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d1 | A beautiful land of joy I see | | | | | | | |
d2 | A myriad host in the summer-land | | | | | | | |
d3 | Angels bright are drawing near | | | | | | | |
d4 | Awake, my soul, thy sacred song | | | | | | | |
d5 | Blest be the tie that binds our hearts in Christian love | | | | | | | |
d6 | Come all ye loved to wisdom's mountain | | | | | | | |
d7 | Come, gentle spirits, to us now | | | | | | | |
d8 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
d9 | Courage, faint heart, why all these fears | | | | | | | |
d10 | Father, thy paternal care | | | | | | | |
d11 | Flee, as a bird, to your [yon] [the] mountain | | | | | | | |
d12 | Forward, the day is breaking | | | | | | | |
d13 | Gentle twilight, softly stealing | | | | | | | |
d14 | God is love, his mercy brightens | | | | | | | |
d15 | God's name hold in reverance | | | | | | | |
d16 | Hail, great Creator, wise and good | | | | | | | |
d17 | Heavenly Father we beseeach thee, great thy | | | | | | | |
d18 | Here again in sweet communion | | | | | | | |
d19 | Ho, my comrades, see the signal waving | | | | | | | |
d20 | How cheering the thought, that the angels of God | | | | | | | |
d21 | I am persuaded, now to believe | | | | | | | |
d22 | I need thee every hour, most gracious Lord | | | | | | | |
d23 | I'm but a stranger [traveler] here, heaven is my home | | | | | | | |
d24 | I'm so glad that our Father in heaven | | | | | | | |
d25 | In the silence of the midnight | | | | | | | |
d26 | Joy is known beyond the sky | | | | | | | |
d27 | Joy to the world, the darkness flies | | | | | | | |
d28 | Joyfully, joyfully, onward I [we] move | | | | | | | |
d29 | Leaf by leaf the roses fall | | | | | | | |
d30 | Lo in joy our voices raising | | | | | | | |
d31 | Morn amid the mountains | | | | | | | |
d32 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
d33 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
d34 | Nearer to thee, my home | | | | | | | |
d35 | O give me a harp on the bright hills of glory | | | | | | | |
d36 | O sing to me of heaven When I am called to die | | | | | | | |
d37 | O think of the home over there, By the side of the river | | | | | | | |
d38 | On the shore beyond the river | | | | | | | |
d39 | One by one, the sands are flowing | | | | | | | |
d40 | Onward, onward, slow and steady | | | | | | | |
d41 | Our Father ever giveth | | | | | | | |
d42 | Pass me not, O heavenly Father | | | | | | | |
d43 | Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky | | | | | | | |
d44 | Shall we gather at [by] the river, Where bright angel feet have trod | | | | | | | |
d45 | Shall we meet beyond the river, where the surges | | | | | | | |
d46 | Sowing the [their] seed by the daylight [dawnlight] fair | | | | | | | |
d47 | Speak gently, it is better far | | | | | | | |
d48 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d49 | Sweet sister spirits, come | | | | | | | |
d50 | The hosts of God, they come to us | | | | | | | |
d51 | The world hath felt a quickening breath | | | | | | | |
d52 | There is a gate that stands ajar And through its portals gleaming | | | | | | | |
d53 | There's a land that is fairer [brighter] than day | | | | | | | |
d54 | They hover around us, bright angels are near | | | | | | | |
d55 | This world of strife is not our home | | | | | | | |
d56 | Though far o'er the wide earth our footsteps | | | | | | | |
d57 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d58 | We are waiting by the river | | | | | | | |
d59 | We shall meet beyond the river, bye and bye | | | | | | | |
d60 | When in the busy haunts of men | | | | | | | |
d61 | When the mists have [mist has] rolled in splendor | | | | | | | |
d62 | Work, for the night is coming, work through the morning hours | | | | | | | |