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d1 | A fearless, self-devoted band | | | | | | | |
d2 | Adieu, my dear brethren, adieu | | | | | | | |
d3 | Afflictions, though they seem severe | | | | | | | |
d4 | All the prophets of old of a Savior foretold | | | | | | | |
d5 | Almighty love inspire My heart [soul] with sacred fire [pure desire] | | | | | | | |
d6 | Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, That saved | | | | | | | |
d7 | An alien from God, and a stranger to grace | | | | | | | |
d8 | Arise and shine, O Zion fair | | | | | | | |
d9 | As Jacob was travelling and wearied by day | | | | | | | |
d10 | Awake, my soul, in [to] joyful [joyous] lays | | | | | | | |
d11 | Awaked by Sinai's awful sound | | | | | | | |
d12 | Begone, unbelief, [for] my [our] Savior is near | | | | | | | |
d13 | Brethren, see my Jesus coming | | | | | | | |
d14 | Brethren, while we sojourn here | | | | | | | |
d15 | Christian, thou art gone before us | | | | | | | |
d16 | Come, all ye sons of Zion | | | | | | | |
d17 | Come all ye young people of every nation | | | | | | | |
d18 | Come and taste along with me, consolation running free | | | | | | | |
d19 | Come and taste along with me, the weary pilgrims consolation | | | | | | | |
d20 | Come brethren and sisters, that [who] love my [our] dear Lord | | | | | | | |
d21 | Come, my brethren, let us try | | | | | | | |
d22 | Come, poor sinner, seek the Savior | | | | | | | |
d23 | Daniel's wisdom may I know, Stephen's faith | | | | | | | |
d24 | Dark and thorny [stormy] is the desert | | | | | | | |
d25 | Dear Christian friends, in bonds of love | | | | | | | |
d26 | Dear Christian friends, in bonds of love | | | | | | | |
d27 | Dearest Jesus, meek and mild | | | | | | | |
d28 | Don't you see my Jesus coming | | | | | | | |
d29 | Drooping saints no longer grieve, Heaven | | | | | | | |
d30 | Farewell, my [dear] brethren in the Lord | | | | | | | |
d31 | From all that's mortal, all that's vain | | | | | | | |
d32 | From whence doth [does] this [the] union arise | | | | | | | |
d33 | Glory to God that I have found | | | | | | | |
d34 | Hark, the heralds of salvation | | | | | | | |
d35 | Hear the royal proclamation, the glad tidings | | | | | | | |
d36 | Here o'er the earth as a stranger I roam | | | | | | | |
d37 | Hosanna to Jesus, I am filled with his praise | | | | | | | |
d38 | How happy is the man who has [hath] chosen wisdom's ways | | | | | | | |
d39 | How painfully pleasing the fond recollection Of youthful connections [emotions] | | | | | | | |
d40 | I came to the spot where the White Pilgrim lay | | | | | | | |
d41 | I would not live alway [always], I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
d42 | I'm glad I ever saw the day | | | | | | | |
d43 | I'm not ashamed to own my Lord, who lives by angels | | | | | | | |
d44 | I'm on my way to Canaan, I [I'll] bid this world farewell | | | | | | | |
d45 | In de dark wood, no Indian nigh | | | | | | | |
d46 | Let thy Kingdom, blessed Savior | | | | | | | |
d47 | Lift up your hearts, Immanuel's friends | | | | | | | |
d48 | Like a ship, see the church | | | | | | | |
d49 | Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high | | | | | | | |
d50 | My days, my [and] weeks, my [and] months, my [and] years | | | | | | | |
d51 | My soul is full of glory, Inspiring my tongue | | | | | | | |
d52 | O Camp of Isr'l now rejoice | | | | | | | |
d53 | O careless sinner [sinners], come, pray [and] now attend | | | | | | | |
d54 | O for a breeze of heavenly love | | | | | | | |
d55 | O hearken sinners, we have come [cause] to warn you of your danger | | | | | | | |
d56 | O may I worthy prove to see The saints in full prosperity | | | | | | | |
d57 | O mother, dry your tears and hear my story | | | | | | | |
d58 | O, this vain, inconstant state | | | | | | | |
d59 | O what amazing love it this, On earth I taste immortal bliss | | | | | | | |
d60 | O when shall I [we] see Jesus and dwell [reign] with Him above | | | | | | | |
d61 | Our Father, our Father in heaven | | | | | | | |
d62 | Our souls by [in] love together knit [drawn] [joined] | | | | | | | |
d63 | Parted many a toil spent year, Pledged in youth | | | | | | | |
d64 | Poor mourning souls, in deep distress | | | | | | | |
d65 | Rejoice, my friends, the Lord is King | | | | | | | |
d66 | Savior, visit Thy [our] plantation, grant us Lord, a gracious rain | | | | | | | |
d67 | See how the scriptures are fulfilling | | | | | | | |
d68 | See, the eternal Judge descending | | | | | | | |
d69 | Six days more are gone, have fled | | | | | | | |
d70 | Sweet rivers of redeeming love | | | | | | | |
d71 | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
d72 | The faithless world's promiscuous flow | | | | | | | |
d73 | The glorious day is drawing nigh | | | | | | | |
d74 | The old Isr'lites knew what it was that they must do | | | | | | | |
d75 | The people called Christians | | | | | | | |
d76 | The road to heaven by Christ was made | | | | | | | |
d77 | The Savior calls, let every ear attend | | | | | | | |
d78 | The Son of Man they did betray | | | | | | | |
d79 | The voice of free grace cries escape | | | | | | | |
d80 | There is a Heaven above the skies | | | | | | | |
d81 | There is a land of pleasure, Where streams of joy forever roll | | | | | | | |
d82 | They have gone to the land where the patriarchs rest | | | | | | | |
d83 | Thou soft [sweet] flowing [gliding] Kedron [Cedron], by thy silver [limpid] stream | | | | | | | |
d84 | Though in the outward, earthly church below | | | | | | | |
d85 | Through tribulation [tribulations] deep | | | | | | | |
d86 | To leave my dear friends, and with [from] my neighbors [kindred] to depart | | | | | | | |
d87 | Today if ye [you] will hear his voice | | | | | | | |
d88 | We're strangers in this world of woe | | | | | | | |
d89 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
d90 | What wondrous love is this, O my soul | | | | | | | |
d91 | What's this that steals, that steals upon my frame | | | | | | | |
d92 | When I set out for glory | | | | | | | |
d93 | When shall we three meet again | | | | | | | |
d94 | When sorrows encompass me round | | | | | | | |
d95 | When souls are first converted | | | | | | | |
d96 | When torn is the [thy] bosom by [with] sorrow [anguish] or [and] care | | | | | | | |
d97 | While the friends of our Jesus | | | | | | | |
d98 | Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger | | | | | | | |
d99 | With pleasure we behold Immanuel's offering come | | | | | | | |
d100 | Ye careless [carnal] professors, who rest on your lees | | | | | | | |