The Christian Lyre. Vol. II

#	Text	Tune
d1	A debtor to mercy alone
d2	Alas alas how blind I've been
d3	All glory and praise to the Ancient of Days
d4	Although the vine its fruit deny
d5	And can it be that I should gain [claim]
d6	And will the Lord thus condescend
d7	Arise, my soul, with rapture rise
d8	Blest Comforter divine, let [whose] rays
d9	Come, let us arise, and aim at the prize
d10	Come sinners attend and make no delay
d11	Come, ye [you] disconsolate, where'er ye [you] languish
d12	Down to the tomb our brother goes
d13	Draw nigh to us, Jehovah
d14	Earth, with her ten thousand flowers
d15	Father of mercies, when the day is dawning
d16	Fear ye, beneath the torturing power
d17	Few are our days, those few we dream away
d18	From every stormy wind [sense] that blows
d19	Glory to Jesus for his love
d20	Go to dark [sad] Gethsemane
d21	Go up with shouts of praise
d22	Great God, to thee my evening song
d23	Great God, what do I [we] see and hear
d24	Great Redeemer, Friend of sinners
d25	Hail, sacred season, peaceful day
d26	Hail, thou happy morn, so glorious
d27	Hark, the sounds of gladness
d28	Hark, what celestial notes
d29	Hither, ye faithful, haste with [in] songs of triumph
d30	How can I sleep when angels sing
d31	How lovely the place where the Savior appears
d32	How sweet to reflect on the [those] joys that await me [us]
d33	I have fought the good fight
d34	In form I long had [have] bowed the knee
d35	In sleep's serene oblivion laid
d36	Is there no hope, O sinner, pause
d37	Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave
d38	Jesus, thy love shall [can] we forget
d39	My Father, my God, I long for thy love
d40	My soul's full of glory, inspiring [which fires] [it fires] my tongue
d41	O give me, Lord, my sins to mourn
d42	O God of salvation, in mercy attend
d43	O let me see thy light
d44	On Thibet's snow capped mountains, O'er Afric's burning sand
d45	Our Captain leads us on
d46	Our souls by [in] love together knit [drawn] [joined]
d47	Praise to God, the great Creator, Bounteous
d48	Quiet Lord my froward heart
d49	Savior, canst Thou love a traitor?
d50	Savior, richest source of pleasure
d51	See, how many, lately bowing
d52	See the Lord of glory dying
d53	Since I've known a Savior's name
d54	Sing, sing his lofty praise
d55	Sinner [sinners], O why so thoughtless grown
d56	Sinners, behold that [the] downward road [path]
d57	Sweet as the Shepherd's tuneful reed
d58	Sweet Sabbath of the year
d59	Sweet to rejoice in lively hope
d60	Tempted, tossed, troubled spirit
d61	That we may walk with God
d62	The fields are all white and the harvest is near
d63	The Lord is our Shepherd, our Guardian and Guide
d64	There is a pure and [a] peaceful wave
d65	There is an hour of peaceful rest
d66	This world is all a fleeting show
d67	This world's not all a fleeting show
d68	Thou art gone to the grave but we will not deplore thee
d69	Thou who didst for Peter's faith
d70	Thou whose almighty word Chaos and darkness heard
d71	Through tribulation [tribulations] deep
d72	To thee in each [youth's] bright morning
d73	Wandering pilgrim [pilgrims], mourning Christian [Christians]
d74	We sinners void of good
d75	When earthly comforts die
d76	When restless on my bed I lie
d77	When the vale [veil] of death appears
d78	When through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming
d79	Whence those sounds symphonius
d80	Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger
d81	Worthy the Lamb of boundless sway
d82	Ye people away nor talk of delay