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d1 | A father is praying The Savior to hear | | | | | | | |
d2 | A few more days on earth to spend | | | | | | | |
d3 | A little longer here below | | | | | | | |
d4 | A mixture of joy and trouble | | | | | | | |
d5 | A poor wayfaring man of grief Hath often crossed | | | | | | | |
d6 | Adieu, adieu, I'm dying now | | | | | | | |
d7 | Afflictions, though they seem severe | | | | | | | |
d8 | All hands on board, the Captain cries | | | | | | | |
d9 | Along the smooth and slender wires | | | | | | | |
d10 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
d11 | Among the Judah [Jewish] captives [nation], One Daniel | | | | | | | |
d12 | And the house of the Lord shall be filled | | | | | | | |
d13 | Away from his home and the friends of his youth | | | | | | | |
d14 | Behold his arms extended wide | | | | | | | |
d15 | Brightest and best of the sons [stars] of the morning | | | | | | | |
d16 | Brother is life's morning clouded | | | | | | | |
d17 | Brother, thou art gone before us | | | | | | | |
d18 | Burst, ye emerald [pearly] gates, and bring | | | | | | | |
d19 | By faith I view my Savior dying | | | | | | | |
d20 | By the poor widow's oil and meal | | | | | | | |
d21 | Can you tell me what ship is a-going for us to sail | | | | | | | |
d22 | Come, all my dear brethren, we've entered on board | | | | | | | |
d23 | Come all you knights, you knights of Malta | | | | | | | |
d24 | Come, angels, seize your harps of gold | | | | | | | |
d25 | Come, little children, now we [you] may partake | | | | | | | |
d26 | Come, my fond fluttering heart, Come struggle to [you must now] be free | | | | | | | |
d27 | Come, parents, children, bond and free | | | | | | | |
d28 | Come, poor guilty, anxious mourner | | | | | | | |
d29 | Come soldiers can't you arise and tell | | | | | | | |
d30 | Come, thou who didst turn the water to wine | | | | | | | |
d31 | Come, we [ye] [you] that love the Lord indeed | | | | | | | |
d32 | Come, ye that love the Lord, Unto me | | | | | | | |
d33 | Daniel's wisdom may I know, Stephen's faith | | | | | | | |
d34 | Dark and thorny [stormy] is the desert | | | | | | | |
d35 | Day of wrath, that day of burning | | | | | | | |
d36 | De poor negro he will go, some one day | | | | | | | |
d37 | Delay not, delay not: O sinner [drunkard] draw near | | | | | | | |
d38 | Enlisted with Jesus to fight against sin | | | | | | | |
d39 | Far over Jordan's rolling river | | | | | | | |
d40 | From every stormy wind [sense] that blows | | | | | | | |
d41 | Go, bring me [them], said the dying fair | | | | | | | |
d42 | Good morning, brother pilgrim, What, marching [traveling] to Zion | | | | | | | |
d43 | Hail, my ever blessed Jesus | | | | | | | |
d44 | Hail the day so long expected, Hail the year | | | | | | | |
d45 | Here is a band of brethren dear | | | | | | | |
d46 | How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d47 | How happy is the man who has [hath] chosen wisdom's ways | | | | | | | |
d48 | How painfully pleasing the fond recollection Of youthful connections [emotions] | | | | | | | |
d49 | How prone are professors to rest on their lees | | | | | | | |
d50 | How sweet the memory of the dead | | | | | | | |
d51 | How sweet to reflect on the [those] joys that await me [us] | | | | | | | |
d52 | I came to the spot where the White Pilgrim lay | | | | | | | |
d53 | I have a never failing bank | | | | | | | |
d54 | I have become a beggar at the end of my days | | | | | | | |
d55 | I have sought round the [this] verdant earth | | | | | | | |
d56 | I received a gospel letter | | | | | | | |
d57 | I remember how I loved her | | | | | | | |
d58 | I saw a wide and well spread board | | | | | | | |
d59 | I'm tired with [of] visits, modes and forms | | | | | | | |
d60 | In a lone, silent spot | | | | | | | |
d61 | In de dark wood, no Indian nigh | | | | | | | |
d62 | In seasons of grief to my God I'll repair | | | | | | | |
d63 | I've heard of a country o'er London it lies | | | | | | | |
d64 | I've launched my bark for glory | | | | | | | |
d65 | I've shipped on board the gospel ship | | | | | | | |
d66 | Jesus Christ is now among [amongst] us | | | | | | | |
d67 | Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave | | | | | | | |
d68 | Jesus, my King, proclaims the war | | | | | | | |
d69 | Joyfully, joyfully, onward I [we] move | | | | | | | |
d70 | Lay up nearer, brother, nearer | | | | | | | |
d71 | Let me go, my soul is weary | | | | | | | |
d72 | Let party names no more | | | | | | | |
d73 | Lift your standard, lift it high | | | | | | | |
d74 | Like a ship, see the church | | | | | | | |
d75 | Mid [midst] scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
d76 | Mother, I'm dying now; There's a deep suffocation in my br | | | | | | | |
d77 | Mother, what makes my father gone so very long tonight | | | | | | | |
d78 | Mournfully, tenderly, bear on the dead | | | | | | | |
d79 | My brother, will you meet me | | | | | | | |
d80 | My friends and hearers all adieu | | | | | | | |
d81 | Negro walk de golden street | | | | | | | |
d82 | O brethren, I have found | | | | | | | |
d83 | O careless sinner [sinners], come, pray [and] now attend | | | | | | | |
d84 | O Christian, will you go with me | | | | | | | |
d85 | O, for a faith that will not shrink | | | | | | | |
d86 | O for a thousand tongues to sing my great [dear] Redeemer's praise | | | | | | | |
d87 | O God, thou great Creator | | | | | | | |
d88 | O God, thou great Creator | | | | | | | |
d89 | O tell me no more of this [the] world's vain [vain world's] store | | | | | | | |
d90 | O where can the soul find relief | | | | | | | |
d91 | O where is my father my guardian my guide | | | | | | | |
d92 | O'er mountain and hill I wandered alone | | | | | | | |
d93 | Oft in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain | | | | | | | |
d94 | On don't turn back, don't turn back | | | | | | | |
d95 | Once I loved my Redeemer | | | | | | | |
d96 | Our bondage here [it] shall [will] end by and by | | | | | | | |
d97 | Our kindred dear to heaven have [are] gone | | | | | | | |
d98 | Parted many a toil spent year, Pledged in youth | | | | | | | |
d99 | Poor Christian, look up to the joys set before thee | | | | | | | |
d100 | Praise God for what he's done for me | | | | | | | |