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d1 | Abide with me, fast falls the eventide | | | | | | | |
d2 | Across yon river's shining waves | | | | | | | |
d3 | Again there dawns the natal day | | | | | | | |
d4 | All are architects of fate | | | | | | | |
d5 | All around us, fair with flowers | | | | | | | |
d6 | All hail the Truth, behold, he comes | | | | | | | |
d7 | All hail to the light, the pure beaming light | | | | | | | |
d8 | All nature speaks, let men give ear | | | | | | | |
d9 | All this night bright angels sing | | | | | | | |
d10 | And over his furrowed fields | | | | | | | |
d11 | Angels come ye in the light | | | | | | | |
d12 | Another friend has passed away | | | | | | | |
d13 | Arouse, ye liberal souls | | | | | | | |
d14 | As brethren here again we meet | | | | | | | |
d15 | As the sweet bird that sings | | | | | | | |
d16 | As you travel over life's weary way | | | | | | | |
d17 | Be thyself, a nobler gospel | | | | | | | |
d18 | Blest be the tie that binds our hearts in Christian love | | | | | | | |
d19 | Blest is the man, whose softening [generous] heart | | | | | | | |
d20 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
d21 | Come and sing of life's great object | | | | | | | |
d22 | Come, friends and brethren, all unite | | | | | | | |
d23 | Come, gentle spirits, to us now | | | | | | | |
d24 | Come let us join in cheerful song | | | | | | | |
d25 | Come let us raise to heaven our songs | | | | | | | |
d26 | Come sound the praise of truth's fair name | | | | | | | |
d27 | Come, ye spirits true and faithful | | | | | | | |
d28 | Eternal Father, by whose hand | | | | | | | |
d29 | Eternal Presence, life divine | | | | | | | |
d30 | Every step the way thou goest | | | | | | | |
d31 | For the future [are we] [we are] building | | | | | | | |
d32 | Friends and comrades, hear the signal | | | | | | | |
d33 | Friends of freedom, ye who stand | | | | | | | |
d34 | Gently fall [falls] the dew [dews] of eve | | | | | | | |
d35 | Glad voices let us raise | | | | | | | |
d36 | God of the granite and the rose | | | | | | | |
d37 | Hark, through nature's vast cathedral | | | | | | | |
d38 | Have you heard the golden city | | | | | | | |
d39 | He liveth long who liveth well | | | | | | | |
d40 | Holy ministers of light | | | | | | | |
d41 | Honor those whose hands are sowing | | | | | | | |
d42 | Hours here together spent | | | | | | | |
d43 | How cheering the thought, that the angels of God | | | | | | | |
d44 | How to be happy, Go ask the flower | | | | | | | |
d45 | I love the sunshine everywhere | | | | | | | |
d46 | I try to count the blessings | | | | | | | |
d47 | I will sing you a song of that [a] [the] beautiful | | | | | | | |
d48 | If thou hast apprehended well | | | | | | | |
d49 | If we knew the secret sorrows | | | | | | | |
d50 | In the dark hour of peril | | | | | | | |
d51 | In the moments when life's shadows | | | | | | | |
d52 | In the silence of the midnight | | | | | | | |
d53 | I've reached the land of corn and wine | | | | | | | |
d54 | Joy to the world, the darkness flies | | | | | | | |
d55 | Joyfully, joyfully, onward I [we] move | | | | | | | |
d56 | Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom | | | | | | | |
d57 | Let pure love for one another | | | | | | | |
d58 | Let such as feel oppression's load [rod] | | | | | | | |
d59 | Let such as make the truth their choice | | | | | | | |
d60 | Let truth alone prevail | | | | | | | |
d61 | Let us gather up the sunbeams | | | | | | | |
d62 | Live for something be not idle | | | | | | | |
d63 | Make use of me, my God | | | | | | | |
d64 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
d65 | My latest sun is sinking fast, My race is nearly run | | | | | | | |
d66 | Nature, grandest theme of all | | | | | | | |
d67 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
d68 | Not he that counts my errors | | | | | | | |
d69 | Now let all the earth rejoice | | | | | | | |
d70 | Now let our thoughts uplifted be | | | | | | | |
d71 | O come, come away, from error now oppressing | | | | | | | |
d72 | O home of love we sing of thee | | | | | | | |
d73 | O how sweet it is to think | | | | | | | |
d74 | O sometimes gleams upon our [my] sight | | | | | | | |
d75 | O soul, begin thy mighty quest | | | | | | | |
d76 | O think of the homes round us | | | | | | | |
d77 | O thou to whom in ancient time | | | | | | | |
d78 | O yet we trust that somehow good | | | | | | | |
d79 | One [A] sweetly [sweet] solemn thought comes to me o'er and o'er | | | | | | | |
d80 | One by one, the sands are flowing | | | | | | | |
d81 | Only waiting till the shadows | | | | | | | |
d82 | Peace to the man, wise, just, and good | | | | | | | |
d83 | Pleasant is life, and sweet the light | | | | | | | |
d84 | Praise to thee, all bounteous nature | | | | | | | |
d85 | Reason, the friend of human kind | | | | | | | |
d86 | Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky | | | | | | | |
d87 | Say not, it matters not to me | | | | | | | |
d88 | Say not they die those martyr souls | | | | | | | |
d89 | Scatter the germs of the beautiful | | | | | | | |
d90 | Scorn not the slightest word or deed | | | | | | | |
d91 | Shine out, ye twinkling stars of night | | | | | | | |
d92 | Shout the glorious tidings, angels come today | | | | | | | |
d93 | Sit not idly, with hands folded | | | | | | | |
d94 | Sitting in my silent chamber | | | | | | | |
d95 | Soft and low those angel voices | | | | | | | |
d96 | Soft flowing river, star lighted stream | | | | | | | |
d97 | Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness | | | | | | | |
d98 | Speak gently, it is better far | | | | | | | |
d99 | Speak not a word that ever may wound | | | | | | | |
d100 | Stand for the right, though falsehood rail | | | | | | | |