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d1 | A few more days on earth to spend | | | | | | | |
d2 | A home in heaven, what a joyful thought | | | | | | | |
d3 | A little word in kindness spoken | | | | | | | |
d4 | A voice from the savage, a voice from the slave | | | | | | | |
d5 | A young rose, in the summer time | | | | | | | |
d6 | Accept our thanks for all your love | | | | | | | |
d7 | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? | | | | | | | |
d8 | Alas how changed that lovely flower | | | | | | | |
d9 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
d10 | Almighty Father, heavenly King | | | | | | | |
d11 | Almighty Sovereign of the skies | | | | | | | |
d12 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
d13 | Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, That saved | | | | | | | |
d14 | An alien from God, and a stranger to grace | | | | | | | |
d15 | And am I born to die | | | | | | | |
d16 | And let this feeble body fail | | | | | | | |
d17 | And must I be to judgment brought | | | | | | | |
d18 | And must this body die | | | | | | | |
d19 | And now, my soul another year | | | | | | | |
d20 | And will the Judge descend [ascend] | | | | | | | |
d21 | Another day is past, the hours | | | | | | | |
d22 | Another six days' work is done | | | | | | | |
d23 | Approach, my soul, the mercy seat | | | | | | | |
d24 | Arise, my soul, arise, Shake off | | | | | | | |
d25 | As on the cross the Savior hung | | | | | | | |
d26 | Assembled in our school once more | | | | | | | |
d27 | Attend, young friends, while [whilst] I relate | | | | | | | |
d28 | Awake my heart, my soul arise | | | | | | | |
d29 | Awake, my soul, and with the sun | | | | | | | |
d30 | Away from his home and the friends of his youth | | | | | | | |
d31 | Behold, the leaves which fade and die | | | | | | | |
d32 | Behold the pilgrim as he dies | | | | | | | |
d33 | Behold the throne of grace | | | | | | | |
d34 | Behold with awful pomp | | | | | | | |
d35 | Blest be the tie that binds our hearts in Christian love | | | | | | | |
d36 | Blest morning, whose first, dawning [opening] rays [hour] [light] | | | | | | | |
d37 | Blow ye [you] the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
d38 | Brethren beloved for Jesus | | | | | | | |
d39 | Burst, ye emerald [pearly] gates, and bring | | | | | | | |
d40 | Cheer up, for grief is of the night | | | | | | | |
d41 | Child of sorrow, child of care, murmur not | | | | | | | |
d42 | Children, to your Creator, God | | | | | | | |
d43 | Christ and his [the] cross is [are] all our [my] theme | | | | | | | |
d44 | Christian, see the orient morning | | | | | | | |
d45 | Come all who love to pray | | | | | | | |
d46 | Come and taste along with me, consolation running free | | | | | | | |
d47 | Come brethren and sisters, that [who] love my [our] dear Lord | | | | | | | |
d48 | Come Christian brethren ere we part | | | | | | | |
d49 | Come dearest Lord, and bless this day | | | | | | | |
d50 | Come gracious Lord, descend and dwell | | | | | | | |
d51 | Come, let us anew our journey pursue, Roll round | | | | | | | |
d52 | Come, let us join our friends above, who [that] have obtained the prize | | | | | | | |
d53 | Come, let us join with one [in sweet] accord | | | | | | | |
d54 | Come, my brethren, let us try | | | | | | | |
d55 | Come, my soul, thy suit prepare | | | | | | | |
d56 | Come, praying souls, rejoice | | | | | | | |
d57 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
d58 | Come to the house of prayer, It is the night | | | | | | | |
d59 | Come, trembling sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
d60 | Come, ye [you] disconsolate, where'er ye [you] languish | | | | | | | |
d61 | Come ye [you] sinners, poor and wretched [needy], Weak and wounded | | | | | | | |
d62 | Come, ye [you] [we] that [who] love the Lord [Christ], And let your [our] joys | | | | | | | |
d63 | Companion hail, again we meet | | | | | | | |
d64 | Creator of the universe | | | | | | | |
d65 | Dark brood the heavens o'er thee | | | | | | | |
d66 | Dear Lord, attend my [our] prayer | | | | | | | |
d67 | Dear refuge of my [the] weary soul, On thee, when sorows rise | | | | | | | |
d68 | Death cannot make our souls afraid, If God be with us there | | | | | | | |
d69 | Death, 'tis a melancholy day To those that have no God | | | | | | | |
d70 | Dismiss us with Thy blessing, Lord, Help | | | | | | | |
d71 | Do not I love thee, O my Lord [God]? Behold my heart and see | | | | | | | |
d72 | Dread Sovereign, let my evening song | | | | | | | |
d73 | Drooping souls no longer grieve, Heaven | | | | | | | |
d74 | Early, my God, without delay | | | | | | | |
d75 | Fades the lovely blooming flower | | | | | | | |
d76 | Far, far away in India | | | | | | | |
d77 | Far, far from home, the rising waves | | | | | | | |
d78 | Far from affliction, toil and care | | | | | | | |
d79 | Far from the [these] narrow [gloomy] scenes of night [life] | | | | | | | |
d80 | Far from the utmost verge of day | | | | | | | |
d81 | Farewell, my dear brethren, the time is at hand | | | | | | | |
d82 | Farewell to afflictions of earth | | | | | | | |
d83 | Farewell, we meet no more on this side of heaven | | | | | | | |
d84 | Father, by saints on earth adored | | | | | | | |
d85 | Father divine, thy piercing eye | | | | | | | |
d86 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
d87 | Firmly, brethren, firmly stand | | | | | | | |
d88 | Frequent the [this] day of [O] God returns | | | | | | | |
d89 | From all that [who] dwell [dwells] below the [in earth and] skies | | | | | | | |
d90 | From earliest dawn of life | | | | | | | |
d91 | From every stormy wind [sense] that blows | | | | | | | |
d92 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
d93 | From nature's crystal fountain | | | | | | | |
d94 | From whence doth [does] this [the] union arise | | | | | | | |
d95 | Glory to thee, my [our] God [O Lord], this night [day] | | | | | | | |
d96 | Go thou, in life's fair morning | | | | | | | |
d97 | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
d98 | God of my life, my morning song | | | | | | | |
d99 | God of our life [lives], thy various praise | | | | | | | |
d100 | God of the morning, at whose [thy] voice | | | | | | | |