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d1 | Ah, guilty sinner, ruined by transgression | | | | | | | |
d2 | All hail the great Immanuel's name | | | | | | | |
d3 | Are we almost there? are we almost there | | | | | | | |
d4 | Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
d5 | Buried beneath the yielding wave | | | | | | | |
d6 | Buried with Christ, yes, thus we lie | | | | | | | |
d7 | Christian, the morn breaks sweetly [gently] o'er thee | | | | | | | |
d8 | Death's not the gate of paradise | | | | | | | |
d9 | From every stormy wind [sense] that blows | | | | | | | |
d10 | Glad tidings, glad tidings, the Kingdom is near | | | | | | | |
d11 | Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning | | | | | | | |
d12 | Hark, the gospel trump is sounding | | | | | | | |
d13 | Hear the glorious proclamation | | | | | | | |
d14 | Here o'er the earth as a stranger I roam | | | | | | | |
d15 | How cheering is the Christian's hope | | | | | | | |
d16 | How long, O Lord our Savior | | | | | | | |
d17 | How long shall death, the tyrant, reign | | | | | | | |
d18 | How sweet the Christian's hope to me | | | | | | | |
d19 | I walk a lonely pilgrim here | | | | | | | |
d20 | I'm a pilgrim and I'm a stranger, I can tarry | | | | | | | |
d21 | I'm glad I ever heard the cry | | | | | | | |
d22 | I'm glad to know that Christ shall reign | | | | | | | |
d23 | I'm weary of straying [sighing] O fain would [when shall] I rest | | | | | | | |
d24 | In the midst of temptation and sorrow | | | | | | | |
d25 | Jerusalem, my happy home | | | | | | | |
d26 | Jesus died on Calvary's mountain, Long | | | | | | | |
d27 | Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave | | | | | | | |
d28 | Jesus invites his saints | | | | | | | |
d29 | Jesus, my [mine] [our] all, to heaven is [has] gone | | | | | | | |
d30 | Joyfully, joyfully onward I roam | | | | | | | |
d31 | Lift up your hearts, Immanuel's friends | | | | | | | |
d32 | Lo he comes with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
d33 | Lo the time hastens on | | | | | | | |
d34 | Lo what a glorious sight appears | | | | | | | |
d35 | Lonely and weary by sorrows oppressed | | | | | | | |
d36 | Mark that pilgrim, lowly bending | | | | | | | |
d37 | Must Simon bear the [his] cross alone | | | | | | | |
d38 | My Bible leads to glory | | | | | | | |
d39 | My heart was cold, lukewarm was I | | | | | | | |
d40 | My soul is happy when I hear The Savior is so | | | | | | | |
d41 | No peace in all this world I promise thee | | | | | | | |
d42 | O come, come away, for time's career is closing | | | | | | | |
d43 | O for a glance of heavenly day | | | | | | | |
d44 | O hail, happy day, that speaks our trials ended | | | | | | | |
d45 | O how I long to see that [the] day | | | | | | | |
d46 | O love not the world, for 'tis passing away | | | | | | | |
d47 | Our Father who in heaven art, Hallowed be thy name | | | | | | | |
d48 | Out on an ocean all boundless we ride | | | | | | | |
d49 | Rejoice, rejoice, the promised time is coming | | | | | | | |
d50 | Righteous God, whose vengeful vials | | | | | | | |
d51 | Sailor on morn breaks o'er thee | | | | | | | |
d52 | Salem's bright King Jesus by name | | | | | | | |
d53 | Shall I for fear of feeble man | | | | | | | |
d54 | Since man by sin has lost [gone from] [strayed from] his God | | | | | | | |
d55 | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
d56 | Son of God, thy people's [people] shield | | | | | | | |
d57 | Star of our hope, he'll soon appear | | | | | | | |
d58 | Tell us, O Christian, we would know | | | | | | | |
d59 | The Bible, the Bible, More precious than gold | | | | | | | |
d60 | The chariot, the chariot, its wheels roll [in] fire | | | | | | | |
d61 | The friends that flee when trials come | | | | | | | |
d62 | The glorious day is coming, The hour is rolling on | | | | | | | |
d63 | The groaning earth is too dark and drear | | | | | | | |
d64 | The last lovely morning, all blooming and fair | | | | | | | |
d65 | The Lord shall [will] come, the earth shall [will] quake | | | | | | | |
d66 | The night was dark and dreary | | | | | | | |
d67 | The pearl that [the] worldlings covet | | | | | | | |
d68 | The pure testimony put [poured] forth in the spirit | | | | | | | |
d69 | The Savior comes his advent's nigh | | | | | | | |
d70 | There is a holy city, A happy place above | | | | | | | |
d71 | There is a world to come, Blessed and pure | | | | | | | |
d72 | Thy broken body, gracious Lord, is shadowed | | | | | | | |
d73 | Thy kingdom come, thus, day by day | | | | | | | |
d74 | Thy word is a lamp to my feet | | | | | | | |
d75 | 'Tis the last call of mercy that lingers for thee | | | | | | | |
d76 | Today the Savior calls, ye wanderers come | | | | | | | |
d77 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d78 | We are voyagers on an ocean, and our destiny we know | | | | | | | |
d79 | We have heard from the [that] bright [and] the [that] better [holy] land | | | | | | | |
d80 | We shall see a light appear | | | | | | | |
d81 | We shall see the Savior coming | | | | | | | |
d82 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
d83 | We're going home, we've had visions bright | | | | | | | |
d84 | We're looking for a city When Eden is restored | | | | | | | |
d85 | What vessel are you sailing in | | | | | | | |
d86 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
d87 | When shall the voice of singing flow | | | | | | | |
d88 | When shall we meet again, Meet ne'er [more] to sever | | | | | | | |
d89 | While nature was sinking in stillness to rest | | | | | | | |
d90 | Why sleep ye [we], my brethren; come, let us arise | | | | | | | |
d91 | Will you go, sinner, go to the highlands of heaven | | | | | | | |
d92 | Worthy, worthy is the Lamb | | | | | | | |
d93 | Ye who rose to meet the Lord | | | | | | | |
d94 | Yes, he will come, though Pharisee and learned doctor disagree | | | | | | | |
d95 | You will see your [the] Lord acoming | | | | | | | |