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d1 | A beautiful land by faith I see | | | | | | | |
d2 | A few more days on earth to spend | | | | | | | |
d3 | A fountain in Jesus, which runs always [always runs] free | | | | | | | |
d4 | A home in heaven, what a joyful thought | | | | | | | |
d5 | A hope of heaven, a precious treasure | | | | | | | |
d6 | A poor wayfaring man of grief Hath often crossed | | | | | | | |
d7 | A soldier, Lord, Thou hast me made | | | | | | | |
d8 | A stranger and a pilgrim here | | | | | | | |
d9 | Adieu, my dear brethren, adieu | | | | | | | |
d10 | Afflicted saint [saints] [soul] [souls], to Christ [God] draw near | | | | | | | |
d11 | Afflictions, though they seem severe | | | | | | | |
d12 | Ah, guilty sinner, ruined by transgression | | | | | | | |
d13 | Ah my heart is void and chill | | | | | | | |
d14 | All thanks be to the Lamb who gives us to meet | | | | | | | |
d15 | Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, That saved | | | | | | | |
d16 | An alien from God, and a stranger to grace | | | | | | | |
d17 | And are our joys so quickly fled | | | | | | | |
d18 | Arise and shine, O Zion fair | | | | | | | |
d19 | Arise, my soul to Pisgah's height | | | | | | | |
d20 | As near to Calvary I pass | | | | | | | |
d21 | Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
d22 | At Jacob's well a stranger sought | | | | | | | |
d23 | Attend, young friends, while [whilst] I relate | | | | | | | |
d24 | Awake, O guilty world, awake | | | | | | | |
d25 | Awake our drowsy souls, shake off | | | | | | | |
d26 | Awaked by Sinai's awful sound | | | | | | | |
d27 | Away, far beyond the rolling river | | | | | | | |
d28 | Away from his home and the friends of his youth | | | | | | | |
d29 | Away with our fears, The glad morning appears | | | | | | | |
d30 | Be kind to thy [your] father, for when thou [you] wert [wast] [were] young | | | | | | | |
d31 | Be still, my heart, these anxious cares | | | | | | | |
d32 | Beautiful Zion, built above; Beautiful city that I love | | | | | | | |
d33 | Begone, unbelief, [for] my [our] Savior is near | | | | | | | |
d34 | Behold, behold the Lamb of God, On the cross | | | | | | | |
d35 | Behold the Savior at the [thy] door | | | | | | | |
d36 | Blessed Savior, when my thoughts recall | | | | | | | |
d37 | Blissful hours, when first I knew him | | | | | | | |
d38 | Breast the wave Christian | | | | | | | |
d39 | Brethren farewell I do you tell | | | | | | | |
d40 | Brethren here are mourners pleading | | | | | | | |
d41 | Brethren, see my Jesus coming | | | | | | | |
d42 | Brethren, we have met to worship, and adore the Lord our God | | | | | | | |
d43 | Bright scenes of glory strike my sense | | | | | | | |
d44 | Brother soldier, still fight on | | | | | | | |
d45 | Burst, ye emerald [pearly] gates, and bring | | | | | | | |
d46 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
d47 | By faith I view my Savior dying | | | | | | | |
d48 | Camp meetings with success are crowned | | | | | | | |
d49 | Cease, fond nature, cease this clinging | | | | | | | |
d50 | Child of sorrow, child of care | | | | | | | |
d51 | Children of Zion, what harp notes are stealing | | | | | | | |
d52 | Christian, the morn breaks sweetly [gently] o'er thee | | | | | | | |
d53 | Christian, walk carefully, danger is near | | | | | | | |
d54 | Come, all ye [you] mourning pilgrims [sinners] round [now] | | | | | | | |
d55 | Come, all ye [you] wandering [mourning] [Christian], pilgrims dear | | | | | | | |
d56 | Come and taste along with me, consolation running free | | | | | | | |
d57 | Come away to the skies, my beloved, arise | | | | | | | |
d58 | Come brethren and sisters, that [who] love my [our] dear Lord | | | | | | | |
d59 | Come brethren dear, who know the Lord | | | | | | | |
d60 | Come brethren, don't grow weary | | | | | | | |
d61 | Come, ghastly death, and lay me low | | | | | | | |
d62 | Come, Lord, dwell in my bosom | | | | | | | |
d63 | Come, Lord, from above, The mountains remove | | | | | | | |
d64 | Come, my brethren, let us try | | | | | | | |
d65 | Come, poor guilty, anxious mourner | | | | | | | |
d66 | Come, saints and sinners, hear me tell | | | | | | | |
d67 | Come sing to me of heaven | | | | | | | |
d68 | Come sisters and brothers that [who] love one another | | | | | | | |
d69 | Come, tell of your vessel | | | | | | | |
d70 | Come then, ye sinners, to your Lord | | | | | | | |
d71 | Come, 'tis Jesus' invitation Now to anxious souls addressed | | | | | | | |
d72 | Come to Jesus, trembling mourner | | | | | | | |
d73 | Come to the place of prayer | | | | | | | |
d74 | Come, trembling sinner, from thy seat | | | | | | | |
d75 | Come, we [ye] [you] that love the Lord indeed | | | | | | | |
d76 | Come ye poor and thirsty sinners | | | | | | | |
d77 | Creator, Preserver, Redeemer of men | | | | | | | |
d78 | Dark and thorny [stormy] is the desert | | | | | | | |
d79 | Daughter of Zion, awake from thy sadness | | | | | | | |
d80 | Day of judgment, day of wonders | | | | | | | |
d81 | Dear Jesus, here comes, And knocks at Thy door | | | | | | | |
d82 | Dear Savior, if these lambs should stray | | | | | | | |
d83 | Don't you see my Jesus coming | | | | | | | |
d84 | Drooping saints no longer grieve, Heaven | | | | | | | |
d85 | Drooping soul, shake off thy fears | | | | | | | |
d86 | Encouraged by thy word | | | | | | | |
d87 | Enslaved to sense, to pleasure prone | | | | | | | |
d88 | Fading, still fading, the last [vesper] beam is shining | | | | | | | |
d89 | Far beyond this world of sorrow | | | | | | | |
d90 | Farewell, dear friends, I must be gone | | | | | | | |
d91 | Farewell, my dear brethren, I bid you farewell | | | | | | | |
d92 | Farewell, my dear brethren, the time is at hand | | | | | | | |
d93 | Father, at thy call I come | | | | | | | |
d94 | Father of mercies, God of love, O hear a humble | | | | | | | |
d95 | Firmly, brethren, firmly stand | | | | | | | |
d96 | Fly away to thy long sought home on high | | | | | | | |
d97 | Fly up, my soul, and view the plains | | | | | | | |
d98 | For what shall I praise thee | | | | | | | |
d99 | Fountain of life and all my joy | | | | | | | |
d100 | From all that's mortal, all that's vain | | | | | | | |