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d1 | A glorious day is breaking | | | | | | | |
d2 | Afflictions, though they seem severe | | | | | | | |
d3 | Again with cheerful song | | | | | | | |
d4 | And may I still get there | | | | | | | |
d5 | Arouse, New England sons, arouse | | | | | | | |
d6 | Away from his home and the friends of his youth | | | | | | | |
d7 | Beautiful Zion, built above; Beautiful city that I love | | | | | | | |
d8 | Behold, behold the Lamb of God, On the cross | | | | | | | |
d9 | Beyond this life of hope [hopes] and fears | | | | | | | |
d10 | Blest banner of freedom | | | | | | | |
d11 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
d12 | Call the children early, mother | | | | | | | |
d13 | Children, come, will you come | | | | | | | |
d14 | Children of the heavenly king as we journey | | | | | | | |
d15 | Come and sing with joy and gladness | | | | | | | |
d16 | Come, children, come to God | | | | | | | |
d17 | Come, come, come to the fount clear and sweet | | | | | | | |
d18 | Come join our celebration | | | | | | | |
d19 | Come let us all awake, sing everyone | | | | | | | |
d20 | Come, let us join the hosts above, Now in our youthful days | | | | | | | |
d21 | Come, thou almighty King, Help us thy name to sing | | | | | | | |
d22 | Come, ye children, and adore him, Lord of all, he reigns above | | | | | | | |
d23 | Day of God, thou blessed day | | | | | | | |
d24 | Dear Jesus ever at my side, How loving must | | | | | | | |
d25 | Death shall not destroy my comfort [comforts], Christ shall guide me through the gloom | | | | | | | |
d26 | Depth of mercy, can there be, Mercy still reserved for me? | | | | | | | |
d27 | Far out upon the prairie | | | | | | | |
d28 | Father up in heaven, Hear the song of praise | | | | | | | |
d29 | For a season called to part | | | | | | | |
d30 | Go, 'tis thy country's cause | | | | | | | |
d31 | Grant us, Lord, thy heavenly light | | | | | | | |
d32 | Happy child whom God doth aid | | | | | | | |
d33 | Happy soul, thy days are ended [ending] | | | | | | | |
d34 | Happy the children who are gone | | | | | | | |
d35 | Hark, the morning bells are ringing Children, haste without delay | | | | | | | |
d36 | Hark, those bell tones sweetly pealing | | | | | | | |
d37 | Hark, what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
d38 | He will listen when I pray | | | | | | | |
d39 | Here, where our fathers came of yore | | | | | | | |
d40 | Holy Bible, book divine, Precious treasure, thou art mine | | | | | | | |
d41 | Home at last, home at last | | | | | | | |
d42 | How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d43 | How fleeting are our [the] moments here | | | | | | | |
d44 | How shall the young secure their hearts | | | | | | | |
d45 | How sweet is the Sabbath, the morning [season] of rest | | | | | | | |
d46 | I have a Father in the promised land | | | | | | | |
d47 | I have watched thee, O my darling | | | | | | | |
d48 | I heard the voice of Jesus say, come unto me and rest | | | | | | | |
d49 | I love thee, I love thee, I love thee my Love [Lord] | | | | | | | |
d50 | I remember a voice which once guided my way | | | | | | | |
d51 | I stood beside a little grave | | | | | | | |
d52 | I want to be an angel, and with the angels stand | | | | | | | |
d53 | I would not live alway [always], I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
d54 | I'm a lonely traveler here, Weary, oppressed | | | | | | | |
d55 | I'm but a stranger [traveler] here, heaven is my home | | | | | | | |
d56 | In life's bright morning the tempest we brave | | | | | | | |
d57 | In olden times when boys were [run] wild | | | | | | | |
d58 | In the Christian's home in [of] glory | | | | | | | |
d59 | Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave | | | | | | | |
d60 | Jesus, let a little child | | | | | | | |
d61 | Jesus, Lord of life and glory, Bend from heaven | | | | | | | |
d62 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
d63 | Jesus, tender shepherd, hear us | | | | | | | |
d64 | Joyfully, joyfully, onward I [we] move | | | | | | | |
d65 | Kind words can never die, Cherished and blest | | | | | | | |
d66 | Let the still air rejoice | | | | | | | |
d67 | Little drops of water, little grains of sand | | | | | | | |
d68 | Littlle travelers Zionward Each one entering | | | | | | | |
d69 | Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
d70 | March to battle field | | | | | | | |
d71 | Mary to her [the] Savior's tomb | | | | | | | |
d72 | Met again, met again | | | | | | | |
d73 | Mine eyes have seen the glory | | | | | | | |
d74 | Mourn not that his kin are far | | | | | | | |
d75 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
d76 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
d77 | My latest sun is sinking fast, My race is nearly run | | | | | | | |
d78 | Now to heaven our prayer [prayers] [cry] ascending | | | | | | | |
d79 | Now we lift our tuneful voices | | | | | | | |
d80 | O do not be discouraged, For Jesus is your friend | | | | | | | |
d81 | O happy day that fixed [seals] [stays] my choice | | | | | | | |
d82 | O happy land, O happy land, Where saints and angels | | | | | | | |
d83 | O Jesus, the giver of all we enjoy | | | | | | | |
d84 | O Lord of hosts, almighty King | | | | | | | |
d85 | O say can you see by the dawn's early light | | | | | | | |
d86 | O sing to me of heaven When I am called to die | | | | | | | |
d87 | O what shall I do to be saved from the sorrows | | | | | | | |
d88 | Once again in gladness meeting | | | | | | | |
d89 | Our Father in heaven we hallow thy name | | | | | | | |
d90 | Our Shepherd's watchful care | | | | | | | |
d91 | Out on an ocean all boundless we ride | | | | | | | |
d92 | Pilgrims, we are to Canaan bound | | | | | | | |
d93 | Poor and needy though I be | | | | | | | |
d94 | Rejoice, all ye believers | | | | | | | |
d95 | Sabbath schools must have their meeting | | | | | | | |
d96 | Salvation, O the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
d97 | Savior, like a shepherd lead us | | | | | | | |
d98 | Shall we meet beyond the river, where the surges | | | | | | | |
d99 | Some love to drink from the foamy brink | | | | | | | |
d100 | Stay, brother, stay, whither going so fast | | | | | | | |