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d1 | Ah lovely appearance of death | | | | | | | |
d2 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
d3 | Almighty love inspire My heart [soul] with sacred fire [pure desire] | | | | | | | |
d4 | Arise, O Zion, rise and shine | | | | | | | |
d5 | Awake, my soul, in [to] joyful [joyous] lays | | | | | | | |
d6 | Awaked by Sinai's awful sound | | | | | | | |
d7 | Bear me on your [thy] rapid wing [wings], Everlasting Spirit | | | | | | | |
d8 | Broad is the road [stream] that leads to death [wrath] | | | | | | | |
d9 | Cast on the fidelity of my redeeming Lord | | | | | | | |
d10 | Come all my brethren in the Lord | | | | | | | |
d11 | Come, all ye [you] wandering [mourning] [Christian], pilgrims dear | | | | | | | |
d12 | Come all you longing pilgrims | | | | | | | |
d13 | Come, let us anew our journey pursue | | | | | | | |
d14 | Come let us anew our pleasures pursue | | | | | | | |
d15 | Come, my Christian friends and brethren | | | | | | | |
d16 | Come, my soul, thy suit prepare | | | | | | | |
d17 | Come on, my partners in distress | | | | | | | |
d18 | Come, ye [you] that [who] know the Lord indeed | | | | | | | |
d19 | Day of judgment, day of wonders | | | | | | | |
d20 | Early, my God, without delay | | | | | | | |
d21 | Eternal Power, whose high abode | | | | | | | |
d22 | Farewell, my friends, I must be gone | | | | | | | |
d23 | Father, how wide thy glory shines | | | | | | | |
d24 | From all that's mortal, all that's vain | | | | | | | |
d25 | From the regions of love, lo, an angel descended | | | | | | | |
d26 | God of my life, whose gracious power | | | | | | | |
d27 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
d28 | Hail, sovereign love, that first began | | | | | | | |
d29 | Hark, my soul, it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
d30 | He comes, he comes, the trumpets sound | | | | | | | |
d31 | He dies, the friend of sinners dies | | | | | | | |
d32 | His vestments of righteousness | | | | | | | |
d33 | Hither, ye faithful, haste with [in] songs of triumph | | | | | | | |
d34 | Holy God, and hast thou sent | | | | | | | |
d35 | Holy Lamb who thee receive | | | | | | | |
d36 | Hosanna to Jesus on high, Another has entered his rest | | | | | | | |
d37 | How beauteous are their [his] feet | | | | | | | |
d38 | How happy every child of grace, The soul that's filled | | | | | | | |
d39 | How sweet, how [and] heavenly is the sight | | | | | | | |
d40 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
d41 | How vain are all things here below | | | | | | | |
d42 | I give immortal praise, To God the Father's love | | | | | | | |
d43 | I in the field of ruin lay | | | | | | | |
d44 | I long to see the season [seasons] come when sinners | | | | | | | |
d45 | I'll praise my Maker with my [while I've] [whilst I've] breath | | | | | | | |
d46 | In all my troubles sharp and strong | | | | | | | |
d47 | In evil long I took delight | | | | | | | |
d48 | Jerusalem, my happy home, O how I long for thee | | | | | | | |
d49 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
d50 | Jesus, the name high over all | | | | | | | |
d51 | Lift up your hearts, Immanuel's friends | | | | | | | |
d52 | Lo he comes with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
d53 | Lo I come with joy to do | | | | | | | |
d54 | Long have I seemed to serve thee Lord | | | | | | | |
d55 | Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
d56 | Lord, dismiss us with Thy [your] blessing, Fill our | | | | | | | |
d57 | Lord, what a wretched land is this | | | | | | | |
d58 | Lovers of pleasure more than God | | | | | | | |
d59 | My drowsy powers, why sleep ye [you] so | | | | | | | |
d60 | My thoughts on awful subjects roll | | | | | | | |
d61 | Now begin the heavenly theme | | | | | | | |
d62 | Now, pilgrims, let us go in peace | | | | | | | |
d63 | O for a breeze of heavenly love | | | | | | | |
d64 | O give me, Lord, my sins to mourn | | | | | | | |
d65 | O glorious hope of perfect [heavenly] love | | | | | | | |
d66 | O how I have longed for the coming [presence] of God [the Lord] | | | | | | | |
d67 | O love divine, what hast thou done | | | | | | | |
d68 | O may I worthy prove to see The saints in full prosperity | | | | | | | |
d69 | O that my load of sin were [was] gone | | | | | | | |
d70 | O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight | | | | | | | |
d71 | O what amazing love it this, On earth I taste immortal bliss | | | | | | | |
d72 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
d73 | Our souls by [in] love together knit [drawn] [joined] | | | | | | | |
d74 | Our spirits join to adore [praise] the Lamb | | | | | | | |
d75 | Plunged in a [the] gulf of dark [deep] despair | | | | | | | |
d76 | Praise ye the Lord, 'tis good to raise your [our] hearts and voices | | | | | | | |
d77 | Praise ye the Lord ye immortal choirs | | | | | | | |
d78 | Prisoner of hope lift up your heads | | | | | | | |
d79 | Rejoice for a brother deceased | | | | | | | |
d80 | Salvation in sweet purling streams | | | | | | | |
d81 | Savior, I do feel Thy merit, sprinkled with redeeming blood | | | | | | | |
d82 | Sinner [sinners], O why so thoughtless grown | | | | | | | |
d83 | Stand the omnipotent decree | | | | | | | |
d84 | Stop, poor sinner [sinners], stop and think | | | | | | | |
d85 | Sweet is the work, my [O] [our] God, [and] [my] [our] King | | | | | | | |
d86 | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
d87 | The gospel's joyful sound | | | | | | | |
d88 | The Son of Man they did betray | | | | | | | |
d89 | The voice of my beloved sounds | | | | | | | |
d90 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d91 | There is a heaven o'er yonder skies | | | | | | | |
d92 | There is a land of pleasure, Where streams of joy forever roll | | | | | | | |
d93 | Thou man of griefs, remember me | | | | | | | |
d94 | Thou soft [sweet] flowing [gliding] Kedron [Cedron], by thy silver [limpid] stream | | | | | | | |
d95 | Thy life I read, my dearest [blessed] [gracious)],Lord | | | | | | | |
d96 | 'Tis good to wait upon the Lord | | | | | | | |
d97 | To the haven of thy breast, O Son of Man I fly | | | | | | | |
d98 | Today if ye [you] will hear his voice | | | | | | | |
d99 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
d100 | What hath the world to equal this | | | | | | | |