The Sacred Harp. New ed.

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Editor: B. F. White, E. J. King
Publisher: S. C. Collins, Philadelphia, Penn., 1860
Denomination: Baptist hymnals (general)
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d1A few more days on earth to spend
d2A story most lovely I'll tell
d3Afflictions, though they seem severe
d4Am I a soldier of the cross
d5Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, That saved
d6Angels in shining order stand
d7Away from home, away from friends
d8Behold the morning sun
d9Brethren, we have met to worship, and adore the Lord our God
d10Burst, ye emerald [pearly] gates, and bring
d11Columbia, Columbia, to glory rise [arise]
d12Come away to the skies, my beloved, arise
d13Come brothers and sisters who love one another
d14Come, little children, now we [you] may partake
d15Dear friends [brothers] [brethren], farewell, I do you tell
d16Death, like an overflowing stream
d17Death, 'tis a melancholy day To those that have no God
d18Farewell, farewell, farewell, my [dear] friends
d19Farewell, vain world, I'm going home, My Savior smiles
d20From Greenland's icy mountains
d21God, my supporter and my hope
d22Good morning, brother pilgrim, What, marching [traveling] to Zion
d23Grace, 'tis a charming [cheering] [joyful] [pleasing] sound
d24Hail, solitude, thou gentle queen
d25Hail the blest morn when [see] the great Mediator
d26Hark, the jubilee is sounding
d27He dies, the friend of sinners dies
d28Here, in thy name, eternal God
d29Hither, ye faithful, haste with [in] songs of triumph
d30How blest the righteous when he dies
d31How bright is the day when the Christian
d32How long, dear Savior, O how long
d33How painfully pleasing the fond recollection Of youthful connections [emotions]
d34How pleasant, how [and] divinely fair
d35How sweet the name of Jesus sounds
d36How tedious and tasteless [restless and tiresome] the hours
d37I am a great complainer
d38I came to the place where the lone pilgrim lay
d39I find myself placed in a state of probation
d40I love my blessed Savior, I feel I'm in his favor
d41I'm dying, mother, dying now
d42In de dark wood, no Indian nigh
d43I've a long time heard that there will be a
d44Jesus, my [mine] [our] all, to heaven is [has] gone
d45Lift up your hearts, Immanuel's friends
d46Lord of the worlds above, How pleasant and how fair
d47Mid [midst] scenes of confusion and creature complaints
d48Must Simon bear the [his] cross alone
d49My Christian friends in bonds of love, whose hearts
d50My days, my [and] weeks, my [and] months, my [and] years
d51My spirit looks to God alone My rock and refuge
d52O come, come away, from labor now reposing
d53O for a closer walk with God
d54O for a shout of sacred joy
d55O once I had a glorious view of my redeeming Lord
d56O seek ye heaven, a golden land
d57O sing to me of heaven
d58O tell me no more of this [the] world's vain [vain world's] store
d59O when shall I [we] see Jesus and dwell [reign] with Him above
d60O [When] thou my righteous Judge shall [shalt] come
d61On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye
d62Once more, my soul, the rising day salutes thy waking eyes
d63Our bondage here [it] shall [will] end by and by
d64Religion is the chief concern
d65Salvation, O the joyful sound
d66See how the wicked kingdom
d67Shed not a tear, o'er your friend's early bier
d68Shepherds, rejoice, lift up your eyes
d69Sinners, perhaps this news with you
d70Soldiers of the cross, arise, lo, your Captain
d71The chariot, the chariot, its wheels roll [in] fire
d72The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear
d73The happy day will soon appear
d74The Lord will happiness divine on contrite hearts bestow
d75The men of grace have found Glory
d76The people called Christians
d77There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away
d78There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign
d79Thou art gone to the grave but we will not deplore thee
d80Throughout our widespread union
d81To leave my dear friends, and with [from] my neighbors [kindred] to depart
d82To our Redeemer's glorious name, awake the sacred song
d83Wake, O my soul, and hail the morn [dawn]
d84Watchman, tell us of the night
d85Well may thy servants mourn, my God
d86We're traveling home to heaven above
d87What ship is this that will [shall] take us all home
d88What's this that rises in my soul [in my soul is rising]
d89What's this that steals, that steals upon my frame
d90When, his salvation bringing [sending]
d91When I can read my title clear
d92While beauty and youth are in their full prime
d93While traveling through the world below
d94Why should we at our lots complain
d95With thankfulness we will adore
d96Young people, all, attention give
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