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101 | And are we yet alive | | | | | | | |
102 | Rejoice, ye Saints of latter days | | | | | | | |
103 | Beloved brethren, sing his praise | | | | | | | |
104 | With all my powers of heart and tongue | | | | | | | |
105 | Praise ye the Lord, my heart shall join | | | | | | | |
106 | Begin my tongue the heavenly theme | | | | | | | |
107 | This God is the God we adore | | | | | | | |
108 | With Isr'l's God who can compare | | | | | | | |
109 | My God I am thine, what a comfort divine | | | | | | | |
110 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
111 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
112 | When the great Judge supreme and just | | | | | | | |
113 | We're not ashamed to own our Lord | | | | | | | |
114 | Thy goodness, Lord, how great | | | | | | | |
115 | Great God indulge my humble claim | | | | | | | |
116 | He lives, the everlasting God | | | | | | | |
117 | What though no flowers the fig tree clothe | | | | | | | |
118 | How happy are they | | | | | | | |
119 | And did my Savior die | | | | | | | |
120 | Awake, ye saints of God, awake | | | | | | | |
121 | How will the saints rejoice to tell | | | | | | | |
122 | Hear what God the Lord has spoken | | | | | | | |
123 | Call Jehovah thy salvation | | | | | | | |
124 | Amazing grace, how sweet the sound | | | | | | | |
125 | Redeemer of Isr'l, our only delight | | | | | | | |
126 | The great and glorious gospel light | | | | | | | |
127 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
128 | How often in sweet meditation my mind | | | | | | | |
129 | O'er the gloomy hills of darkness | | | | | | | |
130 | Go, ye messengers of glory | | | | | | | |
131 | Though now the nations sit beneath | | | | | | | |
132 | Go, ye messengers of heaven | | | | | | | |
133 | Ye slumbering nations, who have slept a long night | | | | | | | |
134 | Joy to the world, the Lord will come | | | | | | | |
135 | Let us pray, gladly pray | | | | | | | |
136 | Behold the great redeemer comes | | | | | | | |
137 | Behold the Mount of Olives rend | | | | | | | |
138 | Jesus, once of humble birth | | | | | | | |
139 | Ye ransomed of the Lord | | | | | | | |
140 | Lo the mighty God appearing | | | | | | | |
141 | Now let us rejoice in the day of salvation | | | | | | | |
142 | The towers of Zion soon shall rise | | | | | | | |
143 | The glorious day is drawing nigh | | | | | | | |
144 | Farewell, all earthly honors | | | | | | | |
145 | An angel came down from the mansions of glory | | | | | | | |
146 | The spirit of God like a fire is burning | | | | | | | |
147 | What fair one is this from the wilderness | | | | | | | |
148 | From the regions of glory an angel descended | | | | | | | |
149 | Salem's bright King Jesus by name | | | | | | | |
150 | Arise, my soul, arise, Shake off | | | | | | | |
151 | The time is soon coming by the prophets foretold | | | | | | | |
152 | Come, all ye sons of Zion, and let us praise the Lord | | | | | | | |
153 | The gallant ship is under weigh | | | | | | | |
154 | This earth was once a garden place | | | | | | | |
155 | In ancient days men feared the Lord | | | | | | | |
156 | Forever shall my song record | | | | | | | |
157 | There's a feast of fat things for the righteous preparing | | | | | | | |
158 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
159 | Here at thy table, Lord, we meet to feed | | | | | | | |
160 | He dies, the friend of sinners dies | | | | | | | |
161 | O god the eternal Father | | | | | | | |
162 | Come let us join in cheerful lays | | | | | | | |
163 | My God's the spring of all my joys | | | | | | | |
164 | Thou art gone to the grave but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
165 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
166 | How pleasing to behold and see | | | | | | | |
167 | Once more, my soul, the rising day | | | | | | | |
168 | Father of mercies! in thy house | | | | | | | |
169 | To Jesus our exalted Lord | | | | | | | |
170 | Glorious things are sung of Zion | | | | | | | |
171 | When shall we all meet again | | | | | | | |
172 | Yes, my native land, I love thee | | | | | | | |
173 | Hail the day so long expected | | | | | | | |
174 | Triumphant Zion, lift thy head | | | | | | | |
175 | This is the day the Lord hath made | | | | | | | |
176 | Come let us anew our journey pursue | | | | | | | |
177 | Now the truth once more appears | | | | | | | |
178 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
179 | How happy are the little flock | | | | | | | |
180 | Yes, we trust the day is breaking | | | | | | | |
181 | Praise God, from whom all blessings flow | | | | | | | |
182 | To Father, Son and Holy Ghost | | | | | | | |