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d1 | A beacon has been lighted, Bright as the noon-day sun | | | | | | | |
d2 | Again the Lord of life and light | | | | | | | |
d3 | Another song we'll sing to you | | | | | | | |
d4 | At anchor laid, remote from home | | | | | | | |
d5 | Awake, my soul, in [to] joyful [joyous] lays | | | | | | | |
d6 | Behold the morning sun | | | | | | | |
d7 | Behold thy waiting servant, Lord | | | | | | | |
d8 | Broad is the road [stream] that leads to death [wrath] | | | | | | | |
d9 | Burst, ye emerald [pearly] gates, and bring | | | | | | | |
d10 | Christ the [our] Lord is risen today, Our triumphant holy day | | | | | | | |
d11 | Come away to the skies, my beloved, arise | | | | | | | |
d12 | Come friends and relations let us [come] join heart and hand | | | | | | | |
d13 | Come, let us anew our journey pursue, Roll round | | | | | | | |
d14 | Come, rest in this bosom | | | | | | | |
d15 | Come, thou everlasting Spirit | | | | | | | |
d16 | Come unto me, all ye that labor, Sinners | | | | | | | |
d17 | Days of my youth, ye have glided away | | | | | | | |
d18 | Eternal source of every joy | | | | | | | |
d19 | Friends of freedom, swell the song | | | | | | | |
d20 | From the high Rocky Mountains | | | | | | | |
d21 | Go, go, thou that enslavest me | | | | | | | |
d22 | God is the refuge of his saints | | | | | | | |
d23 | Great is the Lord, what tongue can frame [tell] | | | | | | | |
d24 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
d25 | Hail the blest morn when [see] the great Mediator | | | | | | | |
d26 | Happy the heart where graces reign | | | | | | | |
d27 | Hark, ten thousand harps and voices | | | | | | | |
d28 | Haste [Hasten], [O] sinner [sinners] [now] to be wise | | | | | | | |
d29 | He mere Prabhu, mu papi udhariyo | | | | | | | |
d30 | He wills that I should holy be | | | | | | | |
d31 | Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims | | | | | | | |
d32 | Hither, ye faithful, haste with [in] songs of triumph | | | | | | | |
d33 | House of our God, with cheerful anthems | | | | | | | |
d34 | How happy [happy's] every child of grace, who [that] feels [knows] his sins forgiven | | | | | | | |
d35 | How pleasant, how [and] divinely fair | | | | | | | |
d36 | How sweet, how [and] heavenly is the sight | | | | | | | |
d37 | How sweet the light of Sabbath eve | | | | | | | |
d38 | I am a poor inebriate | | | | | | | |
d39 | I have sought round the [this] verdant earth | | | | | | | |
d40 | I know that my Redeemer lives, and ever prays for me | | | | | | | |
d41 | In time of fear, when trouble's near | | | | | | | |
d42 | Jesus, let thy pitying eye | | | | | | | |
d43 | Jesus, my Savior, Brother, Friend | | | | | | | |
d44 | Let every mortal ear attend | | | | | | | |
d45 | Let songs of endless praise | | | | | | | |
d46 | Life is the time to serve the Lord | | | | | | | |
d47 | Lo the Lord Jehovah liveth | | | | | | | |
d48 | Mary to her [the] Savior's tomb | | | | | | | |
d49 | My soul, with humble fervor raise To God the | | | | | | | |
d50 | My span of life will soon be done [o'er] | | | | | | | |
d51 | Now condescend, almighty king | | | | | | | |
d52 | Now may soft slumber close my eyes | | | | | | | |
d53 | Now shall the trembling mourner come | | | | | | | |
d54 | O may the powerful word | | | | | | | |
d55 | O my Lord, deliver me, a sinner | | | | | | | |
d56 | O thou to whom all creatures bow | | | | | | | |
d57 | O thou who diest the mourner's tear | | | | | | | |
d58 | O why should we weep o'er the dust | | | | | | | |
d59 | Once more, my soul, the rising day salutes thy waking eyes | | | | | | | |
d60 | Our Lord is risen from the dead, Our Jesus [Savior] is gone | | | | | | | |
d61 | Sailing o'er the boisterous ocean | | | | | | | |
d62 | Say not that woman's voice must stay its silvery note | | | | | | | |
d63 | Stay, father, stay, the night is wild | | | | | | | |
d64 | The heavens declare thy glory, Lord, in every star | | | | | | | |
d65 | The Lord, the sovereign King hath [has] fixed his throne on high | | | | | | | |
d66 | The teetotallers are coming | | | | | | | |
d67 | The winter is over and gone the thrush whistles | | | | | | | |
d68 | Thee will I love, my Strength [Lord] [Shield], [my] [and] Tower | | | | | | | |
d69 | There is a stream whose gentle flow | | | | | | | |
d70 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
d71 | This is the day the Lord hath [has] made, He calls | | | | | | | |
d72 | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
d73 | Time is winging us away | | | | | | | |
d74 | To whom, my Savior, shall I go | | | | | | | |
d75 | Wake the sound of jubilee | | | | | | | |
d76 | Watchmen, onward to your stations | | | | | | | |
d77 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
d78 | What sorrowful sounds do I hear | | | | | | | |
d79 | What's beauty's deadliest foe | | | | | | | |
d80 | When for [the] eternal [heavenly] world [worlds] I [we] steer | | | | | | | |
d81 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d82 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
d83 | When shall the voice of singing flow | | | | | | | |
d84 | When shall thy love constrain and force me to thy breast | | | | | | | |
d85 | When shall we meet again, Meet ne'er [more] to sever | | | | | | | |
d86 | When young I had a fortune | | | | | | | |
d87 | Where are the friends that to me were so dear | | | | | | | |
d88 | Why, O why, my heart, this sadness | | | | | | | |