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d1 | A charge to keep I have, A God to glorify | | | | | | | |
d2 | A poor wayfaring man of grief Hath often crossed | | | | | | | |
d3 | A soldier of the cross am I | | | | | | | |
d4 | Afflicted saint [saints] [soul] [souls], to Christ [God] draw near | | | | | | | |
d5 | Ah, guilty sinner, ruined by transgression | | | | | | | |
d6 | All hail the great Immanuel's name | | | | | | | |
d7 | All those who seek a throne of grace | | | | | | | |
d8 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
d9 | Arise and shine, O Zion fair | | | | | | | |
d10 | Arise, my soul, arise, shake off | | | | | | | |
d11 | Arise, my soul, to Pisgah's height | | | | | | | |
d12 | As near to Calvary I pass | | | | | | | |
d13 | Attend, ye saints, and hear me tell | | | | | | | |
d14 | Awake, my soul, in [to] joyful [joyous] lays | | | | | | | |
d15 | Away my doubts, begone my fears | | | | | | | |
d16 | Be kind to thy [your] father, for when thou [you] wert [wast] [were] young | | | | | | | |
d17 | Beneath our feet and o'er our head | | | | | | | |
d18 | Beside the gospel pool Appointed for the poor | | | | | | | |
d19 | Brethren, while we sojourn here | | | | | | | |
d20 | By whom was David taught | | | | | | | |
d21 | Children of Zion, what harp notes are stealing | | | | | | | |
d22 | Come, all ye mourning pilgrims now, The joyful news I'll tell | | | | | | | |
d23 | Come, all ye sons of Zion | | | | | | | |
d24 | Come all ye weary travelers | | | | | | | |
d25 | Come and taste along with me, consolation running free | | | | | | | |
d26 | Come brethren, and rejoice with me | | | | | | | |
d27 | Come, brothers, will you go along with me | | | | | | | |
d28 | Come, humble sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
d29 | Come, my brethren, let us try | | | | | | | |
d30 | Come, poor sinner, seek the Savior | | | | | | | |
d31 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
d32 | Come, we [ye] [you] that love the Lord indeed | | | | | | | |
d33 | Come, ye converts, come and welcome | | | | | | | |
d34 | Come, ye [you] [we] that [who] love the Lord [Christ], And let your [our] joys | | | | | | | |
d35 | Daniel's wisdom may I know, Stephen's faith | | | | | | | |
d36 | Dark and thorny [stormy] is the desert | | | | | | | |
d37 | Dear Christian friends, in bonds of love | | | | | | | |
d38 | Dear refuge of my [the] weary soul, On thee, when sorows rise | | | | | | | |
d39 | Encompassed with clouds of distress | | | | | | | |
d40 | Encouraged by thy word | | | | | | | |
d41 | Far from my [our] thoughts, vain world, be gone | | | | | | | |
d42 | Farewell, dear friend [friends], a short farewell | | | | | | | |
d43 | Farewell, dear friends, I must be gone | | | | | | | |
d44 | Farewell, my brethren, all farewell | | | | | | | |
d45 | Farewell, my [dear] brethren in the Lord | | | | | | | |
d46 | Farewell, my dear brethren, the time is at hand | | | | | | | |
d47 | Father, I long, I faint to see The place of thine abode | | | | | | | |
d48 | Fly away to the promised land | | | | | | | |
d49 | Friends, for whom a Savior died | | | | | | | |
d50 | From all that's mortal, all that's vain | | | | | | | |
d51 | From every stormy wind [sense] that blows | | | | | | | |
d52 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
d53 | From whence doth [does] this [the] union arise | | | | | | | |
d54 | Glory to God that I have found | | | | | | | |
d55 | Go, when the morning shineth | | | | | | | |
d56 | God of my [our] life, to [on] thee I [we] call | | | | | | | |
d57 | Hail, heavenly love, that first began | | | | | | | |
d58 | Hail, sweetest, dearest, tie that binds | | | | | | | |
d59 | Hail the blest morn when [see] the great Mediator | | | | | | | |
d60 | Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning | | | | | | | |
d61 | Hail ye sighing sons of sorrow | | | | | | | |
d62 | Hark, listen to the trumpeters They sound for volunteers | | | | | | | |
d63 | Hark, my soul, it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
d64 | Have you heard, have you heard of that [the] sun-bright [heavenly] clime | | | | | | | |
d65 | He dies, the friend of sinners dies | | | | | | | |
d66 | Hear the royal proclamation, the glad tidings | | | | | | | |
d67 | Hearken ye sprightly and attend ye gay [vain] ones | | | | | | | |
d68 | Here o'er the earth as a stranger I roam | | | | | | | |
d69 | Hosanna to Jesus, I am filled with his praise | | | | | | | |
d70 | How blest the place where Jesus is | | | | | | | |
d71 | How can I sleep when angels sing | | | | | | | |
d72 | How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d73 | How happy is the man who hears | | | | | | | |
d74 | How happy is the pilgrim's lot | | | | | | | |
d75 | How lost was [is] my [our] condition | | | | | | | |
d76 | How painfully pleasing the fond recollection Of youthful connections [emotions] | | | | | | | |
d77 | How precious is the name, brethren sing | | | | | | | |
d78 | How prone are professors to rest on their lees | | | | | | | |
d79 | How sweet in the musing [musings] of faith to repair | | | | | | | |
d80 | How sweet is the cordial of love | | | | | | | |
d81 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
d82 | How sweet to reflect on the [those] joys that await me [us] | | | | | | | |
d83 | How tedious and tasteless [restless and tiresome] the hours | | | | | | | |
d84 | I have sought round the [this] verdant earth | | | | | | | |
d85 | I hear thee speak of the better land | | | | | | | |
d86 | I know that my Redeemer lives, what comfort this | | | | | | | |
d87 | I long to see the season [seasons] come when sinners | | | | | | | |
d88 | I love my Lord, I love his laws | | | | | | | |
d89 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
d90 | I would not live alway [always], I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
d91 | I'm a lonely traveler here | | | | | | | |
d92 | I'm glad I ever saw the day | | | | | | | |
d93 | I'm on my way to Canaan, I [I'll] bid this world farewell | | | | | | | |
d94 | In evil long I took delight | | | | | | | |
d95 | I've listed [enlisted] in the holy war | | | | | | | |
d96 | Jerusalem, my happy home, O how I long for thee | | | | | | | |
d97 | Jerusalem, my happy home, when shall I go to thee | | | | | | | |
d98 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
d99 | Jesus, at thy command | | | | | | | |
d100 | Jesus, dear name, how sweet it [the] sound(s) | | | | | | | |