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d101 | Let me go where saints are going | | | | | | | |
d102 | Lift your glad voices in triumph on high | | | | | | | |
d103 | Lo he comes with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
d104 | Lo on a narrow neck of land | | | | | | | |
d105 | Lord, dismiss us with Thy [your] blessing, Fill our | | | | | | | |
d106 | Lord, how secure and blest [blessed] are they | | | | | | | |
d107 | Lord, I hear of [that] [the] showers of blessing | | | | | | | |
d108 | Lord, we come before thee now | | | | | | | |
d109 | Lord, while for all mankind we pray | | | | | | | |
d110 | Majestic sweetness sits enthroned upon the Savior's brow | | | | | | | |
d111 | Mary to her [the] Savior's tomb | | | | | | | |
d112 | Mid [midst] scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
d113 | Must Jesus bear the [his] cross alone | | | | | | | |
d114 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
d115 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
d116 | My faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary | | | | | | | |
d117 | My God I am thine, what a comfort [pleasure] divine | | | | | | | |
d118 | My God, the spring of all my joys | | | | | | | |
d119 | My heavenly home is bright and fair nor pain nor death | | | | | | | |
d120 | My rest [home] is in heaven [Eden], my rest [home] is not here | | | | | | | |
d121 | My soul be on thy [your] guard | | | | | | | |
d122 | My soul, with humble fervor raise To God the | | | | | | | |
d123 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
d124 | No night shall be in heaven, no gathering gloom | | | | | | | |
d125 | No track is on the sunny sky | | | | | | | |
d126 | Now the Savior stands [standeth] [standing] a-pleading [and pleading] | | | | | | | |
d127 | O, for a [an] heart to praise [love] my God | | | | | | | |
d128 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
d129 | O, for a faith that will not shrink | | | | | | | |
d130 | O for a glance of heavenly day | | | | | | | |
d131 | O for a thousand tongues to sing my great [dear] Redeemer's praise | | | | | | | |
d132 | O happy day that fixed [seals] [stays] my choice | | | | | | | |
d133 | O Lord, our fathers oft have told, In our attentive ears | | | | | | | |
d134 | O [Our] God, our help in ages [seasons] past | | | | | | | |
d135 | O sing to me of heaven | | | | | | | |
d136 | O still in accents sweet and strong | | | | | | | |
d137 | O tell me no more of this [the] world's vain [vain world's] store | | | | | | | |
d138 | O thou eternal Victim slain | | | | | | | |
d139 | O thou God of my salvation | | | | | | | |
d140 | O turn ye [you], O turn ye [you], for why will ye [you] die | | | | | | | |
d141 | O where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
d142 | Of him who did salvation bring I could for ever think and sing | | | | | | | |
d143 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
d144 | One [A] sweetly [sweet] solemn thought comes to me o'er and o'er | | | | | | | |
d145 | One cup of healing oil and the wine | | | | | | | |
d146 | Only waiting till the shadows | | | | | | | |
d147 | Our God is love, and all his saints | | | | | | | |
d148 | Out on an ocean all boundless we ride | | | | | | | |
d149 | Plunged in a [the] gulf of dark [deep] despair | | | | | | | |
d150 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d151 | Salvation, O the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
d152 | Savior, breathe an evening blessing | | | | | | | |
d153 | Savior, when in dust to Thee, low we bow | | | | | | | |
d154 | See how the morning [mounting] [rising] sun | | | | | | | |
d155 | See Isr'l's gentle Shepherd stand [stands] | | | | | | | |
d156 | Servants of God, in joyful lays | | | | | | | |
d157 | Shall we gather at [by] the river, Where bright angel feet have trod | | | | | | | |
d158 | Show pity Lord, O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
d159 | Softly now the light of day | | | | | | | |
d160 | Soldiers of Christ, arise, and put [gird] your armor | | | | | | | |
d161 | Songs of praise the angels sang | | | | | | | |
d162 | Soon may [shall] the last glad song arise | | | | | | | |
d163 | Sow in the morn thy [the] seed, At eve | | | | | | | |
d164 | Spirit, leave thine [thy] [the] house of clay | | | | | | | |
d165 | Stay, thou insulted [long suffering] Spirit | | | | | | | |
d166 | Sun of my soul [our souls], thou [my] [O] Savior [Father] dear | | | | | | | |
d167 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d168 | Sweet is the work, my [O] [our] God, [and] [my] [our] King | | | | | | | |
d169 | Talk with us, Lord, thyself reveal | | | | | | | |
d170 | The bird, let loose in [from] eastern skies | | | | | | | |
d171 | The breaking waves dashed high | | | | | | | |
d172 | The Lord my pasture shall prepare, and feed me with a shepherd's care | | | | | | | |
d173 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d174 | The praying spirit breathe | | | | | | | |
d175 | The spacious firmament on high | | | | | | | |
d176 | The [That] day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven | | | | | | | |
d177 | The voice of free grace cries escape | | | | | | | |
d178 | There is a beautiful world Where saints and angels sing | | | | | | | |
d179 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d180 | There is a gate that stands ajar And through its portals gleaming | | | | | | | |
d181 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d182 | There is a voice in every gale | | | | | | | |
d183 | There's a land that is fairer [brighter] than day | | | | | | | |
d184 | Thou art the Way, to thee alone | | | | | | | |
d185 | Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb | | | | | | | |
d186 | Thou Shepherd of Isr'l, and mine [divine] | | | | | | | |
d187 | Thou soft [sweet] flowing [gliding] Kedron [Cedron], by thy silver [limpid] stream | | | | | | | |
d188 | Though trouble assail us, and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
d189 | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
d190 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
d191 | 'Twas Jesus, my Savior, who died on the [a] tree [cross] | | | | | | | |
d192 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d193 | We are living, we are dwelling In a grand and awful time | | | | | | | |
d194 | We are waiting by the river | | | | | | | |
d195 | Welcome, delightful morn, Thou [Sweet] day of sacred rest | | | | | | | |
d196 | We're traveling home to heaven above | | | | | | | |
d197 | When all thy [your] mercies, O my [our] God [gracious Lord] | | | | | | | |
d198 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d199 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d200 | When I think of that city of light | | | | | | | |