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d1 | A few more days on earth to spend | | | | | | | |
d2 | A story most lovely I'll tell | | | | | | | |
d3 | Afflictions, though they seem severe | | | | | | | |
d4 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
d5 | Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, That saved | | | | | | | |
d6 | Angels in shining order stand | | | | | | | |
d7 | Away from home, away from friends | | | | | | | |
d8 | Behold the morning sun | | | | | | | |
d9 | Brethren, we have met to worship, and adore the Lord our God | | | | | | | |
d10 | Burst, ye emerald [pearly] gates, and bring | | | | | | | |
d11 | Columbia, Columbia, to glory rise [arise] | | | | | | | |
d12 | Come away to the skies, my beloved, arise | | | | | | | |
d13 | Come brothers and sisters who love one another | | | | | | | |
d14 | Come, little children, now we [you] may partake | | | | | | | |
d15 | Dear friends [brothers] [brethren], farewell, I do you tell | | | | | | | |
d16 | Death, like an overflowing stream | | | | | | | |
d17 | Death, 'tis a melancholy day To those that have no God | | | | | | | |
d18 | Farewell, farewell, farewell, my [dear] friends | | | | | | | |
d19 | Farewell, vain world, I'm going home, My Savior smiles | | | | | | | |
d20 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
d21 | God, my supporter and my hope | | | | | | | |
d22 | Good morning, brother pilgrim, What, marching [traveling] to Zion | | | | | | | |
d23 | Grace, 'tis a charming [cheering] [joyful] [pleasing] sound | | | | | | | |
d24 | Hail, solitude, thou gentle queen | | | | | | | |
d25 | Hail the blest morn when [see] the great Mediator | | | | | | | |
d26 | Hark, the jubilee is sounding | | | | | | | |
d27 | He dies, the friend of sinners dies | | | | | | | |
d28 | Here, in thy name, eternal God | | | | | | | |
d29 | Hither, ye faithful, haste with [in] songs of triumph | | | | | | | |
d30 | How blest the righteous when he dies | | | | | | | |
d31 | How bright is the day when the Christian | | | | | | | |
d32 | How long, dear Savior, O how long | | | | | | | |
d33 | How painfully pleasing the fond recollection Of youthful connections [emotions] | | | | | | | |
d34 | How pleasant, how [and] divinely fair | | | | | | | |
d35 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
d36 | How tedious and tasteless [restless and tiresome] the hours | | | | | | | |
d37 | I am a great complainer | | | | | | | |
d38 | I came to the place where the lone pilgrim lay | | | | | | | |
d39 | I find myself placed in a state of probation | | | | | | | |
d40 | I love my blessed Savior, I feel I'm in his favor | | | | | | | |
d41 | I'm dying, mother, dying now | | | | | | | |
d42 | In de dark wood, no Indian nigh | | | | | | | |
d43 | I've a long time heard that there will be a | | | | | | | |
d44 | Jesus, my [mine] [our] all, to heaven is [has] gone | | | | | | | |
d45 | Lift up your hearts, Immanuel's friends | | | | | | | |
d46 | Lord of the worlds above, How pleasant and how fair | | | | | | | |
d47 | Mid [midst] scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
d48 | Must Simon bear the [his] cross alone | | | | | | | |
d49 | My Christian friends in bonds of love, whose hearts | | | | | | | |
d50 | My days, my [and] weeks, my [and] months, my [and] years | | | | | | | |
d51 | My spirit looks to God alone My rock and refuge | | | | | | | |
d52 | O come, come away, from labor now reposing | | | | | | | |
d53 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
d54 | O for a shout of sacred joy | | | | | | | |
d55 | O once I had a glorious view of my redeeming Lord | | | | | | | |
d56 | O seek ye heaven, a golden land | | | | | | | |
d57 | O sing to me of heaven | | | | | | | |
d58 | O tell me no more of this [the] world's vain [vain world's] store | | | | | | | |
d59 | O when shall I [we] see Jesus and dwell [reign] with Him above | | | | | | | |
d60 | O [When] thou my righteous Judge shall [shalt] come | | | | | | | |
d61 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
d62 | Once more, my soul, the rising day salutes thy waking eyes | | | | | | | |
d63 | Our bondage here [it] shall [will] end by and by | | | | | | | |
d64 | Religion is the chief concern | | | | | | | |
d65 | Salvation, O the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
d66 | See how the wicked kingdom | | | | | | | |
d67 | Shed not a tear, o'er your friend's early bier | | | | | | | |
d68 | Shepherds, rejoice, lift up your eyes | | | | | | | |
d69 | Sinners, perhaps this news with you | | | | | | | |
d70 | Soldiers of the cross, arise, lo, your Captain | | | | | | | |
d71 | The chariot, the chariot, its wheels roll [in] fire | | | | | | | |
d72 | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
d73 | The happy day will soon appear | | | | | | | |
d74 | The Lord will happiness divine on contrite hearts bestow | | | | | | | |
d75 | The men of grace have found Glory | | | | | | | |
d76 | The people called Christians | | | | | | | |
d77 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | | | |
d78 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d79 | Thou art gone to the grave but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
d80 | Throughout our widespread union | | | | | | | |
d81 | To leave my dear friends, and with [from] my neighbors [kindred] to depart | | | | | | | |
d82 | To our Redeemer's glorious name, awake the sacred song | | | | | | | |
d83 | Wake, O my soul, and hail the morn [dawn] | | | | | | | |
d84 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d85 | Well may thy servants mourn, my God | | | | | | | |
d86 | We're traveling home to heaven above | | | | | | | |
d87 | What ship is this that will [shall] take us all home | | | | | | | |
d88 | What's this that rises in my soul [in my soul is rising] | | | | | | | |
d89 | What's this that steals, that steals upon my frame | | | | | | | |
d90 | When, his salvation bringing [sending] | | | | | | | |
d91 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d92 | While beauty and youth are in their full prime | | | | | | | |
d93 | While traveling through the world below | | | | | | | |
d94 | Why should we at our lots complain | | | | | | | |
d95 | With thankfulness we will adore | | | | | | | |
d96 | Young people, all, attention give | | | | | | | |