# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
d102 | From whence doth [does] this [the] union arise | | | | | | | |
d103 | Gently, Lord, O gently lead us | | | | | | | |
d104 | Give me the wings of faith to rise | | | | | | | |
d105 | Glory to thee, my [our] God [O Lord], this night [day] | | | | | | | |
d106 | Go preach my gospel, saith the [my] Lord | | | | | | | |
d107 | God forbid that I should glory | | | | | | | |
d108 | God is the refuge of his saints | | | | | | | |
d109 | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
d110 | God, my supporter and my hope | | | | | | | |
d111 | God of eternity, from thee | | | | | | | |
d112 | God of mercy, hear our prayer | | | | | | | |
d113 | God of the morning, at whose [thy] voice | | | | | | | |
d114 | Grace, 'tis a charming [cheering] [joyful] [pleasing] sound | | | | | | | |
d115 | Gracious Savior, we adore thee | | | | | | | |
d116 | Gracious Spirit, Love divine | | | | | | | |
d117 | Great God, attend, while Zion sings [children sing] [here we sing] | | | | | | | |
d118 | Great God indulge my humble claim | | | | | | | |
d119 | Great God, to thee my evening song | | | | | | | |
d120 | Great God, we in thy courts appear | | | | | | | |
d121 | Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews | | | | | | | |
d122 | Hail, sovereign love, that first began | | | | | | | |
d123 | Hail, sweetest, dearest, tie that binds | | | | | | | |
d124 | Hail the blest morn when [see] the great Mediator | | | | | | | |
d125 | Hail, ye days of solemn meeting | | | | | | | |
d126 | Hark, from the tomb [tombs] a doleful [warning] [mournful] sound | | | | | | | |
d127 | Hark, sinner, while God from on high doth entreat thee And warnings with accents of mercy doth blend | | | | | | | |
d128 | Hark, ten thousand harps and voices | | | | | | | |
d129 | Hark, the glad sound, the Savior comes | | | | | | | |
d130 | Haste [Hasten], [O] sinner [sinners] [now] to be wise | | | | | | | |
d131 | Have mercy, Lord, on me, As thou wert [you are] ever kind | | | | | | | |
d132 | He dies, the friend of sinners dies | | | | | | | |
d133 | He lives, the [that] great Redeemer [Creator] lives | | | | | | | |
d134 | Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims | | | | | | | |
d135 | Here at the early noon of life | | | | | | | |
d136 | Here at thy cross, my dying God | | | | | | | |
d137 | Here at thy table, Lord, we meet to feed | | | | | | | |
d138 | Hither, ye faithful, haste with [in] songs of triumph | | | | | | | |
d139 | Holy Bible, book divine, Precious treasure, thou art mine | | | | | | | |
d140 | Holy Source of consolation | | | | | | | |
d141 | Holy Spirit from on high | | | | | | | |
d142 | How are thy servants blest, O Lord [God] | | | | | | | |
d143 | How beauteous are their [his] feet | | | | | | | |
d144 | How blest the righteous when he dies | | | | | | | |
d145 | How blest the sacred tie that binds | | | | | | | |
d146 | How can I sink with such a prop | | | | | | | |
d147 | How can we see the children, Lord | | | | | | | |
d148 | How charming is the place | | | | | | | |
d149 | How condescending, and how kind | | | | | | | |
d150 | How did my heart rejoice to hear | | | | | | | |
d151 | How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d152 | How happy are they, Who the [their] Savior [Jesus] obey | | | | | | | |
d153 | How happy [happy's] every child of grace, who [that] feels [knows] his sins forgiven | | | | | | | |
d154 | How lost was [is] my [our] condition | | | | | | | |
d155 | How oft, alas, this [our] wretched [sinful] [wicked] heart | | | | | | | |
d156 | How oft have [hath] sin and Satan [nature] strove [striven] | | | | | | | |
d157 | How painfully pleasing the fond recollection Of youthful connections [emotions] | | | | | | | |
d158 | How pleasant, how [and] divinely fair | | | | | | | |
d159 | How pleased and blest was I | | | | | | | |
d160 | How precious is the book divine | | | | | | | |
d161 | How rest the saints in Christ, who sleep | | | | | | | |
d162 | How sad to return to the home where light-hearted | | | | | | | |
d163 | How short and hasty is our life | | | | | | | |
d164 | How sweet and awful [holy] [sacred] is the place | | | | | | | |
d165 | How sweet, how [and] heavenly is the sight | | | | | | | |
d166 | How sweet the melting lay | | | | | | | |
d167 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
d168 | How sweet to leave the world awhile | | | | | | | |
d169 | How sweet to reflect on the [those] joys that await me [us] | | | | | | | |
d170 | How swift, alas, the moments fly | | | | | | | |
d171 | How tedious and tasteless [restless and tiresome] the hours | | | | | | | |
d172 | How tender is thy hand | | | | | | | |
d173 | How vain are all things here below | | | | | | | |
d174 | Humble souls, who [that] seek salvation | | | | | | | |
d175 | I hear the voice of singing | | | | | | | |
d176 | I love thy kingdom, Lord | | | | | | | |
d177 | I love to rise at early day | | | | | | | |
d178 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
d179 | I saw one hanging on a [the] tree | | | | | | | |
d180 | I think not of the starry crown | | | | | | | |
d181 | I would not have life's pathway smooth | | | | | | | |
d182 | I would not live alway [always], I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
d183 | If human kindness meets return | | | | | | | |
d184 | If worklings ask the reason why | | | | | | | |
d185 | I'll praise my Maker with my [while I've] [whilst I've] breath | | | | | | | |
d186 | I'm not ashamed to own my [the] Lord | | | | | | | |
d187 | In all my Lord's appointed ways | | | | | | | |
d188 | In all my [our] [thy] ways, O God [Lord] I would acknowledge thee | | | | | | | |
d189 | In duties and in sufferings too | | | | | | | |
d190 | In the cross of Christ I [we] glory, towering | | | | | | | |
d191 | In this calm impressive hour | | | | | | | |
d192 | In thy great name, O Lord, we come | | | | | | | |
d193 | Indulgent Father, by whose care | | | | | | | |
d194 | Is this the kind return | | | | | | | |
d195 | Jerusalem, my happy home, name ever dear to me | | | | | | | |
d196 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
d197 | Jesus, I love thy charming name | | | | | | | |
d198 | Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave | | | | | | | |
d199 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
d200 | Jesus, my [mine] [our] all, to heaven is [has] gone | | | | | | | |