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d1 | A beautiful land by faith I see | | | | | | | |
d2 | A crown of glory bright | | | | | | | |
d3 | Above the waves of earthly strife | | | | | | | |
d4 | Again the Lord of life and light | | | | | | | |
d5 | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? | | | | | | | |
d6 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
d7 | All night long till break of day | | | | | | | |
d8 | Although I am a sinful child | | | | | | | |
d9 | And may I still get there | | | | | | | |
d10 | Around the throne of God in heaven, thousands | | | | | | | |
d11 | Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
d12 | Away, away, not a moment to linger | | | | | | | |
d13 | Be joyful in God, all ye lands | | | | | | | |
d14 | Beautiful Zion, built above; Beautiful city that I love | | | | | | | |
d15 | Beyond the smiling and the weeping | | | | | | | |
d16 | Blessed are the pure in heart, blessed evermore | | | | | | | |
d17 | Blest be the tie that binds our hearts in Christian love | | | | | | | |
d18 | Blow ye [you] the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
d19 | By faith I view my Savior dying | | | | | | | |
d20 | Carol, but in gladness, not in songs | | | | | | | |
d21 | Casting all your care upon him, For he careth for you | | | | | | | |
d22 | Children, come, will you come | | | | | | | |
d23 | Children of Jerusalem sang the praise | | | | | | | |
d24 | Christian, the morn breaks sweetly [gently] o'er thee | | | | | | | |
d25 | Christians, I am on my journey | | | | | | | |
d26 | Come and sweetly tune your voices | | | | | | | |
d27 | Come, children, and join in our festival song | | | | | | | |
d28 | Come, children, drink the balmy dew | | | | | | | |
d29 | Come children, join to [and] sing | | | | | | | |
d30 | Come children of Zion, and help us to sing | | | | | | | |
d31 | Come, come to Jesus, He waits to pardon [welcome] thee | | | | | | | |
d32 | Come, let us sweetly sing, join in full chorus | | | | | | | |
d33 | Come, little soldiers, join in our band | | | | | | | |
d34 | Come, poor pilgrim, sad and weary | | | | | | | |
d35 | Come, thou almighty King, Help us thy name to sing | | | | | | | |
d36 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
d37 | Come to Jesus, come to Jesus, Come to Jesus just now | | | | | | | |
d38 | Come to Jesus, erring one | | | | | | | |
d39 | Come ye [you] sinners, poor and wretched [needy], Weak and wounded | | | | | | | |
d40 | Dare to be [do] right, dare to be true | | | | | | | |
d41 | Dark through the desert our pilgrim | | | | | | | |
d42 | Dear Jesus ever at my side, How loving must | | | | | | | |
d43 | Delay not, delay not: O sinner [drunkard] draw near | | | | | | | |
d44 | Depth of mercy, can there be, Mercy still reserved for me? | | | | | | | |
d45 | Far from the [these] narrow [gloomy] scenes of night [life] | | | | | | | |
d46 | Far out on the desolate [lonely] billow | | | | | | | |
d47 | Far out upon the prairie | | | | | | | |
d48 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
d49 | Feeble, helpless, how shall I | | | | | | | |
d50 | Forever with the Lord [our God], amen, so let it be | | | | | | | |
d51 | Friends of temperance, quick to arms | | | | | | | |
d52 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
d53 | Glory to the Father give, God, in whom | | | | | | | |
d54 | Go and tell Jesus, weary, sin sick [fainting] soul | | | | | | | |
d55 | Go forth, young soldier [soldiers] of the cross | | | | | | | |
d56 | Go work today in my vineyard of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d57 | Good morning, Christian pilgrim | | | | | | | |
d58 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
d59 | Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning | | | | | | | |
d60 | Hark, ten thousand harps and voices | | | | | | | |
d61 | Hark, the herald angels sing, glory to the newborn King | | | | | | | |
d62 | Hark, the morning bells are ringing Children, haste without delay | | | | | | | |
d63 | Hark, the sweetest notes of angels singing | | | | | | | |
d64 | Hark, those happy voices saying Yet there's room | | | | | | | |
d65 | Hark, what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
d66 | Haste [Hasten], [O] sinner [sinners] [now] to be wise | | | | | | | |
d67 | Have you spent a pleasant day | | | | | | | |
d68 | He leadeth me, O blessed thought | | | | | | | |
d69 | Hear the royal proclamation, the glad tidings | | | | | | | |
d70 | Here we throng to praise the Savior | | | | | | | |
d71 | Holy Father, thou hast taught me [us] | | | | | | | |
d72 | How beauteous are their [his] feet | | | | | | | |
d73 | How blest the righteous when he dies | | | | | | | |
d74 | How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d75 | How happy are they, Who the [their] Savior [Jesus] obey | | | | | | | |
d76 | How sweet will be the welcome home | | | | | | | |
d77 | Hushed be my murmurings | | | | | | | |
d78 | I am bound for the land of the living | | | | | | | |
d79 | I am Jesus' little lamb, therefore glad and gay I am | | | | | | | |
d80 | I am waiting by the river, and | | | | | | | |
d81 | I come to thee, I come to thee, thou precious lamb | | | | | | | |
d82 | I know that my Redeemer lives, what comfort this | | | | | | | |
d83 | I love the name of Jesus, that [the] name the angels sing | | | | | | | |
d84 | I love to think of the heavenly land | | | | | | | |
d85 | I think, when I read that [the] sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
d86 | I want to be an angel, and with the angels stand | | | | | | | |
d87 | I was a wandering sheep | | | | | | | |
d88 | I will come to Jesus right away | | | | | | | |
d89 | I will not be afraid at night | | | | | | | |
d90 | I'll think of my Savior when daylight is breaking | | | | | | | |
d91 | I'm a lonely traveler here | | | | | | | |
d92 | I'm a pilgrim and I'm a stranger, I can tarry | | | | | | | |
d93 | I'm but a stranger [traveler] here, heaven is my home | | | | | | | |
d94 | I'm going to be a soldier | | | | | | | |
d95 | I'm trying to climb up Zion's hill | | | | | | | |
d96 | In the Christian's home in [of] glory | | | | | | | |
d97 | In the far better land of glory and light | | | | | | | |
d98 | In the manger laid so lowly | | | | | | | |
d99 | I've read of a world of beauty | | | | | | | |
d100 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |