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d1 | A father is praying The Savior to hear | | | | | | | |
d2 | A home in heaven, what a joyful thought | | | | | | | |
d3 | A poor wayfaring man of grief Hath often crossed | | | | | | | |
d4 | Along the banks where Babel's current flows | | | | | | | |
d5 | As down a lone valley with cedars o'erspread | | | | | | | |
d6 | As down the calm river our light vessel glides | | | | | | | |
d7 | Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
d8 | Awake, my soul, in [to] joyful [joyous] lays | | | | | | | |
d9 | Blow ye [you] the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
d10 | Brightest and best of the sons [stars] of the morning | | | | | | | |
d11 | Come, let us anew our journey pursue, Roll round | | | | | | | |
d12 | Come, O thou traveller unknown | | | | | | | |
d13 | Daughter of Zion, awake from thy sadness | | | | | | | |
d14 | Do this, and remember the blood that was shed | | | | | | | |
d15 | Ere I sleep, for every favor | | | | | | | |
d16 | Far from mortal cares retreating | | | | | | | |
d17 | Farewell, farewell, farewell, my [dear] friends | | | | | | | |
d18 | Feed my lambs, how condescending | | | | | | | |
d19 | Friends of freedom, swell the song | | | | | | | |
d20 | Gentlest of all in realms above | | | | | | | |
d21 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
d22 | Glory to Jesus for his love | | | | | | | |
d23 | Hail, sovereign love, that first began | | | | | | | |
d24 | Hail the blest morn when [see] the great Mediator | | | | | | | |
d25 | Hark, from the tomb [tombs] a doleful [warning] [mournful] sound | | | | | | | |
d26 | Hark, my soul, it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
d27 | Hast thou heard of the land where no sorrow | | | | | | | |
d28 | Head of thy [the] church triumphant | | | | | | | |
d29 | High in yonder realms of light | | | | | | | |
d30 | Ho ye remnant oppressed scattered bruised | | | | | | | |
d31 | Home, Home, can I forget thee | | | | | | | |
d32 | How beauteous are their [his] feet | | | | | | | |
d33 | How blest are they who always keep | | | | | | | |
d34 | How calm and beautiful the morn | | | | | | | |
d35 | How happy that immortal mind Who rests | | | | | | | |
d36 | How long, O Lord our Savior | | | | | | | |
d37 | How pleased and blest was I | | | | | | | |
d38 | How sweet, how [and] heavenly is the sight | | | | | | | |
d39 | How sweet to bless the Lord | | | | | | | |
d40 | How sweet to reflect on the [those] joys that await me [us] | | | | | | | |
d41 | I came to the spot where the White Pilgrim lay | | | | | | | |
d42 | I have fought the good fight | | | | | | | |
d43 | I hear thee speak of the better land | | | | | | | |
d44 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
d45 | I'll forbid my vain aspiring | | | | | | | |
d46 | I'm a pilgrim and I'm a stranger, I can tarry | | | | | | | |
d47 | In time of fear, when trouble's near | | | | | | | |
d48 | Jerusalem, my happy home, name ever dear to me | | | | | | | |
d49 | Jesus drinks the bitter cup | | | | | | | |
d50 | Jesus, let thy pitying eye | | | | | | | |
d51 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
d52 | Jesus, my [mine] [our] all, to heaven is [has] gone | | | | | | | |
d53 | Let songs of praises fill the sky | | | | | | | |
d54 | Lo the heavens are breaking | | | | | | | |
d55 | Lord, dismiss us with Thy [your] blessing, Fill our | | | | | | | |
d56 | Loud let the gospel trumpet sound | | | | | | | |
d57 | Love and union, Zion's basis | | | | | | | |
d58 | Mary to her [the] Savior's tomb | | | | | | | |
d59 | My Christian friends in bonds of love, whose hearts | | | | | | | |
d60 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
d61 | My drowsy powers, why sleep ye [you] so | | | | | | | |
d62 | Now the winter has come | | | | | | | |
d63 | O choose the path of heavenly truth | | | | | | | |
d64 | O come, come away, from labor now reposing | | | | | | | |
d65 | O happy is the man [child] who [that] hears instruction's [religion's] [Messiah's] warning voice | | | | | | | |
d66 | O no, we cannot sing the songs made for Jehovah's Praise | | | | | | | |
d67 | O [Sweet] land for [of] rest for thee I sigh | | | | | | | |
d68 | O tell where you've laid him | | | | | | | |
d69 | O what is life, 'tis like a flower that blossoms and is gone | | | | | | | |
d70 | O when shall I [we] see Jesus and dwell [reign] with Him above | | | | | | | |
d71 | O you immortal throng of angels | | | | | | | |
d72 | Our bondage here [it] shall [will] end by and by | | | | | | | |
d73 | Our Father in heaven we hallow thy name | | | | | | | |
d74 | Pilgrim, the vision before thee is glorious | | | | | | | |
d75 | Praise the Lord, when blushing morning | | | | | | | |
d76 | Rejoice, rejoice, the promised time is coming | | | | | | | |
d77 | Rejoice, the Lord is King, Your God [Lord] and King adore | | | | | | | |
d78 | Salvation, O the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
d79 | Saw ye [you] my Savior, saw ye [you] my Savior | | | | | | | |
d80 | See where the rising sun | | | | | | | |
d81 | Shades of evening close not o'er us | | | | | | | |
d82 | Since Jesus freely [purely] did appear | | | | | | | |
d83 | Soon as breaks the dawn of day | | | | | | | |
d84 | Soon will the glorious morning dawn | | | | | | | |
d85 | Star of peace to wanderers weary [dreary] | | | | | | | |
d86 | Stay, father, stay, the night is wild | | | | | | | |
d87 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
d88 | That great, tremendous day's approaching | | | | | | | |
d89 | The Assyrian came down like the wolf | | | | | | | |
d90 | The breaking waves dashed high | | | | | | | |
d91 | The faithless world's promiscuous flow | | | | | | | |
d92 | The last lovely morning, all blooming and fair | | | | | | | |
d93 | The sun to the west has descended | | | | | | | |
d94 | The voice of free grace cries escape | | | | | | | |
d95 | The war in which the soldier fights | | | | | | | |
d96 | The year rolls round, and steals away | | | | | | | |
d97 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | | | |
d98 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d99 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
d100 | This life's a dream, an empty show | | | | | | | |