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d1 | Adieu, my dear brethren, adieu | | | | | | | |
d2 | Almighty love inspire My heart [soul] with sacred fire [pure desire] | | | | | | | |
d3 | Arise and shine, O Zion fair | | | | | | | |
d4 | As near to Calvary I pass | | | | | | | |
d5 | As pensive I ranged my soul in devotion | | | | | | | |
d6 | As when the [a] weary traveler gains | | | | | | | |
d7 | Awake, O guilty world, awake | | | | | | | |
d8 | Awaked by Sinai's awful sound | | | | | | | |
d9 | Bless God, O my soul, rejoice in his name | | | | | | | |
d10 | Brethren most near and sisters dear | | | | | | | |
d11 | Brethren, while we sojourn here | | | | | | | |
d12 | Bright scenes of glory strike my sense | | | | | | | |
d13 | Burst, ye emerald [pearly] gates, and bring | | | | | | | |
d14 | Called to a sense of duty | | | | | | | |
d15 | Come and taste along with me, consolation running free | | | | | | | |
d16 | Come and taste along with me, the weary pilgrims consolation | | | | | | | |
d17 | Come, humble sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
d18 | Come, my brethren, let us try | | | | | | | |
d19 | Come, my Christian friends and brethren | | | | | | | |
d20 | Come, my soul, thy suit prepare | | | | | | | |
d21 | Come O my friends where'er you be | | | | | | | |
d22 | Come, precious souls, and let us take | | | | | | | |
d23 | Daniel's wisdom may I know, Stephen's faith | | | | | | | |
d24 | Dark and thorny [stormy] is the desert | | | | | | | |
d25 | Don't you see my Jesus coming | | | | | | | |
d26 | Encouraged by thy word | | | | | | | |
d27 | Farewell, dear friend [friends], I must be gone | | | | | | | |
d28 | Hail the blest morn when [see] the great Mediator | | | | | | | |
d29 | Hark, listen to the trumpeters They call for volunteers | | | | | | | |
d30 | Hearken ye sprightly and attend ye gay [vain] ones | | | | | | | |
d31 | Hither, ye faithful, haste with [in] songs of triumph | | | | | | | |
d32 | Hosanna to Jesus, I am filled with his praise | | | | | | | |
d33 | How can I vent my grief | | | | | | | |
d34 | How happy, how loving, how joyful I feel | | | | | | | |
d35 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
d36 | I set myself against the Lord | | | | | | | |
d37 | If ever pity moved thee | | | | | | | |
d38 | In evil long I took delight | | | | | | | |
d39 | I've listed [enlisted] in the holy war | | | | | | | |
d40 | Jerusalem, my happy home, O how I long for thee | | | | | | | |
d41 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
d42 | Jesus, at thy command | | | | | | | |
d43 | Jesus grant us all a blessing | | | | | | | |
d44 | Jesus, to every willing mind | | | | | | | |
d45 | Let thy Kingdom, blessed Savior | | | | | | | |
d46 | Lift up your hearts, Immanuel's friends | | | | | | | |
d47 | Like a ship, see the church | | | | | | | |
d48 | Lord, dismiss us with Thy [your] blessing, Fill our | | | | | | | |
d49 | Lord, when together here we meet | | | | | | | |
d50 | Mine eyes are now closing to rest | | | | | | | |
d51 | Nay, I cannot let thee go Till a blessing thou bestow | | | | | | | |
d52 | Now begin the heavenly theme | | | | | | | |
d53 | Now the truth is gaining ground | | | | | | | |
d54 | O how charming, O how charming is the radiant band | | | | | | | |
d55 | O may I worthy prove to see The saints in full prosperity | | | | | | | |
d56 | O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight | | | | | | | |
d57 | O Zion, afflicted with wave upon wave | | | | | | | |
d58 | Oft as the bell, with solemn toll, Speaks the departure of a soul | | | | | | | |
d59 | Our souls by [in] love together knit [drawn] [joined] | | | | | | | |
d60 | Savior, visit Thy [our] plantation, grant us Lord, a gracious rain | | | | | | | |
d61 | Saw ye [you] my Savior, saw ye [you] my Savior | | | | | | | |
d62 | See, the eternal Judge descending | | | | | | | |
d63 | Shout aloud, O ye angels | | | | | | | |
d64 | Sir [Sirs], we would see Jesus | | | | | | | |
d65 | Stop, poor sinner [sinners], stop and think | | | | | | | |
d66 | Sweet are the gifts which [that] gracious heaven, On true believers pour | | | | | | | |
d67 | Sweet is the memory of the dead | | | | | | | |
d68 | The blessed Jesus, loving Savior | | | | | | | |
d69 | The glorious day is drawing nigh | | | | | | | |
d70 | The gospel ship is sailing by | | | | | | | |
d71 | The gospel trump is sounding, free grace to all abounding | | | | | | | |
d72 | The Lord into his garden comes | | | | | | | |
d73 | The old Isr'lites knew what it was that they must do | | | | | | | |
d74 | The people called Christians | | | | | | | |
d75 | The pure testimony put [poured] forth in the spirit | | | | | | | |
d76 | The Son of Man they did betray | | | | | | | |
d77 | The time soon is coming by the prophets foretold | | | | | | | |
d78 | The voice of free grace cries escape | | | | | | | |
d79 | There is a land of pleasure, Where streams of joy forever roll | | | | | | | |
d80 | There is a school on earth begun, Supported [Instructed] by the Holy One | | | | | | | |
d81 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
d82 | This morning most softly [sweetly] the gales are all blowing | | | | | | | |
d83 | This world is all a fleeting show | | | | | | | |
d84 | Through tribulation [tribulations] deep | | | | | | | |
d85 | Throughout the Savior's life we [I'll] trace | | | | | | | |
d86 | To him who did salvation bring | | | | | | | |
d87 | To keep the lamp alive with oil we fill the bowl | | | | | | | |
d88 | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
d89 | Wandering pilgrim [pilgrims], mourning Christian [Christians] | | | | | | | |
d90 | We're met dear friends in Jesus' name | | | | | | | |
d91 | We've found the rock, the traveler cries [travelers cried] | | | | | | | |
d92 | What hath the world to equal this | | | | | | | |
d93 | What poor despised company | | | | | | | |
d94 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
d95 | When I set out for glory | | | | | | | |
d96 | When shall we three all meet again | | | | | | | |
d97 | While shepherds in Jewry were guarding their sheep | | | | | | | |
d98 | Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger | | | | | | | |
d99 | Ye fearful saints march on | | | | | | | |
d100 | Ye jewels of my [our] master | | | | | | | |