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| d1 | A glorious state is Deseret | | | | | | | |
| d2 | A year, with all its toils and cares | | | | | | | |
| d3 | Again I've reached my home | | | | | | | |
| d4 | All hail, all hail the twenty-fourth | | | | | | | |
| d5 | Beautiful star in heaven so bright | | | | | | | |
| d6 | Beautiful vales of Deseret | | | | | | | |
| d7 | Beneath the mountains crowned with snows of twenty years ago | | | | | | | |
| d8 | Blow gently, ye wild winds | | | | | | | |
| d9 | Children, children, raise your voices | | | | | | | |
| d10 | Come, all my young companions | | | | | | | |
| d11 | Come all who would be happy and useful here below | | | | | | | |
| d12 | Come boys and girls, and lend an ear | | | | | | | |
| d13 | Come brethren and sisters, and join with me | | | | | | | |
| d14 | Come brethren let us all unite | | | | | | | |
| d15 | Come, children, all unite | | | | | | | |
| d16 | Come, haste to the valleys far off in the west | | | | | | | |
| d17 | Come, Mormons, All attention pay | | | | | | | |
| d18 | Each Sunday morning bright | | | | | | | |
| d19 | Fear not ye saints of latter days | | | | | | | |
| d20 | Give thanks, O ye Saints, for the power of the Lord | | | | | | | |
| d21 | Glory to thee, our country's God | | | | | | | |
| d22 | Hark, 'tis Zion's children singing | | | | | | | |
| d23 | Hearts and homes, sweet words of pleasure | | | | | | | |
| d24 | Ho, all ye brave battalion boys | | | | | | | |
| d25 | I sing of a land of liberty, Utah | | | | | | | |
| d26 | I will sing of the Mormons | | | | | | | |
| d27 | I'd rather live in Utah than palaces elsewhere | | | | | | | |
| d28 | I'm a merry hearted Mormon | | | | | | | |
| d29 | I'm glad I am in these high mountains | | | | | | | |
| d30 | In our lovely Deseret | | | | | | | |
| d31 | In social enjoyment together | | | | | | | |
| d32 | In the days we had no Sunday school | | | | | | | |
| d33 | In the vales of the mountains | | | | | | | |
| d34 | Let home manufactures engage our attention | | | | | | | |
| d35 | Let us speak of a man as we find him, and censure | | | | | | | |
| d36 | List, to my song, O, ye down trodden nations | | | | | | | |
| d37 | Lo freedom's banners waving | | | | | | | |
| d38 | Lord, we thank thee for thy mercy | | | | | | | |
| d39 | Love truth, love truth in all her bright array | | | | | | | |
| d40 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
| d41 | My mountain home to thee I've come | | | | | | | |
| d42 | Ne'er a frown clouds our brow | | | | | | | |
| d43 | O come, come today, when plenty smiles | | | | | | | |
| d44 | O dear, I'm sad, I've got the blues | | | | | | | |
| d45 | O it's cruel and absurd to kill the little birds | | | | | | | |
| d46 | O Lord, this morning we have met | | | | | | | |
| d47 | O once I dwelt in Babylon | | | | | | | |
| d48 | O the kingdom of God, or nothing for me | | | | | | | |
| d49 | O the power of truth | | | | | | | |
| d50 | O wouldst thou from bondage and strife | | | | | | | |
| d51 | O ye mountain boys of Deseret | | | | | | | |
| d52 | Of all the systems I can name | | | | | | | |
| d53 | Over the mountain wave, See where they come | | | | | | | |
| d54 | Roll on thou glorious kingdom | | | | | | | |
| d55 | Saints of God saints of God | | | | | | | |
| d56 | Schoolmates, let us all unite | | | | | | | |
| d57 | Shepherd of eager [tender] youth | | | | | | | |
| d58 | Sisters, sisters, O how charming | | | | | | | |
| d59 | Some think our state should be called Utah | | | | | | | |
| d60 | Someone to love, one to caress | | | | | | | |
| d61 | Thanks we give, most gracious Father | | | | | | | |
| d62 | The dearest spot on earth to me is home | | | | | | | |
| d63 | The land of my home | | | | | | | |
| d64 | The Lord is coming, saints prepare | | | | | | | |
| d65 | The Mormon Creed I'll know explain | | | | | | | |
| d66 | The place of my birth, it is dear to me yet | | | | | | | |
| d67 | The Sabbath school's a happy place | | | | | | | |
| d68 | The taunts of our foemen are sounding again | | | | | | | |
| d69 | The time has arrived when this sisterly union | | | | | | | |
| d70 | The world has been handline the bone of contention | | | | | | | |
| d71 | There is a people in the west | | | | | | | |
| d72 | There is a place in Utah that I remember well | | | | | | | |
| d73 | There is beauty all around when there's love at home | | | | | | | |
| d74 | There is one thing that troubles me | | | | | | | |
| d75 | There's a difference between a Mormon and a saint | | | | | | | |
| d76 | There's a good time coming, saints | | | | | | | |
| d77 | There's a song that all are singing | | | | | | | |
| d78 | They cry, deluded Mormons, in all the world around | | | | | | | |
| d79 | They've sung of heroes brave and strong | | | | | | | |
| d80 | This is an age of wonders | | | | | | | |
| d81 | This is the day that is famous in story | | | | | | | |
| d82 | 'Tis a lesson you should heed | | | | | | | |
| d83 | To the west, to the west, to the land of the free | | | | | | | |
| d84 | United we stand, divided we fall | | | | | | | |
| d85 | Waft the news, ye heavenly breezes | | | | | | | |
| d86 | We cannot breathe in crowded cities | | | | | | | |
| d87 | We hail the day, the glorious day | | | | | | | |
| d88 | We'll plow and sow and joyful reap | | | | | | | |
| d89 | We'll see Joseph Smith and Hyrum | | | | | | | |
| d90 | We've built this house, my brethren dear | | | | | | | |
| d91 | What peace and joy pervades the soul | | | | | | | |
| d92 | When first I joined the Mormons | | | | | | | |
| d93 | When first I left the city | | | | | | | |
| d94 | When first the reformation sound | | | | | | | |
| d95 | When the black letter list to the gods was presented | | | | | | | |
| d96 | When the saints first reached the mountains | | | | | | | |
| d97 | Who scans the toil, the fret and moil | | | | | | | |
| d98 | Who'd ever think that Utah would stir the world so much | | | | | | | |
| d99 | Within these walls we now assemble | | | | | | | |
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