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d1 | A few more days on earth to spend | | | | | | | |
d2 | A home in heaven, what a joyful thought | | | | | | | |
d3 | A poor wayfaring man of grief Hath often crossed | | | | | | | |
d4 | Almighty God, in humble prayer | | | | | | | |
d5 | Almighty God, thy [your] word is cast [sown, spread] | | | | | | | |
d6 | Angels, tell me whence you came | | | | | | | |
d7 | Awake, my soul, in [to] joyful [joyous] lays | | | | | | | |
d8 | Beautiful upon the mountain Are the messengers of peace | | | | | | | |
d9 | Behold what condescending love | | | | | | | |
d10 | Brethren and sisters we must part | | | | | | | |
d11 | Burst, ye emerald [pearly] gates, and bring | | | | | | | |
d12 | Christ is set on Zion's hill | | | | | | | |
d13 | Clay to clay, and dust to dust | | | | | | | |
d14 | Come away to the skies, my beloved, arise | | | | | | | |
d15 | Come, let our souls adore the Lord, Whose judgments yet delay | | | | | | | |
d16 | Come, let us anew our journey pursue, Roll round | | | | | | | |
d17 | Come, my soul, thy suit prepare | | | | | | | |
d18 | Come, O my heart, and let us take | | | | | | | |
d19 | Come, O thou traveller unknown | | | | | | | |
d20 | Come, O Ye Americans, be thankful to God | | | | | | | |
d21 | Come, ye children, and adore him, Lord of all, he reigns above | | | | | | | |
d22 | Come, ye [you] disconsolate, where'er ye [you] languish | | | | | | | |
d23 | Comfort thy people, Lord | | | | | | | |
d24 | Dear Shepherd of thy people here, Thy presence | | | | | | | |
d25 | Eternal Spirit, heavenly Dove | | | | | | | |
d26 | Farewell, dear friends, I must be gone | | | | | | | |
d27 | Farewell, vain world, I'm going home, My Savior smiles | | | | | | | |
d28 | Father, with one accord we stand | | | | | | | |
d29 | Freemen, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d30 | From every stormy wind [sense] that blows | | | | | | | |
d31 | From the regions of love, lo, an angel descended | | | | | | | |
d32 | Great God, we sing thy mighty hand | | | | | | | |
d33 | Hail, sweetest, dearest, tie that binds | | | | | | | |
d34 | Haste [Hasten], [O] sinner [sinners] [now] to be wise | | | | | | | |
d35 | He hath loved us, blessed Jesus | | | | | | | |
d36 | Head of thy [the] church triumphant | | | | | | | |
d37 | Hearken ye sprightly and attend ye gay [vain] ones | | | | | | | |
d38 | Holy Bible, book divine, Precious treasure, thou art mine | | | | | | | |
d39 | Holy God, and hast thou sent | | | | | | | |
d40 | How lost was [is] my [our] condition | | | | | | | |
d41 | How painfully pleasing the fond recollection Of youthful connections [emotions] | | | | | | | |
d42 | How sweet to reflect on the [those] joys that await me [us] | | | | | | | |
d43 | I came to the spot where the White Pilgrim lay | | | | | | | |
d44 | I know that the lamb | | | | | | | |
d45 | I saw an altar reared for prayer | | | | | | | |
d46 | I was weary of my Savior | | | | | | | |
d47 | I wish to tell the story | | | | | | | |
d48 | If human kindness meets return | | | | | | | |
d49 | I'm not ashamed to own my Lord, or to defend | | | | | | | |
d50 | In de dark wood, no Indian nigh | | | | | | | |
d51 | Is Canaan's land a happy place | | | | | | | |
d52 | Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave | | | | | | | |
d53 | Jesus, we thy promise claim | | | | | | | |
d54 | Joyfully, joyfully, onward I [we] move | | | | | | | |
d55 | Launch thy bark, mariner | | | | | | | |
d56 | Look to Jesus see he stands | | | | | | | |
d57 | Lord, at thy temple we appear, As happy Simon came | | | | | | | |
d58 | Lord, in thy Zion now appear | | | | | | | |
d59 | Lord of hosts, to thee we raise | | | | | | | |
d60 | May those who have thy name confessed | | | | | | | |
d61 | My dearest Lord, in love appear | | | | | | | |
d62 | Now the shades of night are gone | | | | | | | |
d63 | O love divine, how sweet [good] thou art | | | | | | | |
d64 | O sing to me of heaven When I am called to die | | | | | | | |
d65 | O sinners, sinners, don't you see | | | | | | | |
d66 | O tell me no more of this [the] world's vain [vain world's] store | | | | | | | |
d67 | O that I had some humble [sacred] [secret] place | | | | | | | |
d68 | O there will be mourning, mourning, mourning | | | | | | | |
d69 | O Thou from whom all goodness flows | | | | | | | |
d70 | O where tell me where has my dearest father gone | | | | | | | |
d71 | On this delightful, hallowed day | | | | | | | |
d72 | Once happy in Eden's primeval abode | | | | | | | |
d73 | Our countrymen are dying | | | | | | | |
d74 | Our Father God who art in heaven, all hallowed | | | | | | | |
d75 | Religion is a glorious treasure | | | | | | | |
d76 | Return, O wanderer, return [Return, return, now wanderer] | | | | | | | |
d77 | Shed not a tear, o'er your friend's early bier | | | | | | | |
d78 | Shout for the Lord is in the camp | | | | | | | |
d79 | Since Jesus freely [purely] did appear | | | | | | | |
d80 | Sinner [sinners], perhaps this news to you | | | | | | | |
d81 | Soldier of the cross, arise | | | | | | | |
d82 | Soldiers of the cross, arise, lo, your Captain | | | | | | | |
d83 | Sweet Sabbath day, we hail with joy | | | | | | | |
d84 | Sweetest are the joys | | | | | | | |
d85 | The chariot, the chariot, its wheels roll [in] fire | | | | | | | |
d86 | The crucified one has appeared | | | | | | | |
d87 | The faithless world's promiscuous flow | | | | | | | |
d88 | The land, the land of glory lies | | | | | | | |
d89 | The last lovely morning, all blooming and fair | | | | | | | |
d90 | The Lord my Shepherd is, I shall be well supplied | | | | | | | |
d91 | The time draws nigh I must go home | | | | | | | |
d92 | The trumpet of God is sounding abroad | | | | | | | |
d93 | The voice of free grace cries escape | | | | | | | |
d94 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d95 | There is a place where my hope is [hopes are] stayed [staid] | | | | | | | |
d96 | There is a school on earth begun, Supported [Instructed] by the Holy One | | | | | | | |
d97 | This day our souls have caught new fire | | | | | | | |
d98 | This world is all a fleeting show | | | | | | | |
d99 | Thou art gone to the grave but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
d100 | Though in the outward, earthly church below | | | | | | | |