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d1 | A year has gone, we come again | | | | | | | |
d2 | All greet thee dulcet harbinger | | | | | | | |
d3 | Beloved Savior, Lord and God | | | | | | | |
d4 | Bright is the morning of the day of jubilee | | | | | | | |
d5 | Bring the good old bugle, boys | | | | | | | |
d6 | Children sing in happy measure | | | | | | | |
d7 | Consider how the lillies grow, They labor not | | | | | | | |
d8 | Dawn on our vision, O city of light | | | | | | | |
d9 | Don't you see the blue clouds | | | | | | | |
d10 | Down by the dancing billows | | | | | | | |
d11 | Down the bay, far away | | | | | | | |
d12 | Four weary years of toil and blood | | | | | | | |
d13 | Freddie came down from a chestnut tree | | | | | | | |
d14 | From the shining morning land | | | | | | | |
d15 | Have your efforts proved in vain | | | | | | | |
d16 | How lovely is the deep blue sky | | | | | | | |
d17 | I wandered just at even | | | | | | | |
d18 | In a neat little cot on the green | | | | | | | |
d19 | My Father and my Savior from fields of heavenly light | | | | | | | |
d20 | Nay, speak no ill, a kindly word | | | | | | | |
d21 | Nicodemus, the slave was of African birth | | | | | | | |
d22 | Now that the daylight fills the sky | | | | | | | |
d23 | O little Nell, little Nell | | | | | | | |
d24 | O Lord, how happy should [would] we [I] be | | | | | | | |
d25 | Onward, still onward, the pathway is straight | | | | | | | |
d26 | Rejoice today with one accord | | | | | | | |
d27 | Rest of the weary, joy of [to] the sad [soul] | | | | | | | |
d28 | See, the sun is peeping | | | | | | | |
d29 | Seek the tender Shepherd | | | | | | | |
d30 | Shine forth, O Sun of boundless love | | | | | | | |
d31 | Spring has come, spring has come | | | | | | | |
d32 | Spring is coming, coming, coming | | | | | | | |
d33 | Temperance men have battled long | | | | | | | |
d34 | The banners of peace are unfurled | | | | | | | |
d35 | The laughing brook hath a song | | | | | | | |
d36 | Thou city of the angels | | | | | | | |
d37 | Though the pennies seem but trifles | | | | | | | |
d38 | Time is not alone a reaper | | | | | | | |
d39 | Times flies, they say, it flies | | | | | | | |
d40 | Tinkle, tinkle, silver clear | | | | | | | |
d41 | We shall live beyond the river | | | | | | | |
d42 | We sit where the firelight is shining | | | | | | | |
d43 | We will go down among the meadows | | | | | | | |
d44 | When Jesus was an infant | | | | | | | |
d45 | When we pass through yonder river | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]