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d1 | A soldier, Lord, Thou hast me made | | | | | | | |
d2 | A thousand oracles divine Their common | | | | | | | |
d3 | Ah why this long and lingering pain | | | | | | | |
d4 | All hail my dear companion | | | | | | | |
d5 | All hail, redeeming Lord, Sweet day spring from on high | | | | | | | |
d6 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
d7 | Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, That saved | | | | | | | |
d8 | An alien from God, and a stranger to grace | | | | | | | |
d9 | An heir of endless bliss | | | | | | | |
d10 | Another six days' work is done | | | | | | | |
d11 | Approach, my soul, the mercy seat | | | | | | | |
d12 | Arise and shine, O Zion fair | | | | | | | |
d13 | Arise, O Zion, rise and shine | | | | | | | |
d14 | As on the cross the Savior hung | | | | | | | |
d15 | Awake, my soul, and hear the sigh | | | | | | | |
d16 | Awake, my soul, in [to] joyful [joyous] lays | | | | | | | |
d17 | Behold the throne of grace | | | | | | | |
d18 | Blest is the man whose tender heart | | | | | | | |
d19 | Brethren, see my Jesus coming | | | | | | | |
d20 | Brethren, we have met to worship, and adore the Lord our God | | | | | | | |
d21 | By nature we are prone to sin | | | | | | | |
d22 | Camp meetings with success are crowned | | | | | | | |
d23 | Christian, see the orient morning | | | | | | | |
d24 | Come, all my partners in distress | | | | | | | |
d25 | Come and taste along with me, consolation running free | | | | | | | |
d26 | Come, brethren, ye [we] that [who] love the Lord | | | | | | | |
d27 | Come, let us anew our journey pursue, The day | | | | | | | |
d28 | Come, my Christian friends and brethren | | | | | | | |
d29 | Come, my soul, and let us try, For a little season | | | | | | | |
d30 | Come, saints and sinners, hear me tell | | | | | | | |
d31 | Come, with your sore diseases | | | | | | | |
d32 | Creation calls aloud for praise | | | | | | | |
d33 | Dear friends for a week we must part | | | | | | | |
d34 | Drooping souls no longer grieve, Heaven | | | | | | | |
d35 | Every moment brings me nearer | | | | | | | |
d36 | Exulting, rejoicing, hail the happy morning | | | | | | | |
d37 | Fare ye well, ye favorite few | | | | | | | |
d38 | Farewell, dear friend [friends], I must be gone | | | | | | | |
d39 | Folly builds high upon the sand | | | | | | | |
d40 | From every stormy wind [sense] that blows | | | | | | | |
d41 | From the regions of love, lo, an angel descended | | | | | | | |
d42 | Glory to thee, my [our] God [O Lord], this night [day] | | | | | | | |
d43 | Go labor in the vineyard | | | | | | | |
d44 | Grace, 'tis a charming [cheering] [joyful] [pleasing] sound | | | | | | | |
d45 | Gracious Father, gracious Lord | | | | | | | |
d46 | Great God, thy penetrating eye | | | | | | | |
d47 | Great God, to thee I make | | | | | | | |
d48 | Great God, to thee my evening song | | | | | | | |
d49 | Great is the Lord on Zion's hill | | | | | | | |
d50 | Great Source from whom all blessings flow | | | | | | | |
d51 | Hail, my ever blessed Jesus | | | | | | | |
d52 | Hail the blest morn when [see] the great Mediator | | | | | | | |
d53 | Hail the gospel jubilee | | | | | | | |
d54 | Happy soul, thy days are ended [ending] | | | | | | | |
d55 | Hark, the gospel news is sounding | | | | | | | |
d56 | Hark, the song of jubilee | | | | | | | |
d57 | He comes, he comes, the judge severe | | | | | | | |
d58 | Hear the royal proclamation, the glad tidings | | | | | | | |
d59 | Hear what the voice from heaven declares | | | | | | | |
d60 | Heaven has confirmed the great [dread] decree | | | | | | | |
d61 | Heavenly thoughts [views] create my song | | | | | | | |
d62 | His inward enemies are gone | | | | | | | |
d63 | His vestments of righteousness | | | | | | | |
d64 | Hither, ye faithful, haste with [in] songs of triumph | | | | | | | |
d65 | How happy every child of grace, The soul that's filled | | | | | | | |
d66 | How happy is the Christian's state [mind] | | | | | | | |
d67 | How helpless guilty [fallen] nature lies | | | | | | | |
d68 | How precious is the book divine | | | | | | | |
d69 | How prone are professors to rest on their lees | | | | | | | |
d70 | How sweet, how [and] heavenly is the sight | | | | | | | |
d71 | I hear the voice of woe, I hear a brother's sigh | | | | | | | |
d72 | I thirst, but not as once I did | | | | | | | |
d73 | I'm on my way to Canaan, I [I'll] bid this world farewell | | | | | | | |
d74 | I'm tired with [of] visits, modes and forms | | | | | | | |
d75 | I've listed [enlisted] in the holy war | | | | | | | |
d76 | Jesus hath devised a plan | | | | | | | |
d77 | Jesus, thou art the sinner's friend | | | | | | | |
d78 | Let all who make the Lord their choice | | | | | | | |
d79 | Let heaven and earth with me unite | | | | | | | |
d80 | Let party names no more | | | | | | | |
d81 | Let strife forever cease | | | | | | | |
d82 | Let thy Kingdom, blessed Savior | | | | | | | |
d83 | Lift up your hearts, Immanuel's friends | | | | | | | |
d84 | Lord, in the morning I will send | | | | | | | |
d85 | Man in his first creation | | | | | | | |
d86 | Mid [midst] scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
d87 | Mine eyes are now closing to rest | | | | | | | |
d88 | Mortals, awake, with angels join | | | | | | | |
d89 | My brethren all, on you I call | | | | | | | |
d90 | My loving fellow travelers | | | | | | | |
d91 | No one is like Jeshurun's God | | | | | | | |
d92 | O disclose thy lovely face | | | | | | | |
d93 | O hearken sinners, we have come [cause] to warn you of your danger | | | | | | | |
d94 | O how charming, O how charming is the radiant band | | | | | | | |
d95 | O how pleasant, O how pleasant | | | | | | | |
d96 | O Jesus, my Savior, I know thou art mine | | | | | | | |
d97 | O love divine, what hast thou done | | | | | | | |
d98 | O that I had a secret place | | | | | | | |
d99 | O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight | | | | | | | |
d100 | O what amazing words of grace Are in the gospel found | | | | | | | |