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| d1 | A day of joyful singing | | | | | | | |
| d2 | A fierce unrest seethes | | | | | | | |
| d3 | A little bit of blowing | | | | | | | |
| d4 | A mighty fortress is our God | | | | | | | |
| d5 | All are architects of fate | | | | | | | |
| d6 | All creatures of our God and King | | | | | | | |
| d7 | All the past we leave behind | | | | | | | |
| d8 | America triumphant, Brave land of pioneers | | | | | | | |
| d9 | At work beside his father's bench | | | | | | | |
| d10 | Bend thy rays upon the cornfields | | | | | | | |
| d11 | Blest is that man who sets his soul's desire | | | | | | | |
| d12 | Brother, sing your country's anthem | | | | | | | |
| d13 | Dawn is like a gate that opens | | | | | | | |
| d14 | Deck the halls with boughs of holly | | | | | | | |
| d15 | Deep under plain and mountain lie | | | | | | | |
| d16 | Divinity is round us, never gone | | | | | | | |
| d17 | Eternal spirit of the chainless | | | | | | | |
| d18 | Fair is their fame who stand | | | | | | | |
| d19 | Faith of the larger liberty | | | | | | | |
| d20 | For flowers that bloom about our feet | | | | | | | |
| d21 | For the beauty of the earth | | | | | | | |
| d22 | Freedom is the finest gold | | | | | | | |
| d23 | Give thanks for the corn and the wheat that are reaped | | | | | | | |
| d24 | God of the earth, the sky, the sea | | | | | | | |
| d25 | God, though this life is but a wraith | | | | | | | |
| d26 | Great is the sun, and wide he goes | | | | | | | |
| d27 | Hail the glorious golden city | | | | | | | |
| d28 | Hail the hero workers of the mighty past | | | | | | | |
| d29 | He came when days were perilous | | | | | | | |
| d30 | Hear, hear, O ye nations, and hearing obey | | | | | | | |
| d31 | Heir of all the ages, I | | | | | | | |
| d32 | I walk the unfrequented road | | | | | | | |
| d33 | I'm glad our house is a little | | | | | | | |
| d34 | I'm thankful for the daily food | | | | | | | |
| d35 | In spring the day is early | | | | | | | |
| d36 | Is there, for honest poverty | | | | | | | |
| d37 | It came upon the [a] midnight clear | | | | | | | |
| d38 | It sounds along the ages | | | | | | | |
| d39 | It swells upon the noonday breeze | | | | | | | |
| d40 | Jesus came on Christmas Day | | | | | | | |
| d41 | Jesus, our Brother, strong [kind] and good | | | | | | | |
| d42 | Jesus walked this lonesome valley | | | | | | | |
| d43 | Leaning last night from my window so high | | | | | | | |
| d44 | Life has loveliness to sell | | | | | | | |
| d45 | Life of ages, richly poured, Love of God, unspent and free | | | | | | | |
| d46 | Light of ages and of nations | | | | | | | |
| d47 | Light of ages, shed by man | | | | | | | |
| d48 | Little Jesus sweetly sleep | | | | | | | |
| d49 | Love that is hoarded | | | | | | | |
| d50 | Lovely secret gardens grow | | | | | | | |
| d51 | Man is the earth upright and proud | | | | | | | |
| d52 | Men whose boast it is, that ye | | | | | | | |
| d53 | Morning, so fair to see | | | | | | | |
| d54 | My country is the world, My flag with stars impearled | | | | | | | |
| d55 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
| d56 | Not gold, but only men can make | | | | | | | |
| d57 | Now sing we of the brave of old | | | | | | | |
| d58 | O beautiful for spacious skies | | | | | | | |
| d59 | O brother man, fold to thy heart thy brother | | | | | | | |
| d60 | O come, all ye faithful, Joyful and triumphant | | | | | | | |
| d61 | O life that maketh all things new | | | | | | | |
| d62 | O little town of Bethlehem, How still we see | | | | | | | |
| d63 | O we believe in Christmas | | | | | | | |
| d64 | On this night, let us light | | | | | | | |
| d65 | Once more is the woodland ringing | | | | | | | |
| d66 | Once to every man and nation | | | | | | | |
| d67 | One world this, for all its sorrow | | | | | | | |
| d68 | Peace, the perfect word is | | | | | | | |
| d69 | Ring, bells, ring | | | | | | | |
| d70 | Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky | | | | | | | |
| d71 | Rock of ages, let our song [songs] | | | | | | | |
| d72 | Sail on, sail on, O thou ship of state | | | | | | | |
| d73 | Silent night, holy night, all is calm, all is bright | | | | | | | |
| d74 | Sometimes I feel like a motherless child | | | | | | | |
| d75 | Spirit of man, ascend thy throne | | | | | | | |
| d76 | Splendor of the morning sunlight | | | | | | | |
| d77 | Spring has now unwrapped the flowers | | | | | | | |
| d78 | The babe is cold | | | | | | | |
| d79 | The children of far distant lands | | | | | | | |
| d80 | The crest and crowning of all good | | | | | | | |
| d81 | The first Noel, the angel did say | | | | | | | |
| d82 | The gentle Shepherd leads his sheep | | | | | | | |
| d83 | The goldenrod has lighted | | | | | | | |
| d84 | The great ocean liners sail | | | | | | | |
| d85 | The morning hangs its signal | | | | | | | |
| d86 | The spacious firmament on high | | | | | | | |
| d87 | The world has come awake | | | | | | | |
| d88 | The world itself rejoices now | | | | | | | |
| d89 | There are loyal hearts, there are spirits brave | | | | | | | |
| d90 | These things shall be, a loftier race | | | | | | | |
| d91 | Thou, earth, art ours, and ours to keep | | | | | | | |
| d92 | 'Tis winter now, the fallen [gleaming] snow | | | | | | | |
| d93 | To him who felt a human sea | | | | | | | |
| d94 | Turn back, O man, forswear thy foolish ways | | | | | | | |
| d95 | Wake viol and flute | | | | | | | |
| d96 | We lift our hearts in thanks today | | | | | | | |
| d97 | We sing of golden mornings | | | | | | | |
| d98 | We will speak out | | | | | | | |
| d99 | When a deed is done for freedom | | | | | | | |
| d100 | When courage fails, and faith burns low | | | | | | | |
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