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d1 | Adieu now forever, to the old deceiver | | | | | | | |
d2 | Adieu ye fading things of time | | | | | | | |
d3 | Arise, for thy brightness is come | | | | | | | |
d4 | Away I have turned from this world's transient | | | | | | | |
d5 | Come all good believers, unite in my song | | | | | | | |
d6 | Come brethren and sisters, and stand in your lot | | | | | | | |
d7 | Come brethren and sisters, come let us agree | | | | | | | |
d8 | Come children of Zion, arise | | | | | | | |
d9 | Come gird on your armor ye chidlren of Zion | | | | | | | |
d10 | Come, let us proceed In the way we've agreed | | | | | | | |
d11 | Come, look at the true living order | | | | | | | |
d12 | Come, my soul expatiate freely | | | | | | | |
d13 | Come on, fellow travelers, to Zion we're | | | | | | | |
d14 | Come union flow on like a river | | | | | | | |
d15 | Come ye to the waters and drink | | | | | | | |
d16 | Comfort, comfort ye my people | | | | | | | |
d17 | Depart from me, all worthy lust | | | | | | | |
d18 | Down in the low and humble vale | | | | | | | |
d19 | Eternal thanks and endless praise | | | | | | | |
d20 | For happiness I do aspire | | | | | | | |
d21 | Give thanks to our Creator | | | | | | | |
d22 | God's way is holy, just, divine | | | | | | | |
d23 | Good brethren and sisters, I wish you to hear | | | | | | | |
d24 | Hail our Savior's natal morn | | | | | | | |
d25 | Hail the memorable morn | | | | | | | |
d26 | Hark, listen to the trumpeters They sound for volunteers | | | | | | | |
d27 | Here is a true foundation | | | | | | | |
d28 | How blessed are those who're | | | | | | | |
d29 | How dissatisfaction will roll | | | | | | | |
d30 | How happy that immortal mind Who rests | | | | | | | |
d31 | How happy the youth in these bright | | | | | | | |
d32 | How has Christ to us appeared | | | | | | | |
d33 | How highly we prize it | | | | | | | |
d34 | How inviting are the treasures | | | | | | | |
d35 | How lovely are the saints above | | | | | | | |
d36 | How lovely is the church of Christ | | | | | | | |
d37 | How precious is the gospel | | | | | | | |
d38 | How precious the treasure | | | | | | | |
d39 | How swiftly our days here on earth | | | | | | | |
d40 | How thankful, how happy, and clever I feel | | | | | | | |
d41 | How thankful, how thankful, I gladly embrace | | | | | | | |
d42 | I heard a voice among the graves | | | | | | | |
d43 | I love a believer that's sound | | | | | | | |
d44 | I love my Captain, that I do | | | | | | | |
d45 | I love the blessed gospel | | | | | | | |
d46 | I love thee, I love thee, my Savior, my King | | | | | | | |
d47 | I want to be blessed | | | | | | | |
d48 | In joy and thanksgiving now let us unite | | | | | | | |
d49 | In this day of free salvation | | | | | | | |
d50 | In Zion's ranks I straightly will proceed | | | | | | | |
d51 | I've set out anew for the King | | | | | | | |
d52 | Kind brethren and sisters, I love you most dear | | | | | | | |
d53 | Let nations encounter | | | | | | | |
d54 | Let the young and the old now cleave | | | | | | | |
d55 | Lift, lift up your voices ye heavenly throng | | | | | | | |
d56 | Lo I have seen in mansions bright | | | | | | | |
d57 | Lo the trumpet's blowing | | | | | | | |
d58 | Lord, give me the spirit of prayer | | | | | | | |
d59 | Lord, I desire no greater bliss | | | | | | | |
d60 | Low down in the valley of humiliation | | | | | | | |
d61 | Mortification I do find | | | | | | | |
d62 | Muse, breathe the occasion | | | | | | | |
d63 | My children, says mother, are humble and meek | | | | | | | |
d64 | My gospel friends, again we see | | | | | | | |
d65 | My heart and my voice in sweet praises | | | | | | | |
d66 | My native land and shore | | | | | | | |
d67 | My spirit is thirsting | | | | | | | |
d68 | No longer I'll delay | | | | | | | |
d69 | Now by my motion I shall prove | | | | | | | |
d70 | Now, while I view with great delight | | | | | | | |
d71 | O hail the bright morning of life giving love | | | | | | | |
d72 | O Lord in thy mercy redeem me | | | | | | | |
d73 | O Lord my God, remember me | | | | | | | |
d74 | O Lord my soul from dross refined | | | | | | | |
d75 | O the blessed revelation | | | | | | | |
d76 | O what a rich blessing my soul is possessing | | | | | | | |
d77 | O when I look and view | | | | | | | |
d78 | O Zion arise like a beautiful morning | | | | | | | |
d79 | Obedience to God was the first great command | | | | | | | |
d80 | Of gospel honesty we'll sing | | | | | | | |
d81 | Of true humiliation I want a greater share | | | | | | | |
d82 | Once I had feet that went astray | | | | | | | |
d83 | Our brother's gone he is no more | | | | | | | |
d84 | Our days on earth at most are few | | | | | | | |
d85 | Peace to you, the Savior said | | | | | | | |
d86 | Peace to you, the Savior said | | | | | | | |
d87 | Pure love's a rich treasure | | | | | | | |
d88 | Raise your voice in solemn numbers | | | | | | | |
d89 | Remember me while here I stay | | | | | | | |
d90 | Sing ye mountains and ye hills | | | | | | | |
d91 | That beautiful city, of which it is spoken | | | | | | | |
d92 | The artful delusion and guile | | | | | | | |
d93 | The gospel of Christ and of mother combined | | | | | | | |
d94 | The Lord his vineyard comes to dress | | | | | | | |
d95 | The way I go full well I know | | | | | | | |
d96 | The way of God is very strait | | | | | | | |
d97 | This day has our country | | | | | | | |
d98 | This day I will my zeal renew | | | | | | | |
d99 | This is the burden of my song | | | | | | | |
d100 | This is the day, this is the day the Lord hath made | | | | | | | |