The Social Harp: Comprising the Richest Variety of Spiritual Songs ...

Editor: M. Bird, S. B. Howard
Publisher: Cumberland Presbyterian Board of Publication, Louisville, Ky., 1849
Denomination: Cumberland Presbyterian Church
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d301Thee we adore, eternal name, And humbly
d302There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins]
d303There is a house not made with [by] hands, Eternal
d304There is a land of pleasure, Where streams of joy forever roll
d305There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign
d306There is a place where my hope is [hopes are] stayed [staid]
d307There is a tear of sweet relief
d308There is a world we have not seen
d309There is an hour of peaceful rest
d310Thine earthly Sabbath [Sabbaths], Lord we love
d311Think of me when at the altar of prayer
d312This bark is all that's left me now
d313This morning let my praise arise
d314Thou art gone to the grave but we will not deplore thee
d315Thou that dost my life prolong
d316Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on
d317Thy heavenly Father kindly took
d318'Tis a point I long to know
d319'Tis finished, the conflict is past
d320'Tis religion that can give sweetest pleasures
d321To Jesus, the crown of my [our] hope
d322To leave my dear friends, and with [from] my neighbors [kindred] to depart
d323To praise the [thee] ever bounteous [beauteous] Lord
d324To thee, let my [our] first offering [offerings] rise
d325Today the Savior rose
d326'Twas on that [a] dark, that [and] doleful [awful] [dreary] night [day]
d327Upon a hill, a tree there stands
d328Vital spark of heavenly flame
d329Watchman, tell us of the night
d330We are traveling home to heaven above Will you go
d331We come with joy and gladness
d332We lift our hearts to thee, O [Our] [Thou] Day-Star
d333We who the slaves had been
d334Welcome, sweet day of rest
d335We're a happy band of children
d336What glory gilds the sacred page
d337What various hindrances we meet
d338What's this that steals, that steals upon my frame
d339When bending o'er the brink of life [death]
d340When blooming youth is [are] snatched [called] away
d341When daily I kneel down to pray
d342When for [the] eternal [heavenly] world [worlds] I [we] steer
d343When I can read my title clear
d344When I survey the wondrous cross
d345When I was young, of tender years
d346When I with pleasing wonder stand
d347When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain
d348When, O dear Jesus, when shall I [we]
d349When pulse beats low and cheeks grow pale
d350When shall we three meet again
d351When verdure clothes [robes] the fertile vale
d352Where do children love to go
d353Where is my [our] God, does he retire
d354Where two or three, with sweet accord
d355While in the tender years of youth
d356While with ceaseless [careless] course the sun
d357Whilst thee I seek, protecting power
d358Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger
d359Who will go to rear the standard
d360Why do we [ye] [you] mourn departing [departed] [for dying] friends
d361Why should we start and fear to die
d362Why sleep ye [we], my brethren; come, let us arise
d363Woe, woe to the sinner who lives in his sin
d364Ye angels, who stand round the throne
d365Ye falling leaves of autumn
d366Ye glittering toys of earth, adieu
d367Ye lovely bands of blooming youth
d368Yes, my native land, I love thee
d369Yes, there's one place like home
d370Yonder amazing sight I [we] see
d371Yonder comes an angel bright
d372Young people, all, attention give
d373Your slender boy his bark hath launched

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