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d101 | O Zion [Sion], haste, thy [your] mission high fulfilling | | | | | | | |
d102 | Once in royal David's city stood a lowly cattle shed | | | | | | | |
d103 | Once more, dear home, I with rapture | | | | | | | |
d104 | Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, With the cross | | | | | | | |
d105 | Rejoice, ye pure in heart | | | | | | | |
d106 | Savior again to Thy dear name we raise | | | | | | | |
d107 | Savior, like a shepherd lead us | | | | | | | |
d108 | Savior, [Say], who thy flock are [art] feeding | | | | | | | |
d109 | Savior, teach me, day by day, love's sweet lesson to obey | | | | | | | |
d110 | Silent night, holy night, all is calm, all is bright | | | | | | | |
d111 | Sing with all the sons of glory | | | | | | | |
d112 | Softly now the light of day | | | | | | | |
d113 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
d114 | Standing at the portal of the opening year | | | | | | | |
d115 | Still, still with thee, when purple morning breaketh | | | | | | | |
d116 | Sun of my soul [our souls], thou [my] [O] Savior [Father] dear | | | | | | | |
d117 | Take my life, and let it be, consecrated | | | | | | | |
d118 | Tell me the old, old story of unseen things above | | | | | | | |
d119 | The day of resurrection! Earth tell it out abroad | | | | | | | |
d120 | The first Noel, the angel did say | | | | | | | |
d121 | The heavens resound with his praises eternal | | | | | | | |
d122 | The King of love my shepherd is | | | | | | | |
d123 | The shadows of the evening hours | | | | | | | |
d124 | The Son of God goes forth to war | | | | | | | |
d125 | The spacious firmament on high | | | | | | | |
d126 | The strife is o'er the battle done | | | | | | | |
d127 | The year's at the spring And day's at the morn | | | | | | | |
d128 | There's a Friend for little children | | | | | | | |
d129 | There's a wideness in God's mercy | | | | | | | |
d130 | Thy word is like a garden, Lord | | | | | | | |
d131 | To him from whom our blessings flow | | | | | | | |
d132 | To thee, O country, great and free | | | | | | | |
d133 | Unfold, unfold, unfold ye portals everlasting | | | | | | | |
d134 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d135 | We gather together to ask the Lord's blessing | | | | | | | |
d136 | We march, we march to victory | | | | | | | |
d137 | We may not climb the heavenly steeps | | | | | | | |
d138 | We plough [plow] the fields and scatter | | | | | | | |
d139 | We thank thee, God, for food | | | | | | | |
d140 | We thank thee, Lord, for this fair earth | | | | | | | |
d141 | We three kings of [from] Orient are | | | | | | | |
d142 | When morning gilds the skies | | | | | | | |
d143 | Where'er you walk cool gales shall | | | | | | | |
d144 | While shepherds watch [watched] their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
d145 | With heart and voice in one accord | | | | | | | |
d146 | With songs and honors sounding loud | | | | | | | |
d147 | Work, for the night is coming, work through the morning hours | | | | | | | |
d148 | Ye watchers and ye holy ones | | | | | | | |
d149 | Zion [Sion], the marvelous story be telling | | | | | | | |