# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | A grand old song, so sweet and strong | | | | | | | |
d2 | A traveler on the road | | | | | | | |
d3 | Angel fair, angel fair | | | | | | | |
d4 | Be happy, be happy, for bright is the earth | | | | | | | |
d5 | Be kind to dumb creatures | | | | | | | |
d6 | Be kind to each other | | | | | | | |
d7 | Beautiful angel, silver voiced angel | | | | | | | |
d8 | Beautiful star in heaven so bright | | | | | | | |
d9 | Bright days of which the angels sing | | | | | | | |
d10 | Brothers, be ye who ye may | | | | | | | |
d11 | Cherish kindly feelings, children | | | | | | | |
d12 | Come and join in our work | | | | | | | |
d13 | Come, let us sing together | | | | | | | |
d14 | Come to the woods, come to the woods | | | | | | | |
d15 | Dare to be [do] right, dare to be true | | | | | | | |
d16 | Don't kill the birds, the little birds | | | | | | | |
d17 | Far over ocean, o'er moorland | | | | | | | |
d18 | From the west where the rivers | | | | | | | |
d19 | Go onward, Hands of mercy | | | | | | | |
d20 | God bless the little children, Wherever thy may be | | | | | | | |
d21 | God, help our loving band | | | | | | | |
d22 | He who seeks the truth and trembles | | | | | | | |
d23 | Hearts of love with hands | | | | | | | |
d24 | High hopes that burn [burned] like stars sublime | | | | | | | |
d25 | Hushed be the battle's fearful roar | | | | | | | |
d26 | I live for those who love me for those I know are true | | | | | | | |
d27 | I think of a city | | | | | | | |
d28 | If we knew the woe and heartache waiting | | | | | | | |
d29 | If you cannot on the ocean sail among [amongst] the swiftest fleet | | | | | | | |
d30 | Immortal Love, forever full | | | | | | | |
d31 | Kind words bless every ear | | | | | | | |
d32 | Let us love while we may | | | | | | | |
d33 | Let us pause in life's pleasures | | | | | | | |
d34 | Let us set the great world ringing | | | | | | | |
d35 | Low murmurs of music | | | | | | | |
d36 | March on beneath the banner | | | | | | | |
d37 | Meet us, angels, at the gate | | | | | | | |
d38 | Merrily, merrily ring the bells | | | | | | | |
d39 | Morn amid the mountains | | | | | | | |
d40 | O be careful, ever careful | | | | | | | |
d41 | O hear the shout of the brave ring out | | | | | | | |
d42 | O hours most sacred to the soul | | | | | | | |
d43 | O let not sobs of woe | | | | | | | |
d44 | O sometimes gleams upon our [my] sight | | | | | | | |
d45 | O the beautiful hills where the blest have trod | | | | | | | |
d46 | O the cheering dreams we know | | | | | | | |
d47 | O the firm old Rock | | | | | | | |
d48 | O ye who once were mortals | | | | | | | |
d49 | Our hearts are bound together | | | | | | | |
d50 | Ring the bells of mercy, Ring them loud | | | | | | | |
d51 | Sing, for the angels | | | | | | | |
d52 | Stand by the guard | | | | | | | |
d53 | Stand by the weak and small | | | | | | | |
d54 | Tell me the old, old story of mercy | | | | | | | |
d55 | Tell me the song of the beautiful stars | | | | | | | |
d56 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d57 | The turf shall be my fragrant shrine | | | | | | | |
d58 | The waves are bright with rosy light | | | | | | | |
d59 | There is many a rest in [on] the road of life | | | | | | | |
d60 | There's a land far away, mid the stars | | | | | | | |
d61 | Throw out the life line across the dark wave | | | | | | | |
d62 | We all live for those | | | | | | | |
d63 | We are marching on, we are marching on | | | | | | | |
d64 | We have heard of the good time | | | | | | | |
d65 | We love the Father, he's so good | | | | | | | |
d66 | When the children are gone | | | | | | | |
d67 | Where have the souls of our | | | | | | | |
d68 | Where the roses ne'er shall wither | | | | | | | |
d69 | Would you have a form of beauty | | | | | | | |