# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | In evil long I took delight | | | | | | | |
d102 | In Jordan's tide [waves] the Baptist [prophet] stands | | | | | | | |
d103 | In vain men talk of living faith | | | | | | | |
d104 | I've found the pearl of greatest price, My heart | | | | | | | |
d105 | I've listed [enlisted] in the holy war | | | | | | | |
d106 | Jerusalem, my happy home | | | | | | | |
d107 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
d108 | Jesus drinks the bitter cup | | | | | | | |
d109 | Jesus grant us all a blessing | | | | | | | |
d110 | Jesus, I love thy charming name | | | | | | | |
d111 | Jesus invites his saints | | | | | | | |
d112 | Jesus, let thy pitying eye | | | | | | | |
d113 | Jesus, mighty King in [of] Zion | | | | | | | |
d114 | Jesus, my [mine] [our] all, to heaven is [has] gone | | | | | | | |
d115 | Let all our tongues be one | | | | | | | |
d116 | Let us ask the important question | | | | | | | |
d117 | Lo he comes with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
d118 | Lo he cometh countless trumpets | | | | | | | |
d119 | Lord, at thy table I [we] behold The wonders of thy grace | | | | | | | |
d120 | Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
d121 | Lord, thou wilt hear me when I pray | | | | | | | |
d122 | Lord, when together here we meet | | | | | | | |
d123 | Love divine, all loves [love] excelling | | | | | | | |
d124 | Luke warm souls, the foe grows stronger | | | | | | | |
d125 | Man in his first creation | | | | | | | |
d126 | My God, how perfect are thy ways | | | | | | | |
d127 | My God, my heart with love inflame | | | | | | | |
d128 | My God was with me all this [the] night | | | | | | | |
d129 | My sorrows, like a flood | | | | | | | |
d130 | My soul with Zion claims salvation | | | | | | | |
d131 | Now begin the heavenly theme | | | | | | | |
d132 | Now from the altar of my heart [our hearts] | | | | | | | |
d133 | Now once day more of life is gone | | | | | | | |
d134 | O, blessed estate of the dead | | | | | | | |
d135 | O come, my heart, and let us take | | | | | | | |
d136 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
d137 | O for a glance of heavenly day | | | | | | | |
d138 | O for a thousand tongues to sing my great [dear] Redeemer's praise | | | | | | | |
d139 | O glorious hope of perfect [heavenly] love | | | | | | | |
d140 | O hasten, Lord, the happy day | | | | | | | |
d141 | O Jesus, my Savior, to Thee I submit | | | | | | | |
d142 | O Lord of hosts, my God and King | | | | | | | |
d143 | O may I worthy prove to see The saints in full prosperity | | | | | | | |
d144 | O my Lord, I've often mused | | | | | | | |
d145 | O sinners, fly to Jesus' arms | | | | | | | |
d146 | O tell me no more of this [the] world's vain [vain world's] store | | | | | | | |
d147 | O that I had a bosom friend | | | | | | | |
d148 | O that I knew the secret place | | | | | | | |
d149 | O thou God of my salvation | | | | | | | |
d150 | O when shall I [we] see Jesus and dwell [reign] with Him above | | | | | | | |
d151 | O [When] thou my righteous Judge shall [shalt] come | | | | | | | |
d152 | Of all the joys we mortals [which creatures] know | | | | | | | |
d153 | Of him who did salvation bring I could for ever think and sing | | | | | | | |
d154 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
d155 | Once in this world I wandered forth | | | | | | | |
d156 | Once more before we part, O [we'll] bless the Savior's [Redeemer's] name | | | | | | | |
d157 | Once more we bow before our God; Once more his blessing we ask | | | | | | | |
d158 | Physician of my [the] sin sick soul | | | | | | | |
d159 | Poor sinners, little do they think | | | | | | | |
d160 | Poor, weak, and worthless though I am | | | | | | | |
d161 | Prayer is [was] appointed to convey | | | | | | | |
d162 | Quite weary near to faint | | | | | | | |
d163 | Rejoice, believer [believers], in the Lord | | | | | | | |
d164 | Religion is the chief concern | | | | | | | |
d165 | Repent, the voice celestial cries | | | | | | | |
d166 | Repent, ye sons of men, repent | | | | | | | |
d167 | Repentance is a gift bestowed | | | | | | | |
d168 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
d169 | Salvation O melodious sound | | | | | | | |
d170 | Saved by grace I live to tell | | | | | | | |
d171 | Savior, I do feel Thy merit, sprinkled with redeeming blood | | | | | | | |
d172 | Sinner, art thou [are you] still secure [sincere] | | | | | | | |
d173 | Sinner [sinners], hear the [thy] Savior's call | | | | | | | |
d174 | Sinner, that slumberest on the brink | | | | | | | |
d175 | Sinners, lift up your hearts | | | | | | | |
d176 | Sinners, obey the gospel word | | | | | | | |
d177 | So fair a face bedewed with tears | | | | | | | |
d178 | Still out of the deepest abyss | | | | | | | |
d179 | Stop, poor sinner [sinners], stop and think | | | | | | | |
d180 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
d181 | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
d182 | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
d183 | The devil can self denial use | | | | | | | |
d184 | The great Redeemer we adore | | | | | | | |
d185 | The king of heaven his table spreads | | | | | | | |
d186 | The Lord into his garden comes | | | | | | | |
d187 | The Lord will happiness divine on contrite hearts bestow | | | | | | | |
d188 | The mighty God will not despise | | | | | | | |
d189 | The name of Christ, how sweet it sounds | | | | | | | |
d190 | The Son of Man they did betray | | | | | | | |
d191 | The soul [souls] that would to Jesus press | | | | | | | |
d192 | The time draws nigh when you and I are to be separated | | | | | | | |
d193 | The trumpet of God is sounding abroad | | | | | | | |
d194 | The veil of night is now withdrawn | | | | | | | |
d195 | The voice of free grace cries escape | | | | | | | |
d196 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d197 | There is a heaven beyond the skies | | | | | | | |
d198 | There is a holy city | | | | | | | |
d199 | There is a land of pleasure, Where streams of joy forever roll | | | | | | | |
d200 | This is the day the Lord hath [has] made, He calls | | | | | | | |