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d1 | A soldier, Lord, Thou hast me made | | | | | | | |
d2 | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? | | | | | | | |
d3 | All who seek a throne of grace | | | | | | | |
d4 | And let this feeble body fail | | | | | | | |
d5 | Behold the glorious savior | | | | | | | |
d6 | Blessed Savior, callest [called] thou me | | | | | | | |
d7 | Children, children, keep the Lord in view | | | | | | | |
d8 | Come, all ye [you] wandering [mourning] [Christian], pilgrims dear | | | | | | | |
d9 | Come, ye [you] [we] that [who] love the Lord [Christ], And let your [our] joys | | | | | | | |
d10 | Dear brethren and sisters, we love one another | | | | | | | |
d11 | Go on ye [you] Pilgrims, while [here] below | | | | | | | |
d12 | God our Father loves us all | | | | | | | |
d13 | Great Sovereign, let my evening song | | | | | | | |
d14 | Hail the day so long expected, Hail the year | | | | | | | |
d15 | Hail ye sighing sons of sorrow | | | | | | | |
d16 | High on a hill [throne] of dazzling light | | | | | | | |
d17 | How can I sleep when angels sing | | | | | | | |
d18 | How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d19 | How tedious and tasteless [restless and tiresome] the hours | | | | | | | |
d20 | In early life, while infant years | | | | | | | |
d21 | In eighteen hundred and thirty-one | | | | | | | |
d22 | Inspire my heart, inflame my tongue | | | | | | | |
d23 | I've not received my call from man | | | | | | | |
d24 | Jesus loves his little flock | | | | | | | |
d25 | Lo the seal of death is breaking | | | | | | | |
d26 | Lord, haste soon the happy day | | | | | | | |
d27 | Lord, when together here we meet | | | | | | | |
d28 | My soul is full of glory, Inspiring my tongue | | | | | | | |
d29 | O breathe a reformation flame | | | | | | | |
d30 | O could I find a [an] humble place | | | | | | | |
d31 | O glorious hope of perfect [heavenly] love | | | | | | | |
d32 | O happy day when saints shall meet | | | | | | | |
d33 | O Lord, our languid souls inspire | | | | | | | |
d34 | O what amazing love it this, On earth I taste immortal bliss | | | | | | | |
d35 | O Zion arise like a beautiful morning | | | | | | | |
d36 | Of all religions that are found | | | | | | | |
d37 | Of pain and grief a mixture | | | | | | | |
d38 | On Horeb's rock the prophet stood | | | | | | | |
d39 | One evening, pensive as I lay | | | | | | | |
d40 | Religion is the fruitful plant | | | | | | | |
d41 | Tell me no more of earthly toys | | | | | | | |
d42 | The Lord that sits upon the throne | | | | | | | |
d43 | The one thing needful, that good part | | | | | | | |
d44 | The time is soon coming by the prophets foretold | | | | | | | |
d45 | The wondrous love of Jesus from doubts and fears it [he] frees us | | | | | | | |
d46 | Thou God of glorious majesty | | | | | | | |
d47 | To Jordan's river was the place | | | | | | | |
d48 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
d49 | We're blest with the good Shepherd | | | | | | | |
d50 | We're marching on the heavenly road | | | | | | | |
d51 | When all the mercies of my God | | | | | | | |
d52 | When weeping Mary came to seek | | | | | | | |
d53 | With home, friends and kindred | | | | | | | |
d54 | Ye happy souls, whose peaceful minds | | | | | | | |