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d1 | A beautiful land by faith I see | | | | | | | |
d2 | A giddy lamb, one afternoon | | | | | | | |
d3 | A poor wayfaring man of grief Hath often crossed | | | | | | | |
d4 | Afflictions, though they seem severe | | | | | | | |
d5 | All the week we spend | | | | | | | |
d6 | Amid the blue and starry sky | | | | | | | |
d7 | And is it true what I am told | | | | | | | |
d8 | Another week has passed away | | | | | | | |
d9 | Around the throne of God in heaven, thousands | | | | | | | |
d10 | At Sunday school you're sure to find | | | | | | | |
d11 | Be kind to each other | | | | | | | |
d12 | Beautiful Zion, built above; Beautiful city that I love | | | | | | | |
d13 | Blest are the dead, for they've a rest | | | | | | | |
d14 | Blow ye [you] the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
d15 | Book of grace, and book of glory | | | | | | | |
d16 | By the side of a river so clear | | | | | | | |
d17 | Child amid [amidst] the flowers at play | | | | | | | |
d18 | Children all, both great and small | | | | | | | |
d19 | Children, come, will you come | | | | | | | |
d20 | Children hath not a voice within | | | | | | | |
d21 | Christ is merciful and mild | | | | | | | |
d22 | Come and sing with joy and gladness | | | | | | | |
d23 | Come and sweetly tune your voices | | | | | | | |
d24 | Come, children, and join in our festival song | | | | | | | |
d25 | Come, children ere we part | | | | | | | |
d26 | Come, children, let us sweetly sing | | | | | | | |
d27 | Come children raise your voices high | | | | | | | |
d28 | Come children, to the promised land | | | | | | | |
d29 | Come, come, come, daylight's passed away | | | | | | | |
d30 | Come, come, come, don't delay haste away | | | | | | | |
d31 | Come, let us all awake | | | | | | | |
d32 | Come, let us all unite and sing | | | | | | | |
d33 | Come, let us sing of Jesus, While hearts and accents blend | | | | | | | |
d34 | Come, let us sweetly sing, join in full chorus | | | | | | | |
d35 | Come, little children, O come unto me | | | | | | | |
d36 | Come, little soldiers, join in our band | | | | | | | |
d37 | Come, saith [said] [says] Jesus' sacred voice | | | | | | | |
d38 | Come to the mercy seat, Come to the place | | | | | | | |
d39 | Come where joy and gladness | | | | | | | |
d40 | Days and weeks, and months, returning | | | | | | | |
d41 | Dear Father, e're we part, Now [O] let thy grace | | | | | | | |
d42 | Dear Jesus ever at my side, How loving must | | | | | | | |
d43 | Death has been here, and borne away A sister [brother] [scholar] from our side | | | | | | | |
d44 | Do good, do good, there's ever a way | | | | | | | |
d45 | Down in a green and shady bed | | | | | | | |
d46 | Father, hear, to thee we raise | | | | | | | |
d47 | From the wide, far stretching prairies | | | | | | | |
d48 | Gladly, brothers, gladly Wake the joyous strain | | | | | | | |
d49 | Gladly meeting, kindly greeting | | | | | | | |
d50 | Go thou, in life's fair morning | | | | | | | |
d51 | Go, when the morning shineth | | | | | | | |
d52 | Gone to his slumbers, and gone with the blest | | | | | | | |
d53 | Gracious Savior, gentle [holy] Shepherd, Little ones [All thy lambs] [Children all] | | | | | | | |
d54 | Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning | | | | | | | |
d55 | Happy angels, still ye [you] dwell | | | | | | | |
d56 | Happy, happy Sunday, thou day of peace and heaven | | | | | | | |
d57 | Happy land, happy land, beyond the skies | | | | | | | |
d58 | Hark, ten thousand harps and voices | | | | | | | |
d59 | Hark, the bells of holy Sabbath | | | | | | | |
d60 | Hark, the morning bells are ringing Children, haste without delay | | | | | | | |
d61 | Hark, what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
d62 | Have you ever heard the echoes | | | | | | | |
d63 | Hear the temperance call, freemen | | | | | | | |
d64 | Heavenly Father, grant thy blessing on the instructions | | | | | | | |
d65 | Heavenly home, heavenly home, precious name | | | | | | | |
d66 | Here we throng to praise the Lord | | | | | | | |
d67 | Ho reapers of life's harvest why stand with rested blade | | | | | | | |
d68 | Holy and bright is the softened light | | | | | | | |
d69 | Holy Bible, book divine, Precious treasure, thou art mine | | | | | | | |
d70 | Holy Bible, well I love thee | | | | | | | |
d71 | Holy Father, thou hast taught me [us] | | | | | | | |
d72 | Hosannas were by children sung | | | | | | | |
d73 | How bright the day, the joyful day | | | | | | | |
d74 | How happy are they, Who the [their] Savior [Jesus] obey | | | | | | | |
d75 | How loving is Jesus, Who came from the sky | | | | | | | |
d76 | How pleasant here again to meet | | | | | | | |
d77 | How pleasant thus to dwell below | | | | | | | |
d78 | How sweet is the Sabbath, the morning [season] of rest | | | | | | | |
d79 | How sweet is the Sabbath to me | | | | | | | |
d80 | Hushed be my murmurings | | | | | | | |
d81 | I have a Father in the promised land | | | | | | | |
d82 | I know thou art gone to the home of thy rest | | | | | | | |
d83 | I know 'tis Jesus loves my soul | | | | | | | |
d84 | I lay my sins on Jesus | | | | | | | |
d85 | I live for those who love me, whose hearts | | | | | | | |
d86 | I must be a loving child | | | | | | | |
d87 | I think, when I read that [the] sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
d88 | I want to be an angel, and with the angels stand | | | | | | | |
d89 | I was a wandering sheep | | | | | | | |
d90 | I was vain and merry hearted | | | | | | | |
d91 | I'll awake at dawn on the Sabbath day | | | | | | | |
d92 | I'll rise up early in the morning | | | | | | | |
d93 | I'm a lonely traveler here | | | | | | | |
d94 | I'm a pilgrim and I'm a stranger, I can tarry | | | | | | | |
d95 | I'm but a stranger [traveler] here, heaven is my home | | | | | | | |
d96 | In the Christian's home in [of] glory | | | | | | | |
d97 | In the far better land of glory and light | | | | | | | |
d98 | In the silent midnight watches, list thy bosom's door | | | | | | | |
d99 | In the tempest of life when the wave and gale is round | | | | | | | |
d100 | In this world of grief and pain | | | | | | | |