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| d1 | A few more prayers, a few more tears | | | | | | | |
| d2 | All hail the friends we love so well, We joy once more to meet you | | | | | | | |
| d3 | Carol, sweetly carol, happy songs today | | | | | | | |
| d4 | Christ is risen from the dead | | | | | | | |
| d5 | Dark and sad the evening, When His foes prevailed | | | | | | | |
| d6 | Fade, fade, each [all] earthly joy | | | | | | | |
| d7 | Fresh from the throne of glory | | | | | | | |
| d8 | Great is Jehovah, King of kings | | | | | | | |
| d9 | Great Redeemer, blessed Savior | | | | | | | |
| d10 | Hark, what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
| d11 | Heavenly Father, grant thy blessing on the duties | | | | | | | |
| d12 | Here we suffer grief and pain; Here we meet to part again | | | | | | | |
| d13 | Holy angels in their flight traverse over earth and sky | | | | | | | |
| d14 | I hear the Savior say, thy strength indeed is small | | | | | | | |
| d15 | I love to think [sing] of heaven, where white robed angels are | | | | | | | |
| d16 | I want to be like Jesus, So lowly and so meek | | | | | | | |
| d17 | Jesus is all in all to me, Glory and grace in him I see | | | | | | | |
| d18 | Jesus, keep me near the cross | | | | | | | |
| d19 | Jesus, tender Savior, hast thou died for me | | | | | | | |
| d20 | Jesus the water of life will [shall] give | | | | | | | |
| d21 | Jesus, we love to meet On thy holy Sabbath day | | | | | | | |
| d22 | Joyful the message of gospel grace | | | | | | | |
| d23 | Land ahead, its fruits are waving | | | | | | | |
| d24 | March to battle field, March on with sword | | | | | | | |
| d25 | Mary to her [the] Savior's tomb | | | | | | | |
| d26 | My God, my Father [My God and Father], while [whilst] [though] I stray [pray] | | | | | | | |
| d27 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
| d28 | No cross, no crown, O blessed hope | | | | | | | |
| d29 | No cross, no crown, O blessed hope | | | | | | | |
| d30 | O be joyful all ye lands | | | | | | | |
| d31 | O we are the reapers that garner in the sheaves of the good | | | | | | | |
| d32 | Ringing, sweetly ringing, the cheerful Sabbath bells | | | | | | | |
| d33 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
| d34 | Savior, while my heart is tender, I would yield that heart to Thee | | | | | | | |
| d35 | Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing | | | | | | | |
| d36 | Sound the battle cry | | | | | | | |
| d37 | Stand up for Jesus, let not pride | | | | | | | |
| d38 | Stars all bright are beaming | | | | | | | |
| d39 | Sweet Sabbath school, more [most] dear to me | | | | | | | |
| d40 | The Lord my pasture shall prepare, and feed me with a shepherd's care | | | | | | | |
| d41 | The pleasures of the angel band | | | | | | | |
| d42 | There is a better world, they say | | | | | | | |
| d43 | There's a beautiful land of song | | | | | | | |
| d44 | There's beauty in the opening buds | | | | | | | |
| d45 | We are marching on with shield and banner | | | | | | | |
| d46 | We dwell this side of Jordan's stream | | | | | | | |
| d47 | We must never grow weary | | | | | | | |
| d48 | We shall meet beyond the river, bye and bye | | | | | | | |
| d49 | We sing of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
| d50 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
| d51 | What a strange and wondrous story | | | | | | | |
| d52 | When saints gather round thee dear Savior | | | | | | | |
| d53 | When to the house of God we go | | | | | | | |
| d54 | Who came from heaven to ransom me | | | | | | | |
| d55 | Work for the master calleth us today | | | | | | | |
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