The Sacred Melodeon

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Editor: A. S. Hayden
Publisher: T. K. and P. G. Collins, Philadelphia, Penn., 1848
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d1A father is praying The Savior to hear
d2A home in heaven, what a joyful thought
d3A poor wayfaring man of grief Hath often crossed
d4Along the banks where Babel's current flows
d5As down a lone valley with cedars o'erspread
d6As down the calm river our light vessel glides
d7Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep
d8Awake, my soul, in [to] joyful [joyous] lays
d9Blow ye [you] the trumpet, blow
d10Brightest and best of the sons [stars] of the morning
d11Come, let us anew our journey pursue, Roll round
d12Come, O thou traveller unknown
d13Daughter of Zion, awake from thy sadness
d14Do this, and remember the blood that was shed
d15Ere I sleep, for every favor
d16Far from mortal cares retreating
d17Farewell, farewell, farewell, my [dear] friends
d18Feed my lambs, how condescending
d19Friends of freedom, swell the song
d20Gentlest of all in realms above
d21Glorious things of thee are spoken
d22Glory to Jesus for his love
d23Hail, sovereign love, that first began
d24Hail the blest morn when [see] the great Mediator
d25Hark, from the tomb [tombs] a doleful [warning] [mournful] sound
d26Hark, my soul, it is the Lord
d27Hast thou heard of the land where no sorrow
d28Head of thy [the] church triumphant
d29High in yonder realms of light
d30Ho ye remnant oppressed scattered bruised
d31Home, Home, can I forget thee
d32How beauteous are their [his] feet
d33How blest are they who always keep
d34How calm and beautiful the morn
d35How happy that immortal mind Who rests
d36How long, O Lord our Savior
d37How pleased and blest was I
d38How sweet, how [and] heavenly is the sight
d39How sweet to bless the Lord
d40How sweet to reflect on the [those] joys that await me [us]
d41I came to the spot where the White Pilgrim lay
d42I have fought the good fight
d43I hear thee speak of the better land
d44I love to steal awhile away
d45I'll forbid my vain aspiring
d46I'm a pilgrim and I'm a stranger, I can tarry
d47In time of fear, when trouble's near
d48Jerusalem, my happy home, name ever dear to me
d49Jesus drinks the bitter cup
d50Jesus, let thy pitying eye
d51Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly
d52Jesus, my [mine] [our] all, to heaven is [has] gone
d53Let songs of praises fill the sky
d54Lo the heavens are breaking
d55Lord, dismiss us with Thy [your] blessing, Fill our
d56Loud let the gospel trumpet sound
d57Love and union, Zion's basis
d58Mary to her [the] Savior's tomb
d59My Christian friends in bonds of love, whose hearts
d60My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty
d61My drowsy powers, why sleep ye [you] so
d62Now the winter has come
d63O choose the path of heavenly truth
d64O come, come away, from labor now reposing
d65O happy is the man [child] who [that] hears instruction's [religion's] [Messiah's] warning voice
d66O no, we cannot sing the songs made for Jehovah's Praise
d67O [Sweet] land for [of] rest for thee I sigh
d68O tell where you've laid him
d69O what is life, 'tis like a flower that blossoms and is gone
d70O when shall I [we] see Jesus and dwell [reign] with Him above
d71O you immortal throng of angels
d72Our bondage here [it] shall [will] end by and by
d73Our Father in heaven we hallow thy name
d74Pilgrim, the vision before thee is glorious
d75Praise the Lord, when blushing morning
d76Rejoice, rejoice, the promised time is coming
d77Rejoice, the Lord is King, Your God [Lord] and King adore
d78Salvation, O the joyful sound
d79Saw ye [you] my Savior, saw ye [you] my Savior
d80See where the rising sun
d81Shades of evening close not o'er us
d82Since Jesus freely [purely] did appear
d83Soon as breaks the dawn of day
d84Soon will the glorious morning dawn
d85Star of peace to wanderers weary [dreary]
d86Stay, father, stay, the night is wild
d87That awful day will surely come
d88That great, tremendous day's approaching
d89The Assyrian came down like the wolf
d90The breaking waves dashed high
d91The faithless world's promiscuous flow
d92The last lovely morning, all blooming and fair
d93The sun to the west has descended
d94The voice of free grace cries escape
d95The war in which the soldier fights
d96The year rolls round, and steals away
d97There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away
d98There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign
d99There is an hour of peaceful rest
d100This life's a dream, an empty show

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