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d1 | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? | | | | | | | |
d2 | Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, That saved | | | | | | | |
d3 | And let this feeble body fail | | | | | | | |
d4 | Arise, my soul, arise, shake off | | | | | | | |
d5 | As on the cross the Savior hung | | | | | | | |
d6 | Awaked by Sinai's awful sound | | | | | | | |
d7 | Before Jehovah's awful throne | | | | | | | |
d8 | Behold the Savior of mankind | | | | | | | |
d9 | Blest be the [that] dear uniting love | | | | | | | |
d10 | Blow ye [you] the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
d11 | Bright scenes of glory strike my sense | | | | | | | |
d12 | Broad is the road [stream] that leads to death [wrath] | | | | | | | |
d13 | Burst, ye emerald [pearly] gates, and bring | | | | | | | |
d14 | Children of the heavenly king as we journey | | | | | | | |
d15 | Come all who love my Lord and Master; and like old David | | | | | | | |
d16 | Come, all ye [you] wandering [mourning] [Christian], pilgrims dear | | | | | | | |
d17 | Come all ye [you] young people of every relation | | | | | | | |
d18 | Come away to the skies, my beloved, arise | | | | | | | |
d19 | Come, let us sing our parting tune | | | | | | | |
d20 | Come, let us use the grace divine, And all with one accord | | | | | | | |
d21 | Come, little children, now we [you] may partake | | | | | | | |
d22 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
d23 | Come, ye [you] [we] that [who] love the Lord [Christ], And let your [our] joys | | | | | | | |
d24 | Dark and thorny [stormy] is the desert | | | | | | | |
d25 | Dear friends [brothers] [brethren], farewell, I do you tell | | | | | | | |
d26 | Death, 'tis a melancholy day To those that have no God | | | | | | | |
d27 | Farewell, farewell, farewell, my [dear] friends | | | | | | | |
d28 | Farewell, my dear brethren, the time is at hand | | | | | | | |
d29 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
d30 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
d31 | Hail the blest morn when [see] the great Mediator | | | | | | | |
d32 | Hail ye sighing sons of sorrow | | | | | | | |
d33 | Hark, from the tomb [tombs] a doleful [warning] [mournful] sound | | | | | | | |
d34 | Hark, the jubilee is sounding | | | | | | | |
d35 | He dies, the friend of sinners dies | | | | | | | |
d36 | Hear the royal proclamation, the glad tidings | | | | | | | |
d37 | His voice, as the sound of a dulcimer sweet | | | | | | | |
d38 | Hosanna to Jesus, I am filled with his praise | | | | | | | |
d39 | How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d40 | How happy are they, Who the [their] Savior [Jesus] obey | | | | | | | |
d41 | How happy [happy's] every child of grace, who [that] feels [knows] his sins forgiven | | | | | | | |
d42 | How painfully pleasing the fond recollection(s) While [when] blest with parental advice | | | | | | | |
d43 | How tedious and tasteless [restless and tiresome] the hours | | | | | | | |
d44 | I am a great complainer | | | | | | | |
d45 | I have my trials here below | | | | | | | |
d46 | In God's own house pronounce his praise | | | | | | | |
d47 | Jesus, my [mine] [our] all, to heaven is [has] gone | | | | | | | |
d48 | Lift up your hearts, Immanuel's friends | | | | | | | |
d49 | Lord, what a wretched land is this | | | | | | | |
d50 | Mid [midst] scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
d51 | My days, my [and] weeks, my [and] months, my [and] years | | | | | | | |
d52 | My Savior and my King, Thy beauties [honors] are divine | | | | | | | |
d53 | My Shepherd will supply my need | | | | | | | |
d54 | My soul, come, meditate the day, And think | | | | | | | |
d55 | Now your festal rights prepare | | | | | | | |
d56 | O how I have longed for the coming [presence] of God [the Lord] | | | | | | | |
d57 | O that I had some humble [sacred] [secret] place | | | | | | | |
d58 | O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight | | | | | | | |
d59 | O when shall I [we] see Jesus and dwell [reign] with Him above | | | | | | | |
d60 | Once more, my soul, the rising day salutes thy waking eyes | | | | | | | |
d61 | Pilgrims, with pleasure let us part | | | | | | | |
d62 | Remember, sinful youth, you must die | | | | | | | |
d63 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
d64 | Salvation, O the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
d65 | Savior, visit Thy [our] plantation, grant us Lord, a gracious rain | | | | | | | |
d66 | Saw ye [you] my Savior, saw ye [you] my Savior | | | | | | | |
d67 | Say, mighty love, and teach my song | | | | | | | |
d68 | Say now, ye lovely social band | | | | | | | |
d69 | Shepherds, rejoice, lift up your eyes | | | | | | | |
d70 | Show pity Lord, O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
d71 | Sweet is the work, my [O] [our] God, [and] [my] [our] King | | | | | | | |
d72 | Sweet rivers of redeeming love | | | | | | | |
d73 | Teach me the measure of my days | | | | | | | |
d74 | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
d75 | The people called Christians | | | | | | | |
d76 | There is a house not made with [by] hands, Eternal | | | | | | | |
d77 | There is a land of pleasure, Where streams of joy forever roll | | | | | | | |
d78 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d79 | There was a Romish lady, brought up in popery | | | | | | | |
d80 | Through all this world below | | | | | | | |
d81 | What sorrowful sounds do I hear | | | | | | | |
d82 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d83 | When rising from the bed of death | | | | | | | |
d84 | When shall we three meet again | | | | | | | |
d85 | When the midnight cry begins [began] | | | | | | | |
d86 | When winter is over and spring is begun | | | | | | | |
d87 | While beauty and youth are in their full prime | | | | | | | |
d88 | Why do we [ye] [you] mourn departing [departed] [for dying] friends | | | | | | | |
d89 | Ye children of Jesus, that's [that're] [who're] bound for the Kingdom | | | | | | | |
d90 | Ye lovers of pleasure, who [that] slight the [this] salvation | | | | | | | |
d91 | Ye nations all, on [to] you I call | | | | | | | |
d92 | Ye nations round [of] the earth, rejoice | | | | | | | |
d93 | Ye objects of sense, and enjoyments of time | | | | | | | |