |
d48 | Bright scenes of glory strike my sense | | | | | | | |
d49 | Burst, ye emerald [pearly] gates, and bring | | | | | | | |
d50 | By faith I view my Savior dying | | | | | | | |
d51 | Cheer up, for grief is of the night | | | | | | | |
d52 | Child of sorrow, child of care, murmur not | | | | | | | |
d53 | Children of the heavenly king as we journey | | | | | | | |
d54 | Children, to your Creator, God | | | | | | | |
d55 | Christ and his [the] cross is [are] all our [my] theme | | | | | | | |
d56 | Christian, see the orient morning | | | | | | | |
d57 | Come all who love to pray | | | | | | | |
d58 | Come all ye [you] saints of God | | | | | | | |
d59 | Come and taste along with me, consolation running free | | | | | | | |
d60 | Come away to the skies, my beloved, arise | | | | | | | |
d61 | Come brethren and sisters, that [who] love my [our] dear Lord | | | | | | | |
d62 | Come Christian brethren ere we part | | | | | | | |
d63 | Come dearest Lord, and bless this day | | | | | | | |
d64 | Come gracious Lord, descend and dwell | | | | | | | |
d65 | Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly dove, with all thy quickening powers | | | | | | | |
d66 | Come, humble sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
d67 | Come, let us anew our journey pursue, Roll round | | | | | | | |
d68 | Come, let us join our cheerful songs With angels round the throne | | | | | | | |
d69 | Come, let us join our friends above, who [that] have obtained the prize | | | | | | | |
d70 | Come, let us join with one [in sweet] accord | | | | | | | |
d71 | Come, let us now forget our mirth, And think that we must die | | | | | | | |
d72 | Come, my brethren, let us try | | | | | | | |
d73 | Come, my soul, thy suit prepare | | | | | | | |
d74 | Come, praying souls, rejoice | | | | | | | |
d75 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
d76 | Come, ye [you] disconsolate, where'er ye [you] languish | | | | | | | |
d77 | Come ye [you] sinners, poor and wretched [needy], Weak and wounded | | | | | | | |
d78 | Come, ye [you] [we] that [who] love the Lord [Christ], And let your [our] joys | | | | | | | |
d79 | Companion hail, again we meet | | | | | | | |
d80 | Creator of the universe, Thy heart-felt praise I sing | | | | | | | |
d81 | Dark brood the heavens o'er thee | | | | | | | |
d82 | Day of judgment, day of wonders | | | | | | | |
d83 | Dear Lord, attend my [our] prayer | | | | | | | |
d84 | Dear refuge of my [the] weary soul, On thee, when sorows rise | | | | | | | |
d85 | Death cannot make our souls afraid, If God be with us there | | | | | | | |
d86 | Death, 'tis a melancholy day To those that have no God | | | | | | | |
d87 | Dismiss us with Thy blessing, Lord, Help | | | | | | | |
d88 | Do not I love thee, O my Lord [God]? Behold my heart and see | | | | | | | |
d89 | Don't talk about sorrowing here below | | | | | | | |
d90 | Dread Sovereign, let my evening song | | | | | | | |
d91 | Drooping souls no longer grieve, Heaven | | | | | | | |
d92 | Early, my God, without delay | | | | | | | |
d93 | Earth has engrossed my love too long | | | | | | | |
d94 | Fades the lovely blooming flower | | | | | | | |
d95 | Far, far away in India | | | | | | | |
d96 | Far, far from home, the rising waves | | | | | | | |
d97 | Far from affliction, toil and care | | | | | | | |
d98 | Far from my thoughts, vain world, be gone | | | | | | | |
d99 | Far from the [these] narrow [gloomy] scenes of night [life] | | | | | | | |
d100 | Far from the utmost verge of day | | | | | | | |