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d1 | A charge to keep I have, A God to glorify | | | | | | | |
d2 | A home in heaven, what a joyful thought | | | | | | | |
d3 | A story most lovely I'll tell | | | | | | | |
d4 | Afflictions, though they seem severe | | | | | | | |
d5 | Again the Lord of life and light | | | | | | | |
d6 | Alas how poor and little worth | | | | | | | |
d7 | All glorious God, what hymns of praise | | | | | | | |
d8 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
d9 | Almighty God, eternal Lord, Thy gracious power | | | | | | | |
d10 | Along the banks where Babel's current flows | | | | | | | |
d11 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
d12 | Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, That saved | | | | | | | |
d13 | And am I born to die | | | | | | | |
d14 | And let this feeble body fail | | | | | | | |
d15 | And must I be to judgment brought | | | | | | | |
d16 | And must this body die | | | | | | | |
d17 | Angel [Angels], roll the rock [stone] away | | | | | | | |
d18 | Angels from the realms of glory | | | | | | | |
d19 | Another six days' work is done | | | | | | | |
d20 | Arm of the Lord, awake, awake, put on thy strength | | | | | | | |
d21 | As on the cross the Savior hung | | | | | | | |
d22 | Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
d23 | Attend, young friends, while [whilst] I relate | | | | | | | |
d24 | Awake, and sing the song of Moses and the Lamb | | | | | | | |
d25 | Awake, Jerusalem, awake | | | | | | | |
d26 | Awake, my soul, in [to] joyful [joyous] lays | | | | | | | |
d27 | Awake the trumpet's lofty sound | | | | | | | |
d28 | Awake, ye saints, to praise your King | | | | | | | |
d29 | Awaked by Sinai's awful sound | | | | | | | |
d30 | Away from home, away from friends | | | | | | | |
d31 | Away my unbelieving fear | | | | | | | |
d32 | Away with our sorrow and fear | | | | | | | |
d33 | Away with your slumbers, the bright morning skies | | | | | | | |
d34 | Before Jehovah's awful throne | | | | | | | |
d35 | Before the rosy dawn of day | | | | | | | |
d36 | Begin, my soul, the exalted lay | | | | | | | |
d37 | Behold how the Lord has girt on his sword | | | | | | | |
d38 | Behold the lofty sky | | | | | | | |
d39 | Behold the morning sun | | | | | | | |
d40 | Behold what wondrous grace | | | | | | | |
d41 | Bless, O my [each] soul, the living God | | | | | | | |
d42 | Blest are the sons of peace | | | | | | | |
d43 | Blest be the tie that binds our hearts in Christian love | | | | | | | |
d44 | Blest is the man, whose tender care | | | | | | | |
d45 | Blow ye [you] the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
d46 | Bright glories rush upon my sight | | | | | | | |
d47 | Broad is the road [stream] that leads to death [wrath] | | | | | | | |
d48 | Burst, ye emerald [pearly] gates, and bring | | | | | | | |
d49 | Cease, ye [you] mourners, cease to languish | | | | | | | |
d50 | Christian brethren, ere we part | | | | | | | |
d51 | Come all who love my Lord and Master; and like old David | | | | | | | |
d52 | Come all ye [you] young people of every relation | | | | | | | |
d53 | Come and taste along with me, consolation running free | | | | | | | |
d54 | Come away to the skies, my beloved, arise | | | | | | | |
d55 | Come Christians, be valiant, our Jesus is near | | | | | | | |
d56 | Come, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove | | | | | | | |
d57 | Come, Holy Spirit, come; Let thy bright beams divine | | | | | | | |
d58 | Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly dove, with all thy quickening powers | | | | | | | |
d59 | Come, humble sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
d60 | Come, let us anew our journey pursue | | | | | | | |
d61 | Come, let us join our friends above, who [that] have obtained the prize | | | | | | | |
d62 | Come, little children, now we [you] may partake | | | | | | | |
d63 | Come, my soul, and let us try, For a little season | | | | | | | |
d64 | Come, O thou traveller unknown | | | | | | | |
d65 | Come, saints, let us join in the praise of the Lamb | | | | | | | |
d66 | Come, saith [said] [says] Jesus' sacred voice | | | | | | | |
d67 | Come sinners to the gospel feast | | | | | | | |
d68 | Come sound his praise [name] abroad, And hymns | | | | | | | |
d69 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
d70 | Come weary soul [souls] with sin [sins] distressed | | | | | | | |
d71 | Come, ye that love the Savior's name | | | | | | | |
d72 | Come, ye [you] disconsolate, where'er ye [you] languish | | | | | | | |
d73 | Come, ye [you] [we] that [who] love the Lord [Christ], And let your [our] joys | | | | | | | |
d74 | Dark and thorny [stormy] is the desert | | | | | | | |
d75 | Dark was the night, and cold the ground | | | | | | | |
d76 | Dear friends [brothers] [brethren], farewell, I do you tell | | | | | | | |
d77 | Death shall not destroy my comfort [comforts], Christ shall guide me through the gloom | | | | | | | |
d78 | Death, 'tis a melancholy day To those that have no God | | | | | | | |
d79 | Do not I love thee, O my Lord [God]? Behold my heart and see | | | | | | | |
d80 | Draw nigh to us, Jehovah | | | | | | | |
d81 | Early, my God, without delay | | | | | | | |
d82 | Earth has engrossed my love too long | | | | | | | |
d83 | Eternal Truth hath said | | | | | | | |
d84 | Faith is the Christian's prop | | | | | | | |
d85 | Far from the world, O Lord, I [I'd] [we] flee | | | | | | | |
d86 | Farewell, brother, deep and lowly | | | | | | | |
d87 | Father, I stretch my hand [hands] to thee | | | | | | | |
d88 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
d89 | Father, who in the olive shade | | | | | | | |
d90 | Forever with the Lord [our God], amen, so let it be | | | | | | | |
d91 | Friendship to every willing mind | | | | | | | |
d92 | From all that [who] dwell [dwells] below the [in earth and] skies | | | | | | | |
d93 | From every stormy wind [sense] that blows | | | | | | | |
d94 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
d95 | From the cross uplifted high | | | | | | | |
d96 | From whence doth [does] this [the] union arise | | | | | | | |
d97 | Give me the wings of faith to rise | | | | | | | |
d98 | Give thanks to God most high | | | | | | | |
d99 | Give to the winds thy [your] fears | | | | | | | |
d100 | Glory to God on high, Our peace is made with heaven | | | | | | | |