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d1 | A poor wayfaring man of grief Hath often crossed | | | | | | | |
d2 | All hail the great Immanuel's name | | | | | | | |
d3 | And must this body die | | | | | | | |
d4 | Art thou my Father; canst thou bear | | | | | | | |
d5 | Awake, and sing the song of Moses and the Lamb | | | | | | | |
d6 | Awake my soul, stretch every nerve | | | | | | | |
d7 | Be thou, O God, exalted high | | | | | | | |
d8 | Behold the glories of the Lamb, Amidst [amid] his father's throne | | | | | | | |
d9 | Children of the heavenly king as we journey | | | | | | | |
d10 | Christ the [our] Lord is [has] risen today, [Alleluia] [Sons of men] | | | | | | | |
d11 | Come dearest Lord, and bless this day | | | | | | | |
d12 | Come, let our voices join | | | | | | | |
d13 | Come, let us join | | | | | | | |
d14 | Come, saith [said] [says] Jesus' sacred voice | | | | | | | |
d15 | Come soft and gentle evening | | | | | | | |
d16 | Faintly as tolls the evening chime | | | | | | | |
d17 | Father of mercies, in thy [your] word | | | | | | | |
d18 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
d19 | Go, when the morning shineth | | | | | | | |
d20 | God is love, his mercy brightens | | | | | | | |
d21 | Great is the Lord, what tongue can frame [tell] | | | | | | | |
d22 | Hail to thee, melody | | | | | | | |
d23 | Happy the Church, thou [the] sacred place | | | | | | | |
d24 | Hark, the deep toned bell is calling | | | | | | | |
d25 | Hark, the morning bells are ringing Children, haste without delay | | | | | | | |
d26 | How beauteous are their [his] feet | | | | | | | |
d27 | How large the promise, how divine | | | | | | | |
d28 | How pleased and blest was I | | | | | | | |
d29 | How shall the young secure their hearts | | | | | | | |
d30 | How sweet [sweetly] upon this sacred day | | | | | | | |
d31 | Humble praises, holy Jesus, Infant voices raise | | | | | | | |
d32 | I ask not wealth, nor pomp, nor power | | | | | | | |
d33 | I know that earth is not the home | | | | | | | |
d34 | I saw one hanging on a [the] tree | | | | | | | |
d35 | I would not live alway [always], I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
d36 | Jerusalem, my glorious home | | | | | | | |
d37 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
d38 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
d39 | Jesus, the Conqueror, reigns | | | | | | | |
d40 | Just see, behind the sloping hill | | | | | | | |
d41 | Let every creature join To praise the eternal God | | | | | | | |
d42 | Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
d43 | Lord, teach us [me] how to pray aright | | | | | | | |
d44 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
d45 | My son, know thou the Lord | | | | | | | |
d46 | My soul be on thy [your] guard | | | | | | | |
d47 | Not to our names thou only just and true | | | | | | | |
d48 | Now that my journey's just begun | | | | | | | |
d49 | O God, my refuge, hear my cries | | | | | | | |
d50 | O Lord, while angels praise thee | | | | | | | |
d51 | O thou to whom all creatures bow | | | | | | | |
d52 | O 'twas a joyful sound to hear Our tribes devoutly say | | | | | | | |
d53 | O when the hours of life are past | | | | | | | |
d54 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
d55 | On the mountain's top | | | | | | | |
d56 | Peace, troubled soul, whose [thy] plaintive moan | | | | | | | |
d57 | Praise to thee, thou [our] great creator | | | | | | | |
d58 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
d59 | Sing, my soul, his wondrous love | | | | | | | |
d60 | Soft are the fruitful things | | | | | | | |
d61 | Softly now the light of day | | | | | | | |
d62 | Soon will set the Sabbath sun | | | | | | | |
d63 | Teach us, O Father, how to pray | | | | | | | |
d64 | The chosen place how cheering | | | | | | | |
d65 | The morning sky [sun] is bright and clear | | | | | | | |
d66 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d67 | This day belongs to God alone | | | | | | | |
d68 | We've passed a pleasant Sabbath day | | | | | | | |
d69 | What fairylike music | | | | | | | |
d70 | What's this that steals, that steals upon my frame | | | | | | | |
d71 | When shall the voice of singing flow | | | | | | | |
d72 | When the streamlet is flowing | | | | | | | |
d73 | While with ceaseless [careless] course the sun | | | | | | | |