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d101 | Leave me, dear ones, to my slumber | | | | | | | |
d102 | Let there be light, the eternal spoke | | | | | | | |
d103 | Licensed, to make the strong man weak | | | | | | | |
d104 | Lift not thou the wailing voice | | | | | | | |
d105 | Lift your glad voices in triumph on high | | | | | | | |
d106 | Light of the immortal father's glory | | | | | | | |
d107 | Light waits for us in heaven | | | | | | | |
d108 | Like Isr'l's hosts to exile driven | | | | | | | |
d109 | Like Noah's weary dove that soared the earth around | | | | | | | |
d110 | Live to do good, but not with thought to win | | | | | | | |
d111 | Lord, lead the way the [my] [our] Savior went | | | | | | | |
d112 | Lord, my weak thought in vain would climb | | | | | | | |
d113 | Lord of all being, throned afar | | | | | | | |
d114 | Lord, the shades of night surround us | | | | | | | |
d115 | Lord, who ordainest for mankind | | | | | | | |
d116 | Lord, with glowing heart I'd [I] [I'll] praise thee | | | | | | | |
d117 | Love for all and can it be | | | | | | | |
d118 | Mid the mad whirl of life | | | | | | | |
d119 | Mount up on high. as if on eagles' wings | | | | | | | |
d120 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
d121 | My faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary | | | | | | | |
d122 | My God, I thank thee, may no thought | | | | | | | |
d123 | My God, my Father, may I dare | | | | | | | |
d124 | No human eyes thy face may see | | | | | | | |
d125 | Not in the solitude Alone, may man commune | | | | | | | |
d126 | Not only doth the voiceful day | | | | | | | |
d127 | Not with silver not with gold | | | | | | | |
d128 | Now gird your patient loins again | | | | | | | |
d129 | Now on land and sea descending | | | | | | | |
d130 | O blessed Jesus, when I see thee bending | | | | | | | |
d131 | O bread to pilgrims given | | | | | | | |
d132 | O deem not that earth's crowning bliss | | | | | | | |
d133 | O deem not they are blest alone | | | | | | | |
d134 | O for the happy hour when God | | | | | | | |
d135 | O God, beneath thy [your] guiding hand | | | | | | | |
d136 | O heaven sweet heaven the home of the blest | | | | | | | |
d137 | O holy comforter I hear | | | | | | | |
d138 | O holy, holy, holy, Lord | | | | | | | |
d139 | O is there aught on earth to share | | | | | | | |
d140 | O Jesus, when I think of thee, thy manger | | | | | | | |
d141 | O Lord of hosts, almighty King | | | | | | | |
d142 | O Lord, thy work revive, In Zion's gloomy hour | | | | | | | |
d143 | O love divine, that [who] stooped [stoop'st] [stoops] to share | | | | | | | |
d144 | O Sacred Head now [once] [sore] wounded [surrounded] | | | | | | | |
d145 | O still in accents sweet and strong | | | | | | | |
d146 | O sweetly breathe the lyres above | | | | | | | |
d147 | O thou eternal viewless God | | | | | | | |
d148 | O thou, in whom alone is found | | | | | | | |
d149 | O thou to whom in ancient time | | | | | | | |
d150 | O thou who art above all height | | | | | | | |
d151 | O thou whose own vast temple stands | | | | | | | |
d152 | O walk with God, and thou shalt find | | | | | | | |
d153 | O'er Kedron's stream and Salem's height | | | | | | | |
d154 | One [A] sweetly [sweet] solemn thought comes to me o'er and o'er | | | | | | | |
d155 | Onward, onward, men of heaven | | | | | | | |
d156 | Onward, onward, though the region | | | | | | | |
d157 | Onward speed thy conquering flight | | | | | | | |
d158 | Perfect through sufferings, may it be | | | | | | | |
d159 | Pilgrims in this vale of sorrow | | | | | | | |
d160 | Planted in Christ, the living vine | | | | | | | |
d161 | Prayer is the dew of faith | | | | | | | |
d162 | Quiet Lord this trembling frame | | | | | | | |
d163 | Quietly rest in the arms of affection | | | | | | | |
d164 | Remember thy Creator, While youth's fair spring | | | | | | | |
d165 | Return, O wanderer, to thy home | | | | | | | |
d166 | Savior, happy would I be if I could but trust in Thee | | | | | | | |
d167 | Savior, [Say], who thy flock are [art] feeding | | | | | | | |
d168 | Shall we grow weary in our watch | | | | | | | |
d169 | She died yet is not dead | | | | | | | |
d170 | Since o'er thy footstool here below | | | | | | | |
d171 | Slowly, by thy [God's] hand unfurled | | | | | | | |
d172 | Softly fades the twilight ray | | | | | | | |
d173 | Softly now the light of day | | | | | | | |
d174 | Soldier, to the contest pressing | | | | | | | |
d175 | Songs in the night full oft are given | | | | | | | |
d176 | Sovereign and transforming grace | | | | | | | |
d177 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
d178 | Stealing from the world away | | | | | | | |
d179 | Still as our day our strength shall be | | | | | | | |
d180 | Still, still with thee, when purple morning breaketh | | | | | | | |
d181 | Still will we trust, though earth seem dark and dreary | | | | | | | |
d182 | Strangers no more we wildly rove | | | | | | | |
d183 | Tell me not, in mournful numbers | | | | | | | |
d184 | Thanks for the Sabbath's holy ray | | | | | | | |
d185 | That mystic word of thine, O sovereign Lord | | | | | | | |
d186 | The bud will soon become a flower | | | | | | | |
d187 | The Christian banner, dread no loss | | | | | | | |
d188 | The earth, all light and loveliness | | | | | | | |
d189 | The moon is up, how calm and slow | | | | | | | |
d190 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d191 | The organ played sweet music | | | | | | | |
d192 | The Spirit in our hearts is whispering sinner come | | | | | | | |
d193 | There is a reaper whose name is death | | | | | | | |
d194 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
d195 | There is no change of time and place with thee | | | | | | | |
d196 | There is no flock, however watched and tended | | | | | | | |
d197 | There's a beautiful land by the spoiler untrod | | | | | | | |
d198 | They dread no storm that lowers | | | | | | | |
d199 | They who have kept their spirit's virgin whiteness | | | | | | | |
d200 | Thine holy day's returning | | | | | | | |