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1 | Know then that ev’ry soul is free | | | | | | | |
2 | Let ev’ry mortal ear attend | | | | | | | |
3 | What fair one is this, from the wilderness trav’ling | | | | | | | |
4 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
5 | The time is nigh that happy time | | | | | | | |
6 | Redeemer of Israel | | | | | | | |
7 | See all creation join | | | | | | | |
8 | O happy souls who pray | | | | | | | |
9 | From the regions of glory an angel descended | | | | | | | |
10 | He died! the great Redeemer died! | | | | | | | |
11 | Earth with her ten thousand flowers | | | | | | | |
12 | Praise to God, immortal praise | | | | | | | |
13 | Guide us, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
14 | We’re not ashamed to own our Lord | | | | | | | |
15 | Joy to the world! the Lord will come! | | | | | | | |
16 | An angel came down from the mansions of glory | | | | | | | |
17 | To him that made the world | | | | | | | |
18 | Now let us rejoice in the day of salvation | | | | | | | |
19 | Ere long the vail will rend in twain | | | | | | | |
20 | My soul is full of peace and love | | | | | | | |
21 | The happy day has rolled on | | | | | | | |
22 | The great and glorious gospel light | | | | | | | |
23 | This earth was once a garden place | | | | | | | |
24 | Gently raise the sacred strain | | | | | | | |
25 | When Joseph his brethren beheld | | | | | | | |
26 | Now we'll sing with one accord for a prophet | | | | | | | |
27 | Through all the world below | | | | | | | |
28 | The sun that declines in the far western sky | | | | | | | |
29 | The towers of Zion soon shall rise | | | | | | | |
30 | Let all the saints their hearts prepare | | | | | | | |
31 | Let us pray, gladly pray | | | | | | | |
32 | Awake, O ye people, the Savior is coming | | | | | | | |
33 | What wondrous things we now behold | | | | | | | |
34 | There is a land that the Lord will bless | | | | | | | |
35 | There's a feast of fat things for the righteous preparing | | | | | | | |
36 | There's a power in the sun | | | | | | | |
37 | Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear | | | | | | | |
38 | Once more, my soul, the rising day | | | | | | | |
39 | See how the rising sun | | | | | | | |
40 | My God! how endless is Thy love | | | | | | | |
41 | Awake, for the morning is come | | | | | | | |
42 | Awake, my soul, and with the sun | | | | | | | |
43 | Come let us sing an evening hymn | | | | | | | |
44 | Lord, thou wilt hear me when I pray | | | | | | | |
45 | Glory to thee, my God, this night | | | | | | | |
46 | Great God, to thee my evening song | | | | | | | |
47 | When restless on my bed I lie | | | | | | | |
48 | The day is past and gone | | | | | | | |
49 | The gallant ship is under weigh | | | | | | | |
50 | Farewell, our friends and brethren! | | | | | | | |
51 | Yes,—my native land, I love thee | | | | | | | |
52 | Adieu, my dear brethren, adieu | | | | | | | |
53 | Come ye children of the kingdom | | | | | | | |
54 | Jesus, mighty King in Zion | | | | | | | |
55 | In Jordan's tide the Prophet stands | | | | | | | |
56 | Salem's bright King Jesus by name | | | | | | | |
57 | O God th'eternal Father | | | | | | | |
58 | Twas on that dark—that doleful night | | | | | | | |
59 | Arise, my soul, arise | | | | | | | |
60 | Behold the Saviour of mankind | | | | | | | |
61 | Alas! and did my Savior bleed? | | | | | | | |
62 | When earth was dress'd in beauty | | | | | | | |
63 | O stop and tell me, red man | | | | | | | |
64 | And did my Savior die | | | | | | | |
65 | Come, all ye sons of Zion, and let us praise the Lord | | | | | | | |
66 | Let Zion in her beauty rise | | | | | | | |
67 | Jesus, the name that charms our fears | | | | | | | |
68 | Come, all ye saints, who dwell on earth | | | | | | | |
69 | God spake the word, and time began | | | | | | | |
70 | Great is the Lord, 'tis good to praise | | | | | | | |
71 | The glorious day is rolling on | | | | | | | |
72 | Before this earth from chaos sprung | | | | | | | |
73 | Thy mercy, my God, is the theme of my tongue | | | | | | | |
74 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
75 | O Jesus, the giver of all we enjoy | | | | | | | |
76 | In ancient days men feared the Lord | | | | | | | |
77 | Mortals, awake, with angels join | | | | | | | |
78 | The Lord into his garden comes | | | | | | | |
79 | I know that my Redeemer lives | | | | | | | |
80 | How often in sweet meditation my mind | | | | | | | |
81 | Let thy kingdom, blessed Savior | | | | | | | |
82 | How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
83 | How pleasant 'tis to see | | | | | | | |
84 | How pleased and blest was I | | | | | | | |
85 | Though in the outward, earthly church below | | | | | | | |
86 | O God, our help in ages past | | | | | | | |
87 | Hark, from the tombs a doleful sound | | | | | | | |
88 | Why do we mourn departing friends | | | | | | | |
89 | Why should we start and fear to die | | | | | | | |
90 | The spirit of God like a fire is burning | | | | | | | |