# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | Sing to the Lord, let harp, and lute, and voice | | | | | | | |
d102 | Sing we the song of those who stand | | | | | | | |
d103 | Sit down and take thy fill of joy | | | | | | | |
d104 | Soon shall the trump of freedom | | | | | | | |
d105 | Stand up, my soul [our souls], shake off thy [your] fears | | | | | | | |
d106 | Steel me to shame, reproach, disgrace | | | | | | | |
d107 | The breaking waves dashed high | | | | | | | |
d108 | The God of glory sends his summons forth | | | | | | | |
d109 | The heart has tendrils like the vine | | | | | | | |
d110 | The hour of freedom, come it must | | | | | | | |
d111 | The kings of old have shrine and tomb | | | | | | | |
d112 | The Lord shall [will] come, the earth shall [will] quake | | | | | | | |
d113 | The memory of the faithful dead | | | | | | | |
d114 | The shades of night are flitting fast | | | | | | | |
d115 | The Son of God goes forth to war | | | | | | | |
d116 | The spirit of the dying Son | | | | | | | |
d117 | There are those who hate God's truth and laws | | | | | | | |
d118 | There is a plain above the skies | | | | | | | |
d119 | They ask me for some radiant lay | | | | | | | |
d120 | Things of high import sound I in thy ears | | | | | | | |
d121 | Think of our country's glory | | | | | | | |
d122 | Think of the slave in your hours of glee | | | | | | | |
d123 | Thou God, who hast since time began | | | | | | | |
d124 | Through all the three hilled city now | | | | | | | |
d125 | Thus saith the mercy [promise] of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d126 | Thy sparkling eye is full of light | | | | | | | |
d127 | 'Tis gone, that bright and orbed blaze | | | | | | | |
d128 | 'Tis the promise of Christ | | | | | | | |
d129 | To freedom's cause, the cause of truth | | | | | | | |
d130 | To thee, Almighty, gracious power | | | | | | | |
d131 | True power and pride and insolent thought | | | | | | | |
d132 | Watched by the world's malignant eye | | | | | | | |
d133 | We have a goodly clime | | | | | | | |
d134 | We see no more in thy pure skies | | | | | | | |
d135 | Weep, sons of freedom, your honor is low | | | | | | | |
d136 | What mean ye that ye bruise and bind | | | | | | | |
d137 | What means yon blaze on high | | | | | | | |
d138 | When injured Arfic's captive [captives] claim | | | | | | | |
d139 | Where is my fatherland | | | | | | | |
d140 | Where the wild Joliba | | | | | | | |
d141 | Wherewith shall I [we] approach the [thee] Lord | | | | | | | |
d142 | Who are the free, the sons of god | | | | | | | |
d143 | Who is thy neighbor, see him stand | | | | | | | |
d144 | Who shall inhabit in [on] thy hill | | | | | | | |
d145 | With thy pure dews and rains | | | | | | | |
d146 | Ye Christian kings and potentates | | | | | | | |
d147 | Ye who in bondage pine | | | | | | | |
d148 | Yes, rear thy guardian hero's form | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]