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d1 | A home in heaven, what a joyful thought | | | | | | | |
d2 | A poor wayfaring man of grief Hath often crossed | | | | | | | |
d3 | A voice from the savage, a voice from the slave | | | | | | | |
d4 | Accept our thanks for all your love | | | | | | | |
d5 | Adieu, my dear brethren, adieu | | | | | | | |
d6 | Afflictions, though they seem severe | | | | | | | |
d7 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
d8 | All ye that pass by | | | | | | | |
d9 | Along the banks where Babel's current flows | | | | | | | |
d10 | Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, That saved | | | | | | | |
d11 | An alien from God, and a stranger to grace | | | | | | | |
d12 | Angel [Angels], roll the rock [stone] away | | | | | | | |
d13 | Approach, my soul, the mercy seat | | | | | | | |
d14 | Attend, young friends, while [whilst] I relate | | | | | | | |
d15 | Awake, my faith, and bring to view | | | | | | | |
d16 | Awake, my soul, in [to] joyful [joyous] lays | | | | | | | |
d17 | Awake our drowsy souls, shake off | | | | | | | |
d18 | Awake, thy song, O earth | | | | | | | |
d19 | Awake, ye saints, and raise [lift] your eyes | | | | | | | |
d20 | Awaked by Sinai's awful sound | | | | | | | |
d21 | Away from his home and the friends of his youth | | | | | | | |
d22 | Be present at our lovefeast, Lord | | | | | | | |
d23 | Behold the pilgrim as he dies | | | | | | | |
d24 | Behold the wretch whose lust and wine | | | | | | | |
d25 | Blest hour, when mortal man retires [aspires] | | | | | | | |
d26 | Brethren farewell I do you tell | | | | | | | |
d27 | Brethren here are mourners pleading | | | | | | | |
d28 | Brethren, we have met to worship, and adore the Lord our God | | | | | | | |
d29 | Brethren, while we sojourn here | | | | | | | |
d30 | Burst, ye emerald [pearly] gates, and bring | | | | | | | |
d31 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
d32 | By faith I view my Savior dying | | | | | | | |
d33 | By faith we view fair Canaan's coast | | | | | | | |
d34 | By whom was David taught | | | | | | | |
d35 | Child of sin and sorrow, Filled with dismay | | | | | | | |
d36 | Come and taste along with me, consolation running free | | | | | | | |
d37 | Come brethren dear, who know the Lord | | | | | | | |
d38 | Come, children, let your voices rise | | | | | | | |
d39 | Come, gentle sleep, these eyelids close | | | | | | | |
d40 | Come, let us join our friends above, who [that] have obtained the prize | | | | | | | |
d41 | Come, my brethren, let us try | | | | | | | |
d42 | Come, my soul, thy suit prepare | | | | | | | |
d43 | Come sound his praise [name] abroad, And hymns | | | | | | | |
d44 | Come, trembling sinner, from thy seat | | | | | | | |
d45 | Come, trembling sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
d46 | Come, ye weary sinners, come | | | | | | | |
d47 | Come, ye [you] disconsolate, where'er ye [you] languish | | | | | | | |
d48 | Creator, Preserver, Redeemer of men | | | | | | | |
d49 | Daughter of Zion, awake from thy sadness | | | | | | | |
d50 | Day of judgment, day of wonders | | | | | | | |
d51 | Days of my youth, ye have glided away | | | | | | | |
d52 | Death shall not destroy my comfort [comforts], Christ shall guide me through the gloom | | | | | | | |
d53 | Draw nigh to us, Jehovah | | | | | | | |
d54 | Drooping souls no longer grieve, Heaven | | | | | | | |
d55 | Earth to earth and dust to dust, here the evil and the just | | | | | | | |
d56 | Encompassed with clouds of distress | | | | | | | |
d57 | Endless praises to our Lord God | | | | | | | |
d58 | Far above yon glorious ceiling | | | | | | | |
d59 | Far from my [our] thoughts, vain world, be gone | | | | | | | |
d60 | Farewell, dear friends, I must be gone | | | | | | | |
d61 | Farewell, my dear brethren, the time is at hand | | | | | | | |
d62 | Farewell to thee, brother | | | | | | | |
d63 | Father, I long, I faint to see The place of thine abode | | | | | | | |
d64 | Firmly, brethren, firmly stand | | | | | | | |
d65 | Forever with the Lord [our God], amen, so let it be | | | | | | | |
d66 | Friend after friend departs | | | | | | | |
d67 | From all that's mortal, all that's vain | | | | | | | |
d68 | From every stormy wind [sense] that blows | | | | | | | |
d69 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
d70 | From the regions of love, lo, an angel descended | | | | | | | |
d71 | Give thanks to God most high | | | | | | | |
d72 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
d73 | Glory to God on high, Let earth and skies reply | | | | | | | |
d74 | Go forth to distant lands | | | | | | | |
d75 | God and his law are my delight | | | | | | | |
d76 | God counts the sorrows of his saints | | | | | | | |
d77 | God of our fathers, whose right hand | | | | | | | |
d78 | Grace, 'tis a charming [cheering] [joyful] [pleasing] sound | | | | | | | |
d79 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
d80 | Hail, happy day, when Christ, the Son | | | | | | | |
d81 | Hail, sweetest, dearest, tie that binds | | | | | | | |
d82 | Hail the blest morn when [see] the great Mediator | | | | | | | |
d83 | Hail the day that brought our freedom | | | | | | | |
d84 | Hail to the Lord's anointed | | | | | | | |
d85 | Hail ye sighing sons of sorrow | | | | | | | |
d86 | Hark, the voice of love and mercy | | | | | | | |
d87 | Haste, again, ye days of grace | | | | | | | |
d88 | Hear the royal proclamation, the glad tidings | | | | | | | |
d89 | Heaven is a place of endless rest | | | | | | | |
d90 | His vestments of righteousness | | | | | | | |
d91 | Hither, ye faithful, haste with [in] songs of triumph | | | | | | | |
d92 | Holy Bible, book divine, Precious treasure, thou art mine | | | | | | | |
d93 | How blest the place where Jesus is | | | | | | | |
d94 | How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d95 | How happy are the new born race | | | | | | | |
d96 | How lovely, how divinely sweet | | | | | | | |
d97 | How painfully pleasing the fond recollection Of youthful connections [emotions] | | | | | | | |
d98 | How peaceful is the closing scene | | | | | | | |
d99 | How pleasant 'tis to see | | | | | | | |
d100 | How sad are the moments when wandering from God | | | | | | | |