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d1 | A mingled sound from Calvary I hear | | | | | | | |
d2 | A mourning class, a vacant seat | | | | | | | |
d3 | A song, a song of gladness | | | | | | | |
d4 | Again returns the day of holy rest | | | | | | | |
d5 | All the week we spend | | | | | | | |
d6 | Almighty Maker, God, How wondrous is thy name | | | | | | | |
d7 | Along the banks where Babel's current flows | | | | | | | |
d8 | An icy chillness o'er me steals | | | | | | | |
d9 | Another day of joy and praise | | | | | | | |
d10 | As flows the rapid river | | | | | | | |
d11 | As, in soft silence, vernal showers | | | | | | | |
d12 | At life's early morn | | | | | | | |
d13 | At the close of the day when the hamlet is still | | | | | | | |
d14 | Awake, my soul, in [to] joyful [joyous] lays | | | | | | | |
d15 | Be kind to thy father, for now he is old | | | | | | | |
d16 | Bless the Lord of life forever | | | | | | | |
d17 | Children of Zion, what harp notes are stealing | | | | | | | |
d18 | Come, children, come in early days | | | | | | | |
d19 | Come join our celebration | | | | | | | |
d20 | Come, let our voices join in one glad [joyful] song [songs] of praise | | | | | | | |
d21 | Come, let us ascend [attend], my companion and friend | | | | | | | |
d22 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
d23 | Come, Thou long expected Jesus | | | | | | | |
d24 | Come to the mercy seat, Come to the place | | | | | | | |
d25 | Come where our father lies low in the grave | | | | | | | |
d26 | Creation's God, with thought elate | | | | | | | |
d27 | Dark night away hath rolled | | | | | | | |
d28 | Eternal Spirit, Source of light | | | | | | | |
d29 | Fain, O my babe [child], I'd have thee know | | | | | | | |
d30 | Friends of freedom, swell the song | | | | | | | |
d31 | Glory to God on high | | | | | | | |
d32 | Go, when the morning shineth | | | | | | | |
d33 | Guardian of souls, throughout my days | | | | | | | |
d34 | Hail, lovely power, whose bosom heaves the sigh | | | | | | | |
d35 | Hail to the Lord's anointed | | | | | | | |
d36 | Hark, those happy voices saying Yet there's room | | | | | | | |
d37 | Hark, what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
d38 | How cheering the thought, that the spirits in bliiss | | | | | | | |
d39 | How happy are they, Who the [their] Savior [Jesus] obey | | | | | | | |
d40 | How oft on the ocean of life | | | | | | | |
d41 | How painfully pleasing the fond recollection Of youthful connections [emotions] | | | | | | | |
d42 | How pleasant thus to dwell below | | | | | | | |
d43 | How pleasant 'tis to see | | | | | | | |
d44 | How short and how fleeting the year | | | | | | | |
d45 | How sweet on thy bosom to rest | | | | | | | |
d46 | How sweet to reflect on the [those] joys that await me [us] | | | | | | | |
d47 | How sweetly on yon tranquil stream | | | | | | | |
d48 | I never was a favorite | | | | | | | |
d49 | I quit the world's fantastic joys | | | | | | | |
d50 | I would not live alway [always], I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
d51 | I'll awake at dawn on the Sabbath day | | | | | | | |
d52 | In search of enjoyment I wandered in vain | | | | | | | |
d53 | In the hour of keenest sorrow | | | | | | | |
d54 | Joyfully, joyfully, onward I [we] move | | | | | | | |
d55 | Let children learn to sing | | | | | | | |
d56 | Let the proud veil of darkness | | | | | | | |
d57 | Let worldly minds the world pursue | | | | | | | |
d58 | Lie up nearer, brother, nearer | | | | | | | |
d59 | Life is the time to serve the Lord | | | | | | | |
d60 | Lord, dismiss us with Thy [your] blessing, Fill our | | | | | | | |
d61 | Lord, grant me stronger faith | | | | | | | |
d62 | Lord, let our prayers to thee ascend | | | | | | | |
d63 | May the grace of Christ [God] our [the] Savior | | | | | | | |
d64 | My days of youth, though not from folly free | | | | | | | |
d65 | My faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary | | | | | | | |
d66 | My Father knows my feeble frame | | | | | | | |
d67 | My father raised his trembling hand | | | | | | | |
d68 | My soul before thee prostrate lies | | | | | | | |
d69 | My soul is not at rest | | | | | | | |
d70 | Now let our voices join | | | | | | | |
d71 | Now to heaven our prayer [prayers] [cry] ascending | | | | | | | |
d72 | O blest art thou whose steps may rove | | | | | | | |
d73 | O come, come away, the Sabbath morn is passing | | | | | | | |
d74 | O for the wings of the bright early morning | | | | | | | |
d75 | O pleasure, thy aspect is bright | | | | | | | |
d76 | O soft sleep the hills on their sunny repose | | | | | | | |
d77 | O sweet is the first breeze of morn | | | | | | | |
d78 | O tell me, thou life and delight of my soul | | | | | | | |
d79 | O tell me where the dove has [is] flown | | | | | | | |
d80 | O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight | | | | | | | |
d81 | O thou to whom the grateful song | | | | | | | |
d82 | O thou who hearest prayer | | | | | | | |
d83 | O weep for those that wept by Babel's stream | | | | | | | |
d84 | Oft in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain | | | | | | | |
d85 | Onward, onward, band victorious | | | | | | | |
d86 | Placed on the verge of youth, my mind | | | | | | | |
d87 | Rouse ye at the Savior's call | | | | | | | |
d88 | See, daylight is fading o'er earth [the earth] and o'er ocean | | | | | | | |
d89 | See the leaves around us [you] falling | | | | | | | |
d90 | Serene, I laid [lay] me down, beneath God's [his] guardian care | | | | | | | |
d91 | Sing, sing his lofty praise | | | | | | | |
d92 | Sinners are bending low at the throne | | | | | | | |
d93 | Soft be the gently breathing notes | | | | | | | |
d94 | Spirit, spirit, spirit, thy labor is o'er | | | | | | | |
d95 | Stand up, O ye heralds, your mission proclaim | | | | | | | |
d96 | Star of the morn, whose placid ray | | | | | | | |
d97 | Take heed, take heed | | | | | | | |
d98 | Tell me the tale of t he friends that you loved | | | | | | | |
d99 | Tell me, wanderer, wildly roving | | | | | | | |
d100 | Tell me, ye winged winds, that round my pathway roar | | | | | | | |