The Golden Harp: or, Camp-Meeting Hymns, Old and New, Set to Music

#	Text	Tune
d1	A father is praying The Savior to hear
d2	A few more days on earth to spend
d3	A little longer here below
d4	A mixture of joy and trouble
d5	A poor wayfaring man of grief Hath often crossed
d6	Adieu, adieu, I'm dying now
d7	Afflictions, though they seem severe
d8	All hands on board, the Captain cries
d9	Along the smooth and slender wires
d10	Am I a soldier of the cross
d11	Among the Judah [Jewish] captives [nation], One Daniel
d12	And the house of the Lord shall be filled
d13	Away from his home and the friends of his youth
d14	Behold his arms extended wide
d15	Brightest and best of the sons [stars] of the morning
d16	Brother is life's morning clouded
d17	Brother, thou art gone before us
d18	Burst, ye emerald [pearly] gates, and bring
d19	By faith I view my Savior dying
d20	By the poor widow's oil and meal
d21	Can you tell me what ship is a-going for us to sail
d22	Come, all my dear brethren, we've entered on board
d23	Come all you knights, you knights of Malta
d24	Come, angels, seize your harps of gold
d25	Come, little children, now we [you] may partake
d26	Come, my fond fluttering heart, Come struggle to [you must now] be free
d27	Come, parents, children, bond and free
d28	Come, poor guilty, anxious mourner
d29	Come soldiers can't you arise and tell
d30	Come, thou who didst turn the water to wine
d31	Come, we [ye] [you] that love the Lord indeed
d32	Come, ye that love the Lord, Unto me
d33	Daniel's wisdom may I know, Stephen's faith
d34	Dark and thorny [stormy] is the desert
d35	Day of wrath, that day of burning
d36	De poor negro he will go, some one day
d37	Delay not, delay not: O sinner [drunkard] draw near
d38	Enlisted with Jesus to fight against sin
d39	Far over Jordan's rolling river
d40	From every stormy wind [sense] that blows
d41	Go, bring me [them], said the dying fair
d42	Good morning, brother pilgrim, What, marching [traveling] to Zion
d43	Hail, my ever blessed Jesus
d44	Hail the day so long expected, Hail the year
d45	Here is a band of brethren dear
d46	How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord
d47	How happy is the man who has [hath] chosen wisdom's ways
d48	How painfully pleasing the fond recollection Of youthful connections [emotions]
d49	How prone are professors to rest on their lees
d50	How sweet the memory of the dead
d51	How sweet to reflect on the [those] joys that await me [us]
d52	I came to the spot where the White Pilgrim lay
d53	I have a never failing bank
d54	I have become a beggar at the end of my days
d55	I have sought round the [this] verdant earth
d56	I received a gospel letter
d57	I remember how I loved her
d58	I saw a wide and well spread board
d59	I'm tired with [of] visits, modes and forms
d60	In a lone, silent spot
d61	In de dark wood, no Indian nigh
d62	In seasons of grief to my God I'll repair
d63	I've heard of a country o'er London it lies
d64	I've launched my bark for glory
d65	I've shipped on board the gospel ship
d66	Jesus Christ is now among [amongst] us
d67	Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave
d68	Jesus, my King, proclaims the war
d69	Joyfully, joyfully, onward I [we] move
d70	Lay up nearer, brother, nearer
d71	Let me go, my soul is weary
d72	Let party names no more
d73	Lift your standard, lift it high
d74	Like a ship, see the church
d75	Mid [midst] scenes of confusion and creature complaints
d76	Mother, I'm dying now; There's a deep suffocation in my br
d77	Mother, what makes my father gone so very long tonight
d78	Mournfully, tenderly, bear on the dead
d79	My brother, will you meet me
d80	My friends and hearers all adieu
d81	Negro walk de golden street
d82	O brethren, I have found
d83	O careless sinner [sinners], come, pray [and] now attend
d84	O Christian, will you go with me
d85	O, for a faith that will not shrink
d86	O for a thousand tongues to sing my great [dear] Redeemer's praise
d87	O God, thou great Creator
d88	O God, thou great Creator
d89	O tell me no more of this [the] world's vain [vain world's] store
d90	O where can the soul find relief
d91	O where is my father my guardian my guide
d92	O'er mountain and hill I wandered alone
d93	Oft in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain
d94	On don't turn back, don't turn back
d95	Once I loved my Redeemer
d96	Our bondage here [it] shall [will] end by and by
d97	Our kindred dear to heaven have [are] gone
d98	Parted many a toil spent year, Pledged in youth
d99	Poor Christian, look up to the joys set before thee
d100	Praise God for what he's done for me