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d1 | A debtor to mercy alone | | | | | | | |
d2 | Alas alas how blind I've been | | | | | | | |
d3 | All glory and praise to the Ancient of Days | | | | | | | |
d4 | Although the vine its fruit deny | | | | | | | |
d5 | And can it be that I should gain [claim] | | | | | | | |
d6 | And will the Lord thus condescend | | | | | | | |
d7 | Arise, my soul, with rapture rise | | | | | | | |
d8 | Blest Comforter divine, let [whose] rays | | | | | | | |
d9 | Come, let us arise, and aim at the prize | | | | | | | |
d10 | Come sinners attend and make no delay | | | | | | | |
d11 | Come, ye [you] disconsolate, where'er ye [you] languish | | | | | | | |
d12 | Down to the tomb our brother goes | | | | | | | |
d13 | Draw nigh to us, Jehovah | | | | | | | |
d14 | Earth, with her ten thousand flowers | | | | | | | |
d15 | Father of mercies, when the day is dawning | | | | | | | |
d16 | Fear ye, beneath the torturing power | | | | | | | |
d17 | Few are our days, those few we dream away | | | | | | | |
d18 | From every stormy wind [sense] that blows | | | | | | | |
d19 | Glory to Jesus for his love | | | | | | | |
d20 | Go to dark [sad] Gethsemane | | | | | | | |
d21 | Go up with shouts of praise | | | | | | | |
d22 | Great God, to thee my evening song | | | | | | | |
d23 | Great God, what do I [we] see and hear | | | | | | | |
d24 | Great Redeemer, Friend of sinners | | | | | | | |
d25 | Hail, sacred season, peaceful day | | | | | | | |
d26 | Hail, thou happy morn, so glorious | | | | | | | |
d27 | Hark, the sounds of gladness | | | | | | | |
d28 | Hark, what celestial notes | | | | | | | |
d29 | Hither, ye faithful, haste with [in] songs of triumph | | | | | | | |
d30 | How can I sleep when angels sing | | | | | | | |
d31 | How lovely the place where the Savior appears | | | | | | | |
d32 | How sweet to reflect on the [those] joys that await me [us] | | | | | | | |
d33 | I have fought the good fight | | | | | | | |
d34 | In form I long had [have] bowed the knee | | | | | | | |
d35 | In sleep's serene oblivion laid | | | | | | | |
d36 | Is there no hope, O sinner, pause | | | | | | | |
d37 | Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave | | | | | | | |
d38 | Jesus, thy love shall [can] we forget | | | | | | | |
d39 | My Father, my God, I long for thy love | | | | | | | |
d40 | My soul's full of glory, inspiring [which fires] [it fires] my tongue | | | | | | | |
d41 | O give me, Lord, my sins to mourn | | | | | | | |
d42 | O God of salvation, in mercy attend | | | | | | | |
d43 | O let me see thy light | | | | | | | |
d44 | On Thibet's snow capped mountains, O'er Afric's burning sand | | | | | | | |
d45 | Our Captain leads us on | | | | | | | |
d46 | Our souls by [in] love together knit [drawn] [joined] | | | | | | | |
d47 | Praise to God, the great Creator, Bounteous | | | | | | | |
d48 | Quiet Lord my froward heart | | | | | | | |
d49 | Savior, canst Thou love a traitor? | | | | | | | |
d50 | Savior, richest source of pleasure | | | | | | | |
d51 | See, how many, lately bowing | | | | | | | |
d52 | See the Lord of glory dying | | | | | | | |
d53 | Since I've known a Savior's name | | | | | | | |
d54 | Sing, sing his lofty praise | | | | | | | |
d55 | Sinner [sinners], O why so thoughtless grown | | | | | | | |
d56 | Sinners, behold that [the] downward road [path] | | | | | | | |
d57 | Sweet as the Shepherd's tuneful reed | | | | | | | |
d58 | Sweet Sabbath of the year | | | | | | | |
d59 | Sweet to rejoice in lively hope | | | | | | | |
d60 | Tempted, tossed, troubled spirit | | | | | | | |
d61 | That we may walk with God | | | | | | | |
d62 | The fields are all white and the harvest is near | | | | | | | |
d63 | The Lord is our Shepherd, our Guardian and Guide | | | | | | | |
d64 | There is a pure and [a] peaceful wave | | | | | | | |
d65 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
d66 | This world is all a fleeting show | | | | | | | |
d67 | This world's not all a fleeting show | | | | | | | |
d68 | Thou art gone to the grave but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
d69 | Thou who didst for Peter's faith | | | | | | | |
d70 | Thou whose almighty word Chaos and darkness heard | | | | | | | |
d71 | Through tribulation [tribulations] deep | | | | | | | |
d72 | To thee in each [youth's] bright morning | | | | | | | |
d73 | Wandering pilgrim [pilgrims], mourning Christian [Christians] | | | | | | | |
d74 | We sinners void of good | | | | | | | |
d75 | When earthly comforts die | | | | | | | |
d76 | When restless on my bed I lie | | | | | | | |
d77 | When the vale [veil] of death appears | | | | | | | |
d78 | When through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming | | | | | | | |
d79 | Whence those sounds symphonius | | | | | | | |
d80 | Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger | | | | | | | |
d81 | Worthy the Lamb of boundless sway | | | | | | | |
d82 | Ye people away nor talk of delay | | | | | | | |