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201 | O Lord, thy work revive, In Zion's gloomy hour | | | | | | | |
202 | Stand up, and bless the Lord, ye people | | | | | | | |
203 | Blest be the tie that binds our hearts in Christian love | | | | | | | |
204 | Serene, I laid me down | | | | | | | |
205 | Forever with the Lord [our God], amen, so let it be | | | | | | | |
206 | Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high | | | | | | | |
207 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
208 | Great God, to thee my evening song | | | | | | | |
209 | Awake, my soul, and with the sun | | | | | | | |
210 | Glory to thee, my [our] God [O Lord], this night [day] | | | | | | | |
211 | Now, from labor and from care | | | | | | | |
212 | How sweet to leave the world awhile | | | | | | | |
213 | My God, how endless [lasting] is thy love | | | | | | | |
214 | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
215 | Whither, O whither should [shall] I fly | | | | | | | |
216 | Savior, breathe an evening blessing | | | | | | | |
217 | Christ for the world we sing | | | | | | | |
218 | Father of love and power, Guard thou | | | | | | | |
219 | God bless our native land, Firm may she | | | | | | | |
220 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
221 | O God, beneath thy [your] guiding hand | | | | | | | |
222 | Great God, we sing that mighty hand | | | | | | | |
223 | Our Helper, God, we bless his [thy] name | | | | | | | |
224 | Brightest and best of the sons [stars] of the morning | | | | | | | |
225 | Hark, what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
226 | How calm and beautiful the morn | | | | | | | |
227 | Praise to God, immortal praise | | | | | | | |
228 | Praise, O praise the name divine | | | | | | | |
229 | O for that tenderness of heart | | | | | | | |
230 | How condescending, and how kind | | | | | | | |
231 | If human kindness meets return | | | | | | | |
232 | When languor and disease invade | | | | | | | |
233 | O Sacred Head now [once] [sore] wounded [surrounded] | | | | | | | |
234 | There is a calm for those who [that] weep | | | | | | | |
235 | Sweet is the scene when [where] Christians die | | | | | | | |
236 | How blest the righteous when he dies | | | | | | | |
237 | Cease, ye [you] mourners, cease to languish | | | | | | | |
238 | Sister, thou wast [wert] mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
239 | Tarry with me, O my Savior | | | | | | | |
240 | Always with us, always with us, Words of cheer | | | | | | | |
241 | Unvail [Unveil] thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
242 | Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
243 | Thou art gone to the grave but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
244 | Why do we [ye] [you] mourn departing [departed] [for dying] friends | | | | | | | |
245 | O for the death of those | | | | | | | |
246 | This is not my [a] place of resting | | | | | | | |
247 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
248 | Time is winging us away | | | | | | | |
249 | O [When] thou my righteous Judge shall [shalt] come | | | | | | | |
250 | Lo! on a narrow neck of land | | | | | | | |
251 | O thou who hearest the prayer of faith | | | | | | | |
252 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
253 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
254 | O could our thoughts and wishes fly | | | | | | | |
255 | A few more years shall roll | | | | | | | |
256 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
257 | Though often here we're weary, There is sweet rest above | | | | | | | |
258 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
259 | Mid [midst] scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
260 | He leadeth me, O blessed thought | | | | | | | |
261 | In the Christian's home in [of] glory | | | | | | | |
262 | Tell me the old, old story of unseen things above | | | | | | | |
263 | Work, for the night is coming | | | | | | | |
264 | Follow the path [paths] of [to] Jesus | | | | | | | |
265 | Lord, I hear of [that] [the] showers of blessing | | | | | | | |
266 | Pass me not, O gentle Savior | | | | | | | |
267 | Shall we gather at [by] the river, Where bright angel feet have trod | | | | | | | |
268 | Go and tell Jesus, weary, sin sick [fainting] soul | | | | | | | |
269 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
270 | Now I have found a friend | | | | | | | |
271 | I'm but a stranger [traveler] here, heaven is my home | | | | | | | |
272 | One [A] sweetly [sweet] solemn thought comes to me o'er and o'er | | | | | | | |
273 | When this passing world is done | | | | | | | |
274 | Oh, happy day that fixed my choice | | | | | | | |
275 | I am coming to the cross, I am poor | | | | | | | |
276 | I love to tell the story of unseen things above | | | | | | | |
277 | I hear the Savior say, thy strength indeed is small | | | | | | | |
278 | Almost persuaded now to believe, Almost | | | | | | | |
279 | Late, late, so late! and dark the night and chill | | | | | | | |
280 | Brightly beams our Father's mercy | | | | | | | |
281 | Have you on the Lord believed | | | | | | | |
D1 | Praise God, from whom all blessings flow | | | | | | | |
D2 | To God the Father, God the Son | | | | | | | |
D3 | To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost | | | | | | | |
D4 | Let God the Father, and the Son | | | | | | | |
D5 | The Father and the Son | | | | | | | |
D6 | To God, the Father, Son | | | | | | | |