# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | A beautiful land of light I see | | | | | | | |
d2 | A gentle word hath a magic power | | | | | | | |
d3 | A home in heaven, what a joyful thought | | | | | | | |
d4 | A little word in kindness said | | | | | | | |
d5 | A new and blessed era | | | | | | | |
d6 | A soldier of the legion lay dying in Algiers; | | | | | | | |
d7 | A song for the fountain | | | | | | | |
d8 | A stranger preached last Sunday | | | | | | | |
d9 | A traveller through a dusty road | | | | | | | |
d10 | Adieu, adieu, we now must part | | | | | | | |
d11 | An angel thing, a spell of joy | | | | | | | |
d12 | Angels loved the precious pearl | | | | | | | |
d13 | Around the blazing hearth of home | | | | | | | |
d14 | Art not weary of thy wandering? | | | | | | | |
d15 | Away with the cup I so oft revelled round | | | | | | | |
d16 | Be firm, be bold, be strong, be true | | | | | | | |
d17 | Be thou, O God, exalted high | | | | | | | |
d18 | Bird of the brighter land | | | | | | | |
d19 | Bless God for rain, the good man said | | | | | | | |
d20 | Blest be the tie that binds our hearts in Christian love | | | | | | | |
d21 | Brother, there is bending o'er thee | | | | | | | |
d22 | Clime of the brave, the high heart's home | | | | | | | |
d23 | Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly dove | | | | | | | |
d24 | Come, let us join our friends above, who [that] have obtained the prize | | | | | | | |
d25 | Come, O my [our] soul [souls], in sacred [joyous] lays | | | | | | | |
d26 | Come on, my partners in distress | | | | | | | |
d27 | Come sing to me of heaven | | | | | | | |
d28 | Companion dear, the hour draws nigh | | | | | | | |
d29 | Day is breaking, earth is waking Darkness from the hills is gone | | | | | | | |
d30 | Dear mother, listen to my song | | | | | | | |
d31 | Do good, do good, there's ever a way | | | | | | | |
d32 | Do good, do good, we are never too young | | | | | | | |
d33 | Do they miss me at home, do they miss me? | | | | | | | |
d34 | Draw aside the snowy curtains | | | | | | | |
d35 | Ere peace and Freedom, hand in hand | | | | | | | |
d36 | Far from mortal cares retreating | | | | | | | |
d37 | Father and Friend, Thy light, thy love | | | | | | | |
d38 | Father, grant us now thy blessing | | | | | | | |
d39 | For a season called to part | | | | | | | |
d40 | For freedom, the soul of our nation | | | | | | | |
d41 | Fount of wisdom, Source of life | | | | | | | |
d42 | Friend after friend departs | | | | | | | |
d43 | From all that [who] dwell [dwells] below the [in earth and] skies | | | | | | | |
d44 | From pleasures that woo | | | | | | | |
d45 | Full oft we wake from weary dreams | | | | | | | |
d46 | Go forth to life, O child of earth | | | | | | | |
d47 | God is love, his mercy brightens | | | | | | | |
d48 | God of our liberties, God of our victories | | | | | | | |
d49 | God of the mountain, God of the storm | | | | | | | |
d50 | Great God, the heavens well ordered frame | | | | | | | |
d51 | Great God, thy face I cannot see | | | | | | | |
d52 | Gushing so bright in the mornning light | | | | | | | |
d53 | Hark, I hear an angel sing | | | | | | | |
d54 | Hark, the trump of war is sounding | | | | | | | |
d55 | Hark, what sweet voices do I hear | | | | | | | |
d56 | Have faith in man, thy brother | | | | | | | |
d57 | Have you heard, have you heard of that [the] sun-bright [heavenly] clime | | | | | | | |
d58 | Hear the wild bird sweetly sing | | | | | | | |
d59 | Heard you not the din of battle | | | | | | | |
d60 | Heaven is it a place | | | | | | | |
d61 | Heed well what the angel to mourners said | | | | | | | |
d62 | Ho ye that rest beneath the rock | | | | | | | |
d63 | Hope like an angel fom the skies | | | | | | | |
d64 | How beauteous are their [his] feet | | | | | | | |
d65 | How blest the place where heaven is | | | | | | | |
d66 | How blest the righteous when he dies | | | | | | | |
d67 | How happy is he born and [or] taught | | | | | | | |
d68 | How helpless nature lies | | | | | | | |
d69 | How long, O Lord, am I to stay | | | | | | | |
d70 | How pleasant here each day to meet | | | | | | | |
d71 | How sweet, how [and] heavenly is the sight | | | | | | | |
d72 | How sweet the hour of closing day | | | | | | | |
d73 | How sweet to reflect on the [those] joys that await me [us] | | | | | | | |
d74 | How vain is all beneath the skies [sky] | | | | | | | |
d75 | Hurrah, for the purple glass | | | | | | | |
d76 | Hush, I cannot bear to see thee | | | | | | | |
d77 | I am all alone in my chamber now | | | | | | | |
d78 | I am dreaming, sadly dreaming | | | | | | | |
d79 | I beheld a golden portal in the visions of my slumber | | | | | | | |
d80 | I gazed down life's dim labyrinth | | | | | | | |
d81 | I live for those who love me, whose hearts | | | | | | | |
d82 | I long for the sure life | | | | | | | |
d83 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
d84 | I remember a voice which once guided my way | | | | | | | |
d85 | I think, when I read that [the] sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
d86 | I used to think that yonder sky | | | | | | | |
d87 | I wondered but one summer night | | | | | | | |
d88 | I would not change this happy scene | | | | | | | |
d89 | If any be distressed, and fain would gather | | | | | | | |
d90 | If I were a sunbeam, I know what I would do I | | | | | | | |
d91 | If others spend their youthful days | | | | | | | |
d92 | If the popor man pass thy door | | | | | | | |
d93 | If the tear of love should wound the heart | | | | | | | |
d94 | If yon bright orbs which gem the night | | | | | | | |
d95 | I'm a lonely traveler here | | | | | | | |
d96 | I'm a pilgrim and I'm a stranger, I can tarry | | | | | | | |
d97 | In every human mind we see | | | | | | | |
d98 | In the silence of the midnight | | | | | | | |
d99 | In the vineyard of our father | | | | | | | |
d100 | Inspirer and hearer of prayer | | | | | | | |