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d1 | A charge to keep I have, A God to glorify | | | | | | | |
d2 | A home in heaven, what a joyful thought | | | | | | | |
d3 | Afflictions, though they seem severe | | | | | | | |
d4 | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? | | | | | | | |
d5 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
d6 | And am I only born to die | | | | | | | |
d7 | And can it be that I should gain [claim] | | | | | | | |
d8 | Are we almost there? are we almost there | | | | | | | |
d9 | Arise, my soul, arise, Shake off | | | | | | | |
d10 | Arise my soul, stretch every nerve | | | | | | | |
d11 | As, down in the sunless retreats of the ocean | | | | | | | |
d12 | Behold, behold the Lamb of God, On the cross | | | | | | | |
d13 | Beyond where Cedron's [Kedron's] waters flow | | | | | | | |
d14 | Blow ye [you] the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
d15 | Brethren we are traveling home | | | | | | | |
d16 | Come and let us sweetly join | | | | | | | |
d17 | Come, beloved teachers, tell us | | | | | | | |
d18 | Come, let us anew our journey pursue | | | | | | | |
d19 | Come, let us join our cheerful songs With angels round the throne | | | | | | | |
d20 | Come, O thou traveller unknown | | | | | | | |
d21 | Come on, my partners in distress | | | | | | | |
d22 | Come sinners to the gospel feast | | | | | | | |
d23 | Come sinners to the gospel feast | | | | | | | |
d24 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
d25 | Come ye [you] sinners, poor and wretched [needy], Weak and wounded | | | | | | | |
d26 | Come, ye [you] [we] that [who] love the Lord [Christ], And let your [our] joys | | | | | | | |
d27 | Far from the world, O Lord, I [I'd] [we] flee | | | | | | | |
d28 | Farewell, vain world, I bid adieu | | | | | | | |
d29 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
d30 | God is in the torrent's fall | | | | | | | |
d31 | Here in this solitude profound | | | | | | | |
d32 | Here o'er the earth as a stranger I roam | | | | | | | |
d33 | How blest the place where Jesus is | | | | | | | |
d34 | How happy [happy's] every child of grace, who [that] feels [knows] his sins forgiven | | | | | | | |
d35 | How sweet, how [and] heavenly is the sight | | | | | | | |
d36 | How sweet in the musing [musings] of faith to repair | | | | | | | |
d37 | How sweet to reflect on the [those] joys that await me [us] | | | | | | | |
d38 | I have sought round the [this] verdant earth | | | | | | | |
d39 | I have started for Canaan | | | | | | | |
d40 | I saw a wide and well spread board | | | | | | | |
d41 | I want a principle within | | | | | | | |
d42 | I would not live alway [always], I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
d43 | I'll praise my Maker with my [while I've] [whilst I've] breath | | | | | | | |
d44 | I'm a lonely traveler here | | | | | | | |
d45 | I'm a pilgrim and I'm a stranger, I can tarry | | | | | | | |
d46 | Jerusalem, my happy home, O how I long for thee | | | | | | | |
d47 | Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave | | | | | | | |
d48 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
d49 | Jesus, my [mine] [our] all, to heaven is [has] gone | | | | | | | |
d50 | Jesus, we look to thee | | | | | | | |
d51 | Jesus, we thus obey | | | | | | | |
d52 | Joy to the world, the Lord is [has] come | | | | | | | |
d53 | Joyfully, joyfully, onward I [we] move | | | | | | | |
d54 | Landsmen, list the sailor's cry | | | | | | | |
d55 | Let me go, the day is breaking | | | | | | | |
d56 | Love divine, all loves [love] excelling | | | | | | | |
d57 | Mid [midst] scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
d58 | My God, the spring of all my joys | | | | | | | |
d59 | O for a thousand tongues to sing my great [dear] Redeemer's praise | | | | | | | |
d60 | O God, preserve the mariner | | | | | | | |
d61 | O pray for the sailor, now far on the billow O think of his hardships, temptation and pain | | | | | | | |
d62 | O [Sweet] land for [of] rest for thee I sigh | | | | | | | |
d63 | O tell me no more of this [the] world's vain [vain world's] store | | | | | | | |
d64 | O thou God of my salvation | | | | | | | |
d65 | O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight | | | | | | | |
d66 | O turn ye [you], O turn ye [you], for why will ye [you] die | | | | | | | |
d67 | O what hath Jesus bought for me! Before my ravished eyes | | | | | | | |
d68 | O when shall I [we] see Jesus and dwell [reign] with Him above | | | | | | | |
d69 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
d70 | Prayer is [was] appointed to convey | | | | | | | |
d71 | Religion is a glorious treasure | | | | | | | |
d72 | Return, O wanderer, return [Return, return, now wanderer] | | | | | | | |
d73 | Run Christian racer run | | | | | | | |
d74 | Savior, see me from above, nor suffer me to die | | | | | | | |
d75 | Show pity Lord, O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
d76 | Stay, thou insulted [long suffering] Spirit | | | | | | | |
d77 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
d78 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
d79 | The day is come, the joyful day | | | | | | | |
d80 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d81 | The pearl that [the] worldlings covet | | | | | | | |
d82 | The praying spirit breathe | | | | | | | |
d83 | There are angels hovering round | | | | | | | |
d84 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d85 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
d86 | Thou soft [sweet] flowing [gliding] Kedron [Cedron], by thy silver [limpid] stream | | | | | | | |
d87 | To heaven I'm bound with prosperous gales | | | | | | | |
d88 | To leave my dear friends, and with [from] my neighbors [kindred] to depart | | | | | | | |
d89 | Today the Savior calls, ye wanderers come | | | | | | | |
d90 | Vain man [men], thy [your] fond pursuits forbear | | | | | | | |
d91 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
d92 | We're traveling home to heaven above | | | | | | | |
d93 | What sound is this, a song [sound] through heaven resounding | | | | | | | |
d94 | What sound is this salutes mine [my] ear | | | | | | | |
d95 | What though the clouds of doubt arise | | | | | | | |
d96 | What's this that steals, that steals upon my frame | | | | | | | |
d97 | When down to the garden where rivulets flow | | | | | | | |
d98 | When for [the] eternal [heavenly] world [worlds] I [we] steer | | | | | | | |
d99 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d100 | When shall I see the day that ends my woes | | | | | | | |