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d1 | A charge to keep I have, A God to glorify | | | | | | | |
d2 | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? | | | | | | | |
d3 | Amen, Amen my soul replies | | | | | | | |
d4 | And let this feeble body fail | | | | | | | |
d5 | Around the throne of God in heaven, thousands | | | | | | | |
d6 | Beautiful Zion, built above; Beautiful city that I love | | | | | | | |
d7 | Bells do ring, birds do sing | | | | | | | |
d8 | Broad is the road [stream] that leads to death [wrath] | | | | | | | |
d9 | Children all with cheerfulness | | | | | | | |
d10 | Children, come, will you come | | | | | | | |
d11 | Come, all ye [you] wandering [mourning] [Christian], pilgrims dear | | | | | | | |
d12 | Come, holy spirit, heavenly | | | | | | | |
d13 | Come, saith [said] [says] Jesus' sacred voice | | | | | | | |
d14 | Come, schoolmates, don't grow [be] weary | | | | | | | |
d15 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
d16 | Come ye [you] sinners, poor and wretched [needy], Weak and wounded | | | | | | | |
d17 | Death has been here, and borne away A sister [brother] [scholar] from our side | | | | | | | |
d18 | Depart, ye cursed, down | | | | | | | |
d19 | Depth of mercy, can there be, Mercy still reserved for me? | | | | | | | |
d20 | Far out upon the prairie | | | | | | | |
d21 | From every stormy wind [sense] that blows | | | | | | | |
d22 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
d23 | From northern skies where quiver | | | | | | | |
d24 | From the far blue heaven, where the angels dwell | | | | | | | |
d25 | From whence doth [does] this [the] union arise | | | | | | | |
d26 | Hark, my soul, it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
d27 | Hark, the morning bells are ringing Children, haste without delay | | | | | | | |
d28 | Hark, the Sabbath school bell ringing | | | | | | | |
d29 | Haste [Hasten], [O] sinner [sinners] [now] to be wise | | | | | | | |
d30 | Hosanna, hosanna be the children's song | | | | | | | |
d31 | How happy are they, Who the [their] Savior [Jesus] obey | | | | | | | |
d32 | How happy [happy's] every child of grace, who [that] feels [knows] his sins forgiven | | | | | | | |
d33 | How often here I'm weary | | | | | | | |
d34 | How sweet is the Sabbath, the morning [season] of rest | | | | | | | |
d35 | How sweet is the Sabbath to me | | | | | | | |
d36 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
d37 | How tedious and tasteless [restless and tiresome] the hours | | | | | | | |
d38 | I heard the voice of Jesus say, come unto me and rest | | | | | | | |
d39 | I now have found abiding rest | | | | | | | |
d40 | I think, when I read that [the] sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
d41 | I want to join the ransomed | | | | | | | |
d42 | I'll awake at dawn on the Sabbath day | | | | | | | |
d43 | I'm a pilgrim and I'm a stranger, I can tarry | | | | | | | |
d44 | I'm but a stranger [traveler] here, heaven is my home | | | | | | | |
d45 | In seasons of grief to my God I'll repair | | | | | | | |
d46 | In the Christian's home in [of] glory | | | | | | | |
d47 | Is it true that I must lie in the graveyard | | | | | | | |
d48 | I've listed [enlisted] in the holy war | | | | | | | |
d49 | Jerusalem, my happy home | | | | | | | |
d50 | Jesus, let thy pitying eye | | | | | | | |
d51 | Just as I am, without one plea, But [Save] that thy blood | | | | | | | |
d52 | Lord, teach a sinful child to pray | | | | | | | |
d53 | Love the Savior, little children | | | | | | | |
d54 | My heavenly home is bright and fair nor pain nor death | | | | | | | |
d55 | My soul be on thy [your] guard | | | | | | | |
d56 | Nature gives no sorrow | | | | | | | |
d57 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
d58 | Now be the gospel banner | | | | | | | |
d59 | O, for a [an] heart to praise [love] my God | | | | | | | |
d60 | O happy day that fixed [seals] [stays] my choice | | | | | | | |
d61 | O say can you see by the dawn's early light | | | | | | | |
d62 | O 'tis a glorious mystery | | | | | | | |
d63 | O 'tis a lovely place indeed | | | | | | | |
d64 | Our happy home is far away | | | | | | | |
d65 | Out on an ocean all boundless we ride | | | | | | | |
d66 | Out on the prairie | | | | | | | |
d67 | Over the ocean wave, far, far away | | | | | | | |
d68 | Return, O wanderer, return [Return, return, now wanderer] | | | | | | | |
d69 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d70 | Savior, like a shepherd lead us | | | | | | | |
d71 | See love presiding o'er | | | | | | | |
d72 | Shall we meet beyond the river, where the surges | | | | | | | |
d73 | Shall we sing in heaven forever | | | | | | | |
d74 | Shout the tidings of salvation | | | | | | | |
d75 | Show pity Lord, O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
d76 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d77 | Tell me, brothers, will you meet me | | | | | | | |
d78 | The children are gathering from near and from far | | | | | | | |
d79 | The Sabbath school's a happy place | | | | | | | |
d80 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d81 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d82 | There's a light in the window for thee, brother | | | | | | | |
d83 | Thou Guardian of our youthful days | | | | | | | |
d84 | Through a strange country | | | | | | | |
d85 | Through every land there goeth | | | | | | | |
d86 | Through tribulation [tribulations] deep | | | | | | | |
d87 | Time speeds away, away, away | | | | | | | |
d88 | 'Tis religion that can give in the light | | | | | | | |
d89 | To our dear Sabbath [Sunday] school there ought | | | | | | | |
d90 | To the heavenly land, to the heavenly | | | | | | | |
d91 | Today a solemn stillness | | | | | | | |
d92 | Today the Savior calls, ye wanderers come | | | | | | | |
d93 | We are joyously voyaging | | | | | | | |
d94 | We are out on the ocean sailing | | | | | | | |
d95 | We are pilgrims on the earth, Journeying onward | | | | | | | |
d96 | We leave our homes with joyous | | | | | | | |
d97 | We'll gladly hail the happy day | | | | | | | |
d98 | What's this that steals, that steals upon my frame | | | | | | | |
d99 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d100 | When shall we meet again, Meet ne'er [more] to sever | | | | | | | |