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d101 | My heavenly home is bright and fair nor pain nor death | | | | | | | |
d102 | My soul is filled with glory | | | | | | | |
d103 | No time to pray, O who so fraught | | | | | | | |
d104 | Nothing but leaves the spirit grieves | | | | | | | |
d105 | O come to me at [in] the morning hour | | | | | | | |
d106 | O do not let the Word depart, and close thine eyes | | | | | | | |
d107 | O, for a [an] heart to praise [love] my God | | | | | | | |
d108 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
d109 | O for a thousand tongues to sing my great [dear] Redeemer's praise | | | | | | | |
d110 | O God, our fathers' God, to thee | | | | | | | |
d111 | O happy day that fixed [seals] [stays] my choice | | | | | | | |
d112 | O happy saints that [who] dwell in light [above] | | | | | | | |
d113 | O I long to go home to that [the] mansion [mansions] | | | | | | | |
d114 | O love surpassing knowledge | | | | | | | |
d115 | O my heart is thrilled with wondrous joy | | | | | | | |
d116 | O sing to me of heaven When I am called to die | | | | | | | |
d117 | O [Sweet] land for [of] rest for thee I sigh | | | | | | | |
d118 | O tell me where your father's gone | | | | | | | |
d119 | O that I knew the secret place | | | | | | | |
d120 | O the bitter shame [pain] and [of] sorrow | | | | | | | |
d121 | O think of the home over there, By the side of the river | | | | | | | |
d122 | O welcome bright morning | | | | | | | |
d123 | O when we are called by the angels | | | | | | | |
d124 | O who is this that cometh from Edom | | | | | | | |
d125 | O'er the [those] gloomy hills of darkness | | | | | | | |
d126 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
d127 | Our land of Christian soldiers are marching | | | | | | | |
d128 | Over Jordan we shall meet | | | | | | | |
d129 | Over the billows, over the sea | | | | | | | |
d130 | Over the ocean wave, far, far away | | | | | | | |
d131 | People of the living God! I have sought the world | | | | | | | |
d132 | Pleasant is the Sabbath bell | | | | | | | |
d133 | Praise him, praise him, praise our Lord and King | | | | | | | |
d134 | Prayer is the soul's [heart's] [saint's] sincere desire | | | | | | | |
d135 | Prepare to meet thy God, Jesus now with you | | | | | | | |
d136 | Religion makes me cheerful | | | | | | | |
d137 | Rest sweetly, darling one | | | | | | | |
d138 | Revive thy work, O God, amid the passing years | | | | | | | |
d139 | Ring, ring the bells, the sweet gospel bells | | | | | | | |
d140 | Ring the joybells, Christ is risen | | | | | | | |
d141 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d142 | Savior, visit Thy [our] plantation, grant us Lord, a gracious rain | | | | | | | |
d143 | Say, is your lamp burning, my brother | | | | | | | |
d144 | Servant of God, well done, rest | | | | | | | |
d145 | Shall this life of mine be wasted | | | | | | | |
d146 | Shall we gather at [by] the river, Where bright angel feet have trod | | | | | | | |
d147 | Show pity Lord, O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
d148 | Simply trusting every day | | | | | | | |
d149 | Someone will knock at the saints bright home | | | | | | | |
d150 | Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness | | | | | | | |
d151 | Sowing the tares, when it might have been wheat | | | | | | | |
d152 | Spirit divine, attend our prayer [prayers] | | | | | | | |
d153 | Spirit of everlasting grace | | | | | | | |
d154 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d155 | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
d156 | Take my life, and let it be, consecrated | | | | | | | |
d157 | Tell it out among the heathen [nations] [people] that the Lord is King | | | | | | | |
d158 | Tell me all about Jesus | | | | | | | |
d159 | Tell me, brothers, will you meet me | | | | | | | |
d160 | Tenderly lay her to rest | | | | | | | |
d161 | The Baptist by the Jordan stood | | | | | | | |
d162 | The Lord is my Shepherd, away then all care | | | | | | | |
d163 | The Lord my Shepherd is, I shall be well supplied | | | | | | | |
d164 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d165 | The road to heaven by Christ was made | | | | | | | |
d166 | The Spirit in our hearts is whispering sinner come | | | | | | | |
d167 | The world was once so full of sin | | | | | | | |
d168 | There is a calm for those who [that] weep | | | | | | | |
d169 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d170 | There's a cry from Macedonia | | | | | | | |
d171 | There's a fountain free flowing 'neath life's tree | | | | | | | |
d172 | This day no thorn crowned cross of pain | | | | | | | |
d173 | This is the sweetest story, wonderful, strange | | | | | | | |
d174 | This stone to Thee in faith we lay | | | | | | | |
d175 | This wide, wide world for Jesus | | | | | | | |
d176 | Thus saith the mercy [promise] of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d177 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
d178 | 'Tis religion that can give sweetest pleasures | | | | | | | |
d179 | To thee this temple we devote | | | | | | | |
d180 | To those who bear with patient love | | | | | | | |
d181 | To thy pastures fair and large | | | | | | | |
d182 | 'Twas on that [a] dark, that [and] doleful [awful] [dreary] night [day] | | | | | | | |
d183 | Up and away, like the dew of the morning | | | | | | | |
d184 | We bid thee welcome in the name of Jesus, our exalted | | | | | | | |
d185 | We come today with brightest flowers | | | | | | | |
d186 | We give thee but thine own | | | | | | | |
d187 | We shall meet again, how sweet the time will be | | | | | | | |
d188 | We shall reach the river side | | | | | | | |
d189 | We sometimes think of those dear friends | | | | | | | |
d190 | Welcome, welcome, Sabbath morning | | | | | | | |
d191 | We'll all gather home in the morning | | | | | | | |
d192 | We're a faithful pilgrim band | | | | | | | |
d193 | We're coming, we're coming with jubilant voices | | | | | | | |
d194 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d195 | What can wash away my sin [sins] [stain] | | | | | | | |
d196 | What mean this eager, anxious throng | | | | | | | |
d197 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
d198 | What wondrous love is this, O my soul | | | | | | | |
d199 | When earthly things have ceased to be | | | | | | | |
d200 | When the mists have [mist has] rolled in splendor | | | | | | | |