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201 | When shall the voice of singing | | | | | | | |
202 | How long shall virtue languish | | | | | | | |
203 | Remember thy Creator | | | | | | | |
204 | To thee my God and Savior | | | | | | | |
205 | Let us sing with joyful strain | | | | | | | |
206 | Where do children love to go | | | | | | | |
207 | Oh, swiftly flows the stream | | | | | | | |
208 | Once more before we part | | | | | | | |
209 | Sweet is the work, O Lord | | | | | | | |
210 | Join now in praise, and sing Hallelujah, Amen! | | | | | | | |
211 | What's this that steals, that steals upon my frame? | | | | | | | |
214 | In Zion's sacred gates | | | | | | | |
215 | Come, all ye saints of God! | | | | | | | |
216 | My faith looks up to thee | | | | | | | |
217 | My country! 'tis of thee | | | | | | | |
218 | There is a happy land | | | | | | | |
219 | Our Father in heaven | | | | | | | |
220 | A voice from the desert comes awful and shrill | | | | | | | |
221 | Far, far o'er hill and dale | | | | | | | |
222 | Sweet spring is returning | | | | | | | |
223 | When shall we all meet again? | | | | | | | |
224 | Hark! the deep-ton'd bell is calling! | | | | | | | |
225 | Hark! how the gospel trumpet sounds | | | | | | | |
226 | Savior, ere we part | | | | | | | |
227 | Ye simple souls, that stray | | | | | | | |
228 | If Jesus Christ was sent | | | | | | | |
229 | Again returns the day of holy rest | | | | | | | |
230 | Along the banks where Babel's current flows | | | | | | | |
231 | Hail, happy day! thou day of holy rest | | | | | | | |
232 | Hail, thou blest morn! see the great Mediator | | | | | | | |
233 | O tell me no more | | | | | | | |
234 | O heavenly King, look down from above | | | | | | | |
235 | Our Father and Lord, Almighty art thou | | | | | | | |
236 | Songs of rejoicing, conspiring to raise | | | | | | | |
237 | Come, let us anew, our journey pursue | | | | | | | |
238 | Come, let us anew, our journey prusue | | | | | | | |
239 | Come children of Zion and help us to sing | | | | | | | |
240 | Dark night away hath roll'd | | | | | | | |
241 | I would not live alway, I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
242 | Our Father in heaven, tho' feeble our lays | | | | | | | |
243 | Sweet spices they brought, on their star-lighted way | | | | | | | |
244 | In a song of sweet praise | | | | | | | |
245 | The moon is very fair and bright | | | | | | | |
246 | Come away to the skies, My beloved arise | | | | | | | |
247 | Our Father in heaven | | | | | | | |
248 | Though nature's strength decay | | | | | | | |
249 | O Lord, let our songs find acceptance before thee | | | | | | | |
250 | All hail! happy day | | | | | | | |
251 | Come away to the skies, My beloved arise | | | | | | | |
252 | For thy glory we are, Created to share | | | | | | | |
253 | Why these silent looks of sadness! | | | | | | | |
254 | Where is the little friend who late | | | | | | | |
255 | Underneath the sod low lying | | | | | | | |
256 | Deep resound the solemn strain | | | | | | | |
257 | Mourn not ye, whose babe hath found | | | | | | | |
258 | Calm, calm, calm, calm on the bosom of thy God | | | | | | | |
259 | O God! our help in ages past | | | | | | | |
260 | See, the lovely blooming flower | | | | | | | |
261 | Hark, from the tombs a doleful sound | | | | | | | |
262 | Why do we mourn for dying friends | | | | | | | |
263 | Time is winging us away | | | | | | | |
264 | The lilies of the field | | | | | | | |
265 | Think, O ye, who fondly languish | | | | | | | |
266 | Behold the western evening light! | | | | | | | |
267 | Whither but to thee, O Lord! | | | | | | | |
268 | The grass and flowers which clothe the field | | | | | | | |
269 | Will you come to the spring that is sparkling and light | | | | | | | |
270 | Farewell to the cup, we have tarried too long | | | | | | | |
271 | The Temperance banner wide is spread | | | | | | | |
272 | On Java's rich and fertile ground | | | | | | | |
273 | Friends of Freedom! swell the song | | | | | | | |
274 | Children who have rallied now | | | | | | | |
275 | I saw him at the break of day | | | | | | | |
276 | Away from the revel, the night star is up | | | | | | | |
277 | The drink that's in the drunkard's bowl | | | | | | | |
278 | Come, ye children, and adore him | | | | | | | |
279 | With joy we hail this day | | | | | | | |
280 | And the multitudes that went before and that followed, cried, saying | | | | | | | |
281 | Children, listen to the story | | | | | | | |
282 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
283 | With joy we hail the Sabbath day | | | | | | | |
284 | Children, 'tis the Sabbath day | | | | | | | |
285 | Come, let our voices join | | | | | | | |
286 | When the Sabbath bells are ringing | | | | | | | |
287 | Father, who made that star so bright | | | | | | | |
288 | Of ev'ry land throughout the earth | | | | | | | |
289 | Cheerily, cheerily sound the strain | | | | | | | |
290 | When Sabbath's hallow'd morn I greet | | | | | | | |
291 | New England dear! New England dear! | | | | | | | |
292 | Where the song of freedom soundeth | | | | | | | |
293 | Sleep, baby sleep no longer weep | | | | | | | |
294 | I love my country's pine clad hills | | | | | | | |
295 | O! could I speak the matchless worth | | | | | | | |
296 | When our fathers long ago | | | | | | | |
297 | Ye christian heroes, go proclaim | | | | | | | |
298 | Jesus shall reign, where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
299 | Zion, awake!-- thy strength renew | | | | | | | |
300 | In this dark world of sin and pain | | | | | | | |
301 | Hark! how the rain is falling | | | | | | | |
302 | Hark! how divinest music | | | | | | | |