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d1 | A little word in kindness spoken | | | | | | | |
d2 | All hail the great Emmanuel's name | | | | | | | |
d3 | Along the banks where Babel's current flows | | | | | | | |
d4 | Arrayed in clouds of golden light | | | | | | | |
d5 | As every day, thy mercy spares | | | | | | | |
d6 | Awake, my soul, and with the sun | | | | | | | |
d7 | Be kind to thy [your] father, for when thou [you] wert [wast] [were] young | | | | | | | |
d8 | Be thou, O God, by night, by day | | | | | | | |
d9 | Before the rosy dawn of day | | | | | | | |
d10 | Begin, my soul, the exalted lay | | | | | | | |
d11 | Behold the western evening light | | | | | | | |
d12 | Beneath our feet and o'er our head | | | | | | | |
d13 | Bird of the greenwood | | | | | | | |
d14 | Blest are the pure in heart, For they shall see our [their] God | | | | | | | |
d15 | Bright was the guiding star that led | | | | | | | |
d16 | Brightest and best of the sons [stars] of the morning | | | | | | | |
d17 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
d18 | Child amid [amidst] the flowers at play | | | | | | | |
d19 | Clime beneath whose genial sun | | | | | | | |
d20 | Come to the sunset tree | | | | | | | |
d21 | Come with thy lute to the fountain | | | | | | | |
d22 | Come, ye [you] disconsolate, where'er ye [you] languish | | | | | | | |
d23 | Ere falls the stealing step of dawn | | | | | | | |
d24 | Faintly as tolls the evening chime | | | | | | | |
d25 | Far, far o'er [the] hill and dell [dale] | | | | | | | |
d26 | Far from mortal cares retreating | | | | | | | |
d27 | Far from the [these] narrow [gloomy] scenes of night [life] | | | | | | | |
d28 | Father of mercies, when the day is dawning | | | | | | | |
d29 | Father, thy paternal care | | | | | | | |
d30 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
d31 | Forgive thy foes, nor that alone | | | | | | | |
d32 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
d33 | Gently glides the stream of life | | | | | | | |
d34 | Gently, Lord, O gently lead us | | | | | | | |
d35 | Glad hearts to thee we bring | | | | | | | |
d36 | Go, when the morning shineth | | | | | | | |
d37 | God bless our native land, Firm may she | | | | | | | |
d38 | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
d39 | God of the morning, at whose [thy] voice | | | | | | | |
d40 | Great God, we sing that mighty hand | | | | | | | |
d41 | Hail, Columbia, happy land | | | | | | | |
d42 | Hark, the pealing, softly stealing | | | | | | | |
d43 | Hark, the vesper hymn is stealing | | | | | | | |
d44 | Hark, what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
d45 | Heavenly Father, grant thy blessing on the instructions | | | | | | | |
d46 | How blest the sacred tie that binds | | | | | | | |
d47 | How cheering the thought, that the spirits in bliiss | | | | | | | |
d48 | How fine has the day been, how bright was the sun | | | | | | | |
d49 | How precious is the book divine | | | | | | | |
d50 | How sweet, how [and] heavenly is the sight | | | | | | | |
d51 | How sweet to be allowed to pray | | | | | | | |
d52 | How vain is all beneath the skies [sky] | | | | | | | |
d53 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
d54 | I sing the mighty power of God | | | | | | | |
d55 | I would not live alway [always], I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
d56 | If solid happiness we prize, Within our breast | | | | | | | |
d57 | In sleep's serene oblivion laid | | | | | | | |
d58 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
d59 | Lauded be thy name forever | | | | | | | |
d60 | Let us love one another, not long may we stay | | | | | | | |
d61 | Let us with a joyful mind | | | | | | | |
d62 | Like a dream when one awaketh | | | | | | | |
d63 | List, 'tis music stealing | | | | | | | |
d64 | Lo the blithesome lark is soaring | | | | | | | |
d65 | Lo the heavens are breaking | | | | | | | |
d66 | Lord, dismiss us with Thy blessing, Hope and comfort from above | | | | | | | |
d67 | Lord, lead my heart to learn | | | | | | | |
d68 | Love God with all your soul and strength | | | | | | | |
d69 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
d70 | My soul were [was] dark but for the golden light | | | | | | | |
d71 | Now condescend, almighty king | | | | | | | |
d72 | Now the shades of night are gone | | | | | | | |
d73 | O blest art thou whose steps may rove | | | | | | | |
d74 | O happy is the man [child] who [that] hears instruction's [religion's] [Messiah's] warning voice | | | | | | | |
d75 | O how brightly how brightly the sun moves along | | | | | | | |
d76 | O joy to thee, joy to thee daughter of sorrow | | | | | | | |
d77 | O Pilot, 'tis a fearful night | | | | | | | |
d78 | O thou whose mercy guides my way | | | | | | | |
d79 | O'er frost and snow, a weary way | | | | | | | |
d80 | Oft in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain | | | | | | | |
d81 | On thy fair bosom, silver lake | | | | | | | |
d82 | Once more to thee, O God of love and power | | | | | | | |
d83 | Our Father in heaven we hallow thy name | | | | | | | |
d84 | Peace, troubled soul, whose [thy] plaintive moan | | | | | | | |
d85 | Praise the Lord, ye heavens adore him | | | | | | | |
d86 | Prayer is the soul's [heart's] [saint's] sincere desire | | | | | | | |
d87 | Reflected on the lake, I love | | | | | | | |
d88 | Safely through another week | | | | | | | |
d89 | See how, beneath the moon beam's smile | | | | | | | |
d90 | See the gleams of daylight swim | | | | | | | |
d91 | See the leaves around us [you] falling | | | | | | | |
d92 | Shall school acquantance be forgot | | | | | | | |
d93 | Shepherd of thy little flock | | | | | | | |
d94 | Sister, thou wast [wert] mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
d95 | Sleep forsake [forsakes] us, may the soul gladden in its | | | | | | | |
d96 | So fades the lovely, blooming flower [flowers] | | | | | | | |
d97 | Soft, soft, music is stealing | | | | | | | |
d98 | Softly beam [beams] the dews [dew] of morning | | | | | | | |
d99 | Softly now the light of day | | | | | | | |
d100 | Soon may [shall] the last glad song arise | | | | | | | |