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d1 | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? | | | | | | | |
d2 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
d3 | All people that on earth do dwell, Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice | | | | | | | |
d4 | Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, That saved | | | | | | | |
d5 | Ancient of days, who [that] sittest enthroned [throned] in glory | | | | | | | |
d6 | Angel voices, ever singing | | | | | | | |
d7 | Angels from the realms of glory | | | | | | | |
d8 | Art thou weary, art thou languid | | | | | | | |
d9 | Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
d10 | Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine | | | | | | | |
d11 | Blest be the tie that binds our hearts in Christian love | | | | | | | |
d12 | Brightly beams our Father's mercy | | | | | | | |
d13 | Brood o'er us with thy sheltering wing | | | | | | | |
d14 | Carry me back to Calvary's mountain | | | | | | | |
d15 | Christ the [our] Lord is [has] risen today, [Alleluia] [Sons of men] | | | | | | | |
d16 | Come, come, ye saints, no toil nor labor fear | | | | | | | |
d17 | Come, thou almighty King, Help us thy name to sing | | | | | | | |
d18 | Come, ye [you] thankful people, come | | | | | | | |
d19 | Dear guardian [husband] of Mary, dear nurse [fond guide] of her child | | | | | | | |
d20 | Do not wait until some deed of greatness you may do | | | | | | | |
d21 | Eternal Father, strong to save, whose arm | | | | | | | |
d22 | Eternal Mind the Potter is | | | | | | | |
d23 | Faith of our fathers, living still [faith] | | | | | | | |
d24 | Flee, as a bird, to your [yon] [the] mountain | | | | | | | |
d25 | Fling out the banner, let it float | | | | | | | |
d26 | Give of your best to the Master, Give of the strength | | | | | | | |
d27 | God be with you till we meet again | | | | | | | |
d28 | God of might, God of right | | | | | | | |
d29 | God of our fathers, Whose almighty hand | | | | | | | |
d30 | God supreme, to thee we pray, Let our lips be taught | | | | | | | |
d31 | Gone from my heart the world and [with] all its charms | | | | | | | |
d32 | Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty, Early | | | | | | | |
d33 | How sweet and happy seem those days | | | | | | | |
d34 | I am thine, O Lord, I have heard thy voice | | | | | | | |
d35 | I come to the garden alone | | | | | | | |
d36 | I love to tell the story of unseen things above | | | | | | | |
d37 | I'll sing a hymn to Mary, the Mother of my God | | | | | | | |
d38 | I'm but a stranger [traveler] here, heaven is my home | | | | | | | |
d39 | In the cross of Christ I [we] glory, towering | | | | | | | |
d40 | In the secret of his presence how my soul | | | | | | | |
d41 | Into a [the] tent where a gypsy boy lay | | | | | | | |
d42 | I've [I have] found a friend in Jesus, He's everything to me | | | | | | | |
d43 | Jesus, my Lord, my God, my all, How can I love thee | | | | | | | |
d44 | Jolly old Saint Nicholas, lean your ear | | | | | | | |
d45 | Joy to the world, the Lord is [has] come | | | | | | | |
d46 | Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom | | | | | | | |
d47 | Love divine, all loves [love] excelling | | | | | | | |
d48 | Mary, dearest mother, from thy | | | | | | | |
d49 | Mine eyes have seen the glory | | | | | | | |
d50 | Mother dear, O pray for me | | | | | | | |
d51 | Mother dearest, mother fairest | | | | | | | |
d52 | Must Jesus bear the [his] cross alone | | | | | | | |
d53 | O come, all ye faithful, Joyful and triumphant | | | | | | | |
d54 | O esca viatorum, o panis angelorum | | | | | | | |
d55 | O, for a faith that will not shrink | | | | | | | |
d56 | O gentle presence, peace and joy and power | | | | | | | |
d57 | O God of love, O King [God] of peace | | | | | | | |
d58 | O little town of Bethlehem, How still we see | | | | | | | |
d59 | O Lord, I am not worthy | | | | | | | |
d60 | O safe to the Rock that is higher than I | | | | | | | |
d61 | O sanctissima, O piissima, Dulcis virgo Maria | | | | | | | |
d62 | O what could my Jesus do more | | | | | | | |
d63 | O'er waiting harp strings of the mind | | | | | | | |
d64 | On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross | | | | | | | |
d65 | Once to every man and nation | | | | | | | |
d66 | Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, With the cross | | | | | | | |
d67 | Onward to Zion, faithful and strong | | | | | | | |
d68 | Pass me not, O gentle Savior | | | | | | | |
d69 | Rescue the perishing, care for the dying | | | | | | | |
d70 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d71 | Rock of ages, let our song [songs] | | | | | | | |
d72 | Savior, breathe an evening blessing | | | | | | | |
d73 | Shall we gather at [by] the river, Where bright angel feet have trod | | | | | | | |
d74 | Shepherd, show us how to go | | | | | | | |
d75 | Silent night, holy night, all is calm, all is bright | | | | | | | |
d76 | Sleep, my child, and peace attend thee | | | | | | | |
d77 | Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling | | | | | | | |
d78 | Softly now the light of day | | | | | | | |
d79 | Ten thousand times ten thousand, in sparkling raiment | | | | | | | |
d80 | The first Noel, the angel did say | | | | | | | |
d81 | The homeland, O the homeland, the land of souls free born | | | | | | | |
d82 | The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know | | | | | | | |
d83 | The saints shall wear robes as the lilies | | | | | | | |
d84 | The Son of God goes forth to war | | | | | | | |
d85 | There comes to my heart one [a] sweet strain | | | | | | | |
d86 | There is a green hill far away, Without a city wall | | | | | | | |
d87 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | | | |
d88 | There shall be showers of blessing, this is the [God's] promise | | | | | | | |
d89 | There's a dear and precious book | | | | | | | |
d90 | There's an old, old path where [and] the sun shines through | | | | | | | |
d91 | 'Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus, just to take him | | | | | | | |
d92 | To Jesus' heart all burning with fervent love for men | | | | | | | |
d93 | Were you there when they crucified my Lord | | | | | | | |
d94 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d95 | Where cross the crowded ways of life | | | | | | | |
d96 | Why do you wait, dear brother | | | | | | | |
d97 | Yield not to temptation, for yielding is sin | | | | | | | |