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d1 | A holy angel from on high | | | | | | | |
d2 | A saint, and is the title mine | | | | | | | |
d3 | Adieu, my dear brethren, adieu | | | | | | | |
d4 | All praise to our redeeming Lord | | | | | | | |
d5 | An angel came down from the mansions of glory | | | | | | | |
d6 | And are we yet alive | | | | | | | |
d7 | At first, the Babe of Bethlehem | | | | | | | |
d8 | Behold the Savior comes, ye saints | | | | | | | |
d9 | Come, let us purpose with one heart | | | | | | | |
d10 | Come, thou Desire of all thy saints | | | | | | | |
d11 | Earth is the place where Christ will reign | | | | | | | |
d12 | Farewell, ye servants of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d13 | Father, how wide thy glory shines | | | | | | | |
d14 | From all that [who] dwell [dwells] below the [in earth and] skies | | | | | | | |
d15 | Glory to thee, my [our] God [O Lord], this night [day] | | | | | | | |
d16 | God spake the word, and time began | | | | | | | |
d17 | Great Spirit, listen to the red man's wail | | | | | | | |
d18 | Haste glorious day, when Christ shall come | | | | | | | |
d19 | Hosanna to the great Messiah | | | | | | | |
d20 | How foolish to the carnal mind | | | | | | | |
d21 | How have the nations grown corrupt | | | | | | | |
d22 | How swift the months have passed away | | | | | | | |
d23 | I'll serve the Lord while I am young | | | | | | | |
d24 | Jesus, from whom all blessings flow | | | | | | | |
d25 | Jesus, thou all redeeming Lord | | | | | | | |
d26 | Let earth and heaven agree [combine] | | | | | | | |
d27 | Let every mortal ear attend | | | | | | | |
d28 | Let sinners take their course | | | | | | | |
d29 | Lord, make thy mercy known | | | | | | | |
d30 | Lord, when iniquities abound | | | | | | | |
d31 | Mourn not the dead who peaceful lay | | | | | | | |
d32 | My soul is full of peace and love | | | | | | | |
d33 | Now, is the voice that nature breathes | | | | | | | |
d34 | O awake my slumbering minstrel | | | | | | | |
d35 | O God, thou great, thou good, thou wise | | | | | | | |
d36 | O happy souls, who pray, Where God appoints to hear | | | | | | | |
d37 | O Lord, do thou thy gifts bestow | | | | | | | |
d38 | O Lord, preserve thy chosen seed | | | | | | | |
d39 | O thou who hast promised in love to receive | | | | | | | |
d40 | Peace, troubled soul, thou needest [need'st] not fear | | | | | | | |
d41 | Salvation, sacred word of love | | | | | | | |
d42 | See how the morning [mounting] [rising] sun | | | | | | | |
d43 | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
d44 | The glorious day is rolling on | | | | | | | |
d45 | The God that others worship is not the God for me | | | | | | | |
d46 | The happy day has rolled on | | | | | | | |
d47 | There's a feast of fat things for the righteous preparing | | | | | | | |
d48 | This God is the God we adore | | | | | | | |
d49 | This morning in silence I ponder | | | | | | | |
d50 | Thou, earth, wast once a glorious sphere | | | | | | | |
d51 | To him who reigns [rules] on high | | | | | | | |
d52 | Torn from our friends and captive led | | | | | | | |
d53 | Unvail [Unveil] thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
d54 | We have met dear friends and brethren | | | | | | | |
d55 | What fair one is this from the wilderness | | | | | | | |
d56 | What glorious scenes mine eyes behold | | | | | | | |
d57 | What wondrous things we now behold | | | | | | | |
d58 | When all thy [your] mercies, O my [our] God [gracious Lord] | | | | | | | |
d59 | When Joseph his brethren beheld | | | | | | | |
d60 | When quiet in my house I sit | | | | | | | |
d61 | With all my [our] [the] power [powers] of heart and tongue | | | | | | | |
d62 | Ye differing, jarring sects attend | | | | | | | |
d63 | Ye saints who dwell on Europe's shore | | | | | | | |
ad1 | Blessed are they that have the faith | | | | | | | |
ad2 | God be with you till we meet again | | | | | | | |
ad3 | God of our fathers, known of old | | | | | | | |
ad4 | Have I done any good in the world today | | | | | | | |
ad5 | In thy temple, great Jehovah, assembled Give we praise | | | | | | | |
ad6 | Not now but in the coming years it may be in the better dand | | | | | | | |
ad7 | O awake my slumbering minstrel | | | | | | | |
ad8 | There is a green hill far away, Without a city wall | | | | | | | |