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3 | On this holy Lord's-day morning | | | | | | | |
4a | Through a dark world of woe | | | | | | | |
4b | There's a region above | | | | | | | |
5a | Sinners, say, will you go | | | | | | | |
5b | I will go, I will go To that bright home in heaven! | | | | | | | |
5c | Holy Bible! book divine! | | | | | | | |
6a | Just as I am, without one plea | | | | | | | |
6b | From all that dwell below the skies | | | | | | | |
7 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
8a | Amid the splendors of the sun | | | | | | | |
8b | O, when shall the glad tidings spread | | | | | | | |
9 | Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning | | | | | | | |
10 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
11a | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
11b | Arise, ye people, and adore | | | | | | | |
12 | A beautiful land by faith I see | | | | | | | |
13 | Come, sound his praise abroad | | | | | | | |
14 | Long time I have been wandering along life's rugged road | | | | | | | |
15 | Once more, my soul, the rising day | | | | | | | |
16 | We are going home, we've had visions | | | | | | | |
17a | A home in heaven! what a joyful thought | | | | | | | |
17b | O for a thousand tongues to sing | | | | | | | |
17c | From whence does this union arise | | | | | | | |
18a | Jerusalem, my happy home | | | | | | | |
18b | Be thou, O God, exalted high | | | | | | | |
19a | In the name of God advancing | | | | | | | |
19b | Praise the Lord of all creation | | | | | | | |
20 | Come away, come away, life is too sad for thee | | | | | | | |
22 | The morning light is breaking | | | | | | | |
23a | To thee, O blessed Savior | | | | | | | |
23b | Come, let us tune our voices | | | | | | | |
24 | Ever constant, ever true | | | | | | | |
25 | I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger | | | | | | | |
26 | The Prince of Salvation in triumph is riding | | | | | | | |
27 | Jerusalem, my glorious home | | | | | | | |
28 | We are on the ocean sailing | | | | | | | |
29 | My God! how endless is thy love! | | | | | | | |
30 | Arrayed in clouds of golden light | | | | | | | |
31 | Songs of praise awoke the morn | | | | | | | |
32 | On the mountain-top appearing | | | | | | | |
33 | There seems a voice in ev'ry gale | | | | | | | |
34a | Soon as the morn with roses | | | | | | | |
34b | Come, sound his praise abroad | | | | | | | |
35a | The Sabbath breezes fan my brow | | | | | | | |
35b | Gentle spirit, come again | | | | | | | |
35c | Invited by a Savior's love | | | | | | | |
35d | Little rain-drops feed the rill | | | | | | | |
36a | O thou Fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
36b | Salvation! O the joyful sound! | | | | | | | |
37a | "'Neath the clouds the is shining" | | | | | | | |
37b | O God, ten thousand flowers | | | | | | | |
38a | How beauteous is the earth! how bright the sky! | | | | | | | |
38b | O thou who hast led us so thus safely along | | | | | | | |
39a | You may sing of the beauty of mountain and dale | | | | | | | |
39b | There is a path that leads to God | | | | | | | |
39c | Our evil actions spring | | | | | | | |
40 | There's a land far away 'mid the stars, we are told | | | | | | | |
41a | Youth, when devoted to the Lord | | | | | | | |
41b | 'Tis religion that can give | | | | | | | |
41c | Come, let us join with one accord | | | | | | | |
41d | And now another hour is past | | | | | | | |
42 | We've enlisted in a war, but 'tis not with flesh and blood | | | | | | | |
43 | Holy Father, blest Creator | | | | | | | |
44a | No gentle floweret blooms in vain | | | | | | | |
44b | I am a very little child | | | | | | | |
45a | From every stormy wind that blows | | | | | | | |
45b | O Lord, our Shepherd, deign to keep | | | | | | | |
45c | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
46 | When little Samuel woke | | | | | | | |
47 | Beautiful, sublime, and glorious | | | | | | | |
48 | Lord of all power and might! | | | | | | | |
49 | When the Savior appears | | | | | | | |
50 | O the shadow--beautiful shadows! | | | | | | | |
51 | In the leafy. budding springtime | | | | | | | |
52 | She hath gone to the Christian's land of rest | | | | | | | |
53 | O sing to me of heaven | | | | | | | |
54a | 'Tis twilight and adown the west | | | | | | | |
54b | Blessed, blessed be Jehovah, Israel's God | | | | | | | |
55 | While we thro' this valley | | | | | | | |
56 | Jesus my Lord to glory's gone | | | | | | | |
57a | O that the Lord would teach my tongue | | | | | | | |
57b | Dear Lord, who in thy love so great | | | | | | | |
57c | O Jesus, delight of my soul | | | | | | | |
57d | Once more, before we part | | | | | | | |
58 | Come, let us sing of Jesus | | | | | | | |
59a | The ransomed spirit to her home | | | | | | | |
59b | Attend, young friends, while I relate | | | | | | | |
60a | When the nightwind bewaileth the fall of the year | | | | | | | |
60b | Yes, again in the regions of heavenly bliss | | | | | | | |
61a | How sweet to my heart is the morning of rest | | | | | | | |
61b | There's not a star whose twinkling ray | | | | | | | |
61c | Sweet is the work, O Lord | | | | | | | |
62 | As lightly and sweetly we tread | | | | | | | |
63a | Away with our sorrow and fear | | | | | | | |
63b | We'll not forget the Sunday-school | | | | | | | |
63c | Lost in the mazes dark of sin | | | | | | | |
64 | Lo! the gospel ship is sailing | | | | | | | |
65 | Sister, thou wast mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
66 | Morn amid the mountains | | | | | | | |
67a | Why should I say, 'Tis yet too soon | | | | | | | |