| # | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
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| d1 | All hail the glorious day | | | | | | | |
| d2 | As swiftly my days go out on the wing | | | | | | | |
| d3 | Beautiful Zion, built above, beautiful city that I love | | | | | | | |
| d4 | Blow gently, ye wild winds | | | | | | | |
| d5 | Cease, ye fond parents, cease to weep | | | | | | | |
| d6 | Come, all ye sons of Zion, and let us praise the Lord | | | | | | | |
| d7 | Come, come, ye saints, no toil nor labor fear | | | | | | | |
| d8 | Dark are the night's drear shadows | | | | | | | |
| d9 | Earth, with her ten thousand flowers | | | | | | | |
| d10 | Ere you left your room this morning | | | | | | | |
| d11 | Farewell, all earthly honors | | | | | | | |
| d12 | Gladly meeting, kindly greeting | | | | | | | |
| d13 | Guide us, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
| d14 | Hark, ye mortals, list be still | | | | | | | |
| d15 | He died, the great Redeemer died | | | | | | | |
| d16 | High on the mountain top | | | | | | | |
| d17 | Hope of Isr'l, Zion's army | | | | | | | |
| d18 | How great the wisdom and the love | | | | | | | |
| d19 | If the way be full of trial | | | | | | | |
| d20 | Jesus, my Savior true, guide me to thee | | | | | | | |
| d21 | Jesus, once of humble birth | | | | | | | |
| d22 | Land of the mountains high | | | | | | | |
| d23 | Let us all press on | | | | | | | |
| d24 | Let us gather up the sunbeams | | | | | | | |
| d25 | Mid [midst] scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
| d26 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
| d27 | Now let us rejoice in the day of salvation | | | | | | | |
| d28 | Now to heaven our prayer [prayers] [cry] ascending | | | | | | | |
| d29 | O awake my slumbering minstrel | | | | | | | |
| d30 | O happy homes among the hills | | | | | | | |
| d31 | O home beloved where'er I wander | | | | | | | |
| d32 | O how lovely was the morning | | | | | | | |
| d33 | O my Father, thou that dwellest In the high and glorious | | | | | | | |
| d34 | O say what is truth? 'Tis the fairest gem | | | | | | | |
| d35 | O what songs of the heart | | | | | | | |
| d36 | Our mountain home so dear | | | | | | | |
| d37 | Proud as the eagle | | | | | | | |
| d38 | Redeemer of Isr'l, our only delight | | | | | | | |
| d39 | Rest for the weary soul | | | | | | | |
| d40 | School thy feelings, O my brother | | | | | | | |
| d41 | See the mighty angel flying | | | | | | | |
| d42 | The daydawn is breaking | | | | | | | |
| d43 | The spirit of God like a fire is burning | | | | | | | |
| d44 | The time is far spent there is little remaining | | | | | | | |
| d45 | There is beauty all around when there's love at home | | | | | | | |
| d46 | We are sowing, daily sowing | | | | | | | |
| d47 | We thank thee, O God, for a prophet | | | | | | | |
| d48 | What was witnessed in the heavens | | | | | | | |
| d49 | When Jesus shall come in his glory | | | | | | | |
| d50 | When many to the Savior's feet | | | | | | | |
| d51 | Ye elders of Isr'l, come join now with me | | | | | | | |
| d52 | Your sweet little rose bud has left you | | | | | | | |
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