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Holy, holy, holy Lord God Almighty, 49
Holy Son of God most high, 114
Holy Spirit, source of gladness, 483
House of our God, with cheerful anthems ring, 397
How beauteous were the marks divine, 124
How blest the righteous when he dies, 350
How dear is the thought, that the angels of God, 355
How gentle God's commands, 258
How glad the tone when summer's sun, 394
How happy is be, born or taught, 279
How little of ourselves we know, 325
How long, O Lord, his brother's blood, 185
How shall we praise Thee, Lord of light, 25
How sweet, how calm, this Sabbath morn, 374
How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound, 119
Hush the loud cannon's roar, 184
I am free! I am free! I have broken away, 244
I cannot always trace the way, 74
If love the noblest, purest, best, 146
If on our daily course our mind, 304
In pleasant lands have fallen the lines, 433
In the broad fields of heaven, 413
In the cross of Christ we glory, 145
In the morning I will pray, 364
In the Saviour's hour of death, 134
In Thy courts let peace be found, 14
In time of tribulation, 548
In trouble and in grief, O God, 334
In vain we thus recall to mind, 149
I saw on earth another light, 91
Israel's shepherd, guide us, feed us, 58
Is there a lone and dreary hour, 266
Is this a fast for me, 387
I thirst! O grant th