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d1 | Afflictions, though they seem severe | | | | | | | |
d2 | Among the Judah [Jewish] captives [nation], One Daniel | | | | | | | |
d3 | As pensive I ranged my soul in devotion | | | | | | | |
d4 | As shepherds in Jewry were guarding their sheep | | | | | | | |
d5 | As when the [a] weary traveler gains | | | | | | | |
d6 | Begone, unbelief, [for] my [our] Savior is near | | | | | | | |
d7 | Beside the gospel pool Appointed for the poor | | | | | | | |
d8 | Blessed Savior, calleth thou me | | | | | | | |
d9 | Brethren, we have met to worship, and adore the Lord our God | | | | | | | |
d10 | Bright scenes of glory strike my sense | | | | | | | |
d11 | Called to a sense of duty | | | | | | | |
d12 | Child of prosperity, nursling of vanity | | | | | | | |
d13 | Come, all ye pensive mourners | | | | | | | |
d14 | Come, all ye sons of Zion | | | | | | | |
d15 | Come, brothers, will you go along with me | | | | | | | |
d16 | Come, listening angels, assist me to sing | | | | | | | |
d17 | Come, my Christian friends and brethren | | | | | | | |
d18 | Come O my friends where'er you be | | | | | | | |
d19 | Come, precious souls, and let us take | | | | | | | |
d20 | Come sisters and brothers that love my dear Jesus | | | | | | | |
d21 | Come sisters and brothers that [who] love one another | | | | | | | |
d22 | Could we with ink the ocean fill | | | | | | | |
d23 | Daniel's wisdom may I know, Stephen's faith | | | | | | | |
d24 | Dear friends for a week we must part | | | | | | | |
d25 | Dressed uniform Christ's soldiers are when duty | | | | | | | |
d26 | Eternal source of every joy | | | | | | | |
d27 | Farewell, my dear brethren, I bid you farewell | | | | | | | |
d28 | Farewell, my friend, farewell a while | | | | | | | |
d29 | From all that's mortal, all that's vain | | | | | | | |
d30 | From whence doth [does] this [the] union arise | | | | | | | |
d31 | From whence doth this love and this union | | | | | | | |
d32 | Good morning, brother pilgrim, What, marching [traveling] to Zion | | | | | | | |
d33 | Great High Priest, we view thee standing | | | | | | | |
d34 | Great High Priest, we view thee stooping | | | | | | | |
d35 | Hail, God the Father, heavenly light | | | | | | | |
d36 | Hail the blest morn when [see] the great Mediator | | | | | | | |
d37 | Hark, my soul, it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
d38 | Hark, the jubilee is sounding | | | | | | | |
d39 | His vestments of righteousness | | | | | | | |
d40 | How painfully pleasing the fond recollection Of youthful connections [emotions] | | | | | | | |
d41 | How precious is the name, brethren sing | | | | | | | |
d42 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
d43 | I AM hath [has] sent me to you | | | | | | | |
d44 | I greet lamented the death of my Savior | | | | | | | |
d45 | I knew I was a sinner, the call it was loud | | | | | | | |
d46 | I love my Lord, I love his laws | | | | | | | |
d47 | I love thee, I love thee, I love thee my Love [Lord] | | | | | | | |
d48 | I love to give him glory | | | | | | | |
d49 | I really feel determined | | | | | | | |
d50 | I sing the gospel's joyful sound | | | | | | | |
d51 | I'll sing a song which [that] doth belong | | | | | | | |
d52 | I'm on my way to Canaan, I [I'll] bid this world farewell | | | | | | | |
d53 | In loud [sweet] exalted strains | | | | | | | |
d54 | In time of persecution when ignorance was great | | | | | | | |
d55 | Lord, at thy temple we appear, As happy Simon came | | | | | | | |
d56 | Lord, dismiss us with Thy [your] blessing, Fill our | | | | | | | |
d57 | Lord, when together here we meet | | | | | | | |
d58 | Love is the sweetest bud that blows | | | | | | | |
d59 | Mine eyes are now closing to rest | | | | | | | |
d60 | My brethren all, on you I call | | | | | | | |
d61 | My brethren in the Lord, stand fast | | | | | | | |
d62 | My Christian friends in bonds of love, whose hearts | | | | | | | |
d63 | My Savior called, I heard his voice | | | | | | | |
d64 | My soul take courage in the Lord | | | | | | | |
d65 | My thoughts on heavenly subjects roll | | | | | | | |
d66 | Nay, I cannot let thee go | | | | | | | |
d67 | Now the truth is gaining ground | | | | | | | |
d68 | Now while the gospel net is cast | | | | | | | |
d69 | O come, my loving neighbors | | | | | | | |
d70 | O give me, Lord, my sins to mourn | | | | | | | |
d71 | O Jesus, my Savior, I know thou art mine | | | | | | | |
d72 | O what a pleasing sight I see | | | | | | | |
d73 | O what sweet religion | | | | | | | |
d74 | O [When] thou my righteous Judge shall [shalt] come | | | | | | | |
d75 | O why should unbelief | | | | | | | |
d76 | Once more, in the Redeemer's name | | | | | | | |
d77 | Our cot was sheltered in a wood | | | | | | | |
d78 | Our souls by [in] love together knit [drawn] [joined] | | | | | | | |
d79 | Parted many a toil spent year, Pledged in youth | | | | | | | |
d80 | Poor mourning souls, in deep distress | | | | | | | |
d81 | Remember the night when the great Mediator | | | | | | | |
d82 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
d83 | Should bounteous nature kindly pour | | | | | | | |
d84 | Shout aloud, O ye heralds | | | | | | | |
d85 | Since man by sin has lost [gone from] [strayed from] his God | | | | | | | |
d86 | Sir [Sirs], we would see Jesus | | | | | | | |
d87 | Teach me the measure of my days | | | | | | | |
d88 | The blessed Jesus, loving Savior | | | | | | | |
d89 | The gospel trump is sounding, free grace to all abounding | | | | | | | |
d90 | The gospel trumpet has been blown | | | | | | | |
d91 | The Lord into his garden comes | | | | | | | |
d92 | The old Isr'lites knew what it was that they must do | | | | | | | |
d93 | The people called Christians | | | | | | | |
d94 | The rose and lilies in full bloom | | | | | | | |
d95 | The time soon is coming by the prophets foretold | | | | | | | |
d96 | The worth of truth no tongue can tell | | | | | | | |
d97 | This life's a dream, an empty show | | | | | | | |
d98 | This morning most softly [sweetly] the gales are all blowing | | | | | | | |
d99 | This world is but a bubble | | | | | | | |
d100 | This world's not all a fleeting show | | | | | | | |