| How happy is the pilgrim’s lot, | 15 |
| Hail to the Lord’s anointed, | 21 |
| How sweet to reflect on those joys that await me, | 28 |
| Hark, the warlike clarion, | 45 |
| Hark, my soul, it is the Lord, | 50 |
| How beauteous are their feet, | 61 |
| He comes, he comes, the Judge severe, | 78 |
| How happy are the little flock, | 88 |
| Hark! that shout of rapturous joy, | 92 |
| Hark! the song of jubilee, | 97 |
| Holy Bible, book divine, | 103 |
| Hail, sacred truth, whose piercing rays, | 105 |
| How precious is the book divine, | 107 |
| Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims, | 115 |
| How long shall death the tyrant reign, | 117 |
| Hark! a voice divides the sky, | 126 |
| How pleasant ‘t is to see, | 131 |
