# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | A beautiful land of joy I see | | | | | | | |
d2 | A young rose in the summer time | | | | | | | |
d3 | Action, action, all is action | | | | | | | |
d4 | Angel mother, thou art near me | | | | | | | |
d5 | Angels bright are drawing near | | | | | | | |
d6 | Angels come ye in the light | | | | | | | |
d7 | Another hand is beckoning us | | | | | | | |
d8 | Be firm, be bold, be strong, be true | | | | | | | |
d9 | Beautiful angel on pinions of light | | | | | | | |
d10 | Beautiful angel, silver voiced angel | | | | | | | |
d11 | Beautiful home of life and light | | | | | | | |
d12 | Beside the toilsome way | | | | | | | |
d13 | Blest be the tie that binds our hearts in Christian love | | | | | | | |
d14 | Blest is the man, whose softening [generous] heart | | | | | | | |
d15 | Bright messenger throng, art thou waiting | | | | | | | |
d16 | Brothers, sisters, join our hands | | | | | | | |
d17 | Cherish faith in one another | | | | | | | |
d18 | Come all ye loved to wisdom's mountain | | | | | | | |
d19 | Come, gentle spirits, to us now | | | | | | | |
d20 | Come to me, thoughts [dreams] of heaven | | | | | | | |
d21 | Come, ye [you] disconsolate, where'er ye [you] languish | | | | | | | |
d22 | Courage, faint heart, why all these fears | | | | | | | |
d23 | Death is the fading of a cloud | | | | | | | |
d24 | Death is the mightier second birth | | | | | | | |
d25 | Do the spirits of loved ones come 'round us | | | | | | | |
d26 | Echo him, ye gentle breezes | | | | | | | |
d27 | Error's teachings shall molder in the grave | | | | | | | |
d28 | Far away, the spirit yearneth | | | | | | | |
d29 | Father, dear father, a young child said | | | | | | | |
d30 | Father, hear the prayer we offer | | | | | | | |
d31 | Father, thy paternal care | | | | | | | |
d32 | Floating on the breath of evening | | | | | | | |
d33 | For the wealth of pathless forests | | | | | | | |
d34 | Forward, the day is breaking | | | | | | | |
d35 | Friends never leave us, those we call | | | | | | | |
d36 | Friends of freedom, ye who stand | | | | | | | |
d37 | From realms supernal, fair, and bright | | | | | | | |
d38 | Gaze, O gaze thou here, on angels winging | | | | | | | |
d39 | Gentle twilight, softly stealing | | | | | | | |
d40 | Give as God hath given thee | | | | | | | |
d41 | God, in the high and holy place | | | | | | | |
d42 | God is love, his mercy brightens | | | | | | | |
d43 | Hail, great Creator, wise and good | | | | | | | |
d44 | Hand in hand with angels | | | | | | | |
d45 | Hark, I hear the angels calling | | | | | | | |
d46 | He liveth long who liveth well | | | | | | | |
d47 | Heaven, mighty ocean, heave | | | | | | | |
d48 | Heirs of the morning, receive the light | | | | | | | |
d49 | Home above, home above, From this world | | | | | | | |
d50 | Home, home, home, Brightest beams, light the way | | | | | | | |
d51 | Honor him whose hands are sowing | | | | | | | |
d52 | How beautiful the woods appear | | | | | | | |
d53 | How cheering the thought, that the angels of God | | | | | | | |
d54 | How many lonely hours we see | | | | | | | |
d55 | How pure in [at] heart and sound in head | | | | | | | |
d56 | I will steer my bark | | | | | | | |
d57 | If you cannot on the ocean sail among [amongst] the swiftest fleet | | | | | | | |
d58 | I'm but a stranger [traveler] here, heaven is my home | | | | | | | |
d59 | In the angel's home in glory | | | | | | | |
d60 | In the dim recess of thy spirit's chamber | | | | | | | |
d61 | In the land of summer flowers straying | | | | | | | |
d62 | In the lone and silent midnight | | | | | | | |
d63 | In the silence of the midnight | | | | | | | |
d64 | In the twilight hours mid the breath of flowers | | | | | | | |
d65 | Joy is known beyond the sky | | | | | | | |
d66 | Joy, joy, joy, O the joy of the soul | | | | | | | |
d67 | Joy to the world, the darkness flies | | | | | | | |
d68 | Joyfully, joyfully, onward I [we] move | | | | | | | |
d69 | Leaf by leaf the roses fall | | | | | | | |
d70 | Let every creature join To praise the eternal God | | | | | | | |
d71 | Let monumental pillars rise | | | | | | | |
d72 | Life is onward, use it | | | | | | | |
d73 | Life is the hour that lies between | | | | | | | |
d74 | Listen, methinks I hear the angels singing | | | | | | | |
d75 | Look up o tear dimmed eye | | | | | | | |
d76 | Love all, there is no living thing | | | | | | | |
d77 | Loves that in the past lie scattered | | | | | | | |
d78 | Lying on my dying bed | | | | | | | |
d79 | Mediums, blessed is your mission | | | | | | | |
d80 | Meek and lowly, pure and holy | | | | | | | |
d81 | Merrily every bosom boundeth | | | | | | | |
d82 | More than building a showy mansion | | | | | | | |
d83 | Morn amid the mountains | | | | | | | |
d84 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
d85 | My God, all nature owns thy sway | | | | | | | |
d86 | My God, my Father [My God and Father], while [whilst] [though] I stray [pray] | | | | | | | |
d87 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
d88 | O beautiful, beautiful visions of joy | | | | | | | |
d89 | O come, come away, from error now oppressing | | | | | | | |
d90 | O give me a harp on the bright hills of glory | | | | | | | |
d91 | O home of love we sing of thee | | | | | | | |
d92 | O land of bliss, my heart now turns | | | | | | | |
d93 | O land so full of breaking hearts | | | | | | | |
d94 | O let not your hearts be troubled | | | | | | | |
d95 | O may this circle ever be | | | | | | | |
d96 | O sing to me of heaven When I am called to die | | | | | | | |
d97 | O tell me not there is no love | | | | | | | |
d98 | O the cheering dreams we know | | | | | | | |
d99 | O thou who biddest the sun | | | | | | | |
d100 | On the shore beyond the river | | | | | | | |