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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 | | | | | | | |
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