The Union Harp and Revival Chorister. Rev ed.

Editor: C. Dunbar
Publisher: Queen City Publishing House, H.M. Rulison, Cincinnati, Oh., 1860
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d101Gentle Jesus [Jesu], meek and mild, Look upon
d102Give me the wings of faith to rise
d103Go, bring me [them], said the dying fair
d104Go forth, ye heralds, and proclaim
d105Go to thy rest, my [dear] [fair] child
d106Go, when the morning shineth
d107God forbid that I should glory
d108Grace, 'tis a charming [cheering] [joyful] [pleasing] sound
d109Guide me, O thou great Jehovah
d110Hail, ransomed world, awake to glory
d111Hail, sweetest, dearest, tie that binds
d112Hail, thou once despised Jesus
d113Happy the child, whose youngest [early] [tender] years
d114Happy the children who are gone
d115Hark, my mother's voice I hear
d116Hark, ten thousand harps and voices
d117Hark, the bells of holy Sabbath
d118Hark, the jubilee is sounding
d119Hark, the Sabbath bells are ringing Let us haste without delay
d120Hark, the voice of love and mercy
d121Hark, 'tis a martial sound
d122Haste [Hasten], [O] sinner [sinners] [now] to be wise
d123Hasten, Lord, the glorious time
d124Have you heard, have you heard of that [the] sun-bright [heavenly] clime
d125He dies, the friend of sinners dies
d126Head of thy [the] church triumphant
d127Hear, O sinner, mercy hails [calls] you
d128Hear the royal proclamation, the glad tidings
d129Heavenly Father, grant thy blessing while thy praise
d130Here o'er the earth as a stranger I roam
d131Here we suffer grief and pain; Here we meet to part again
d132Holy and bright is the softened light
d133Holy Bible, book divine, Precious treasure, thou art mine
d134Holy God, and hast thou sent
d135Home, Home, can I forget thee
d136How beauteous are their [his] feet
d137How blest the righteous when he dies
d138How cheering the thought, that the spirits in bliiss
d139How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord
d140How happy are they, Who the [their] Savior [Jesus] obey
d141How happy [happy's] every child of grace, who [that] feels [knows] his sins forgiven
d142How happy is the man who has [hath] chosen wisdom's ways
d143How happy is the pilgrim's lot
d144How lost was [is] my [our] condition
d145How many were the silent prayers
d146How oft, alas, this [our] wretched [sinful] [wicked] heart
d147How painfully pleasing the fond recollection Of youthful connections [emotions]
d148How pleasant is the Sabbath school
d149How pleasant thus to dwell below
d150How precious is the book divine
d151How precious is the name, brethren sing
d152How precious is the story
d153How shall the young secure their hearts
d154How solemn the signal I hear
d155How sweet is the Sabbath, the morning [season] of rest
d156How sweet is the Sabbath to me
d157How sweet on the Sabbath to rise with the sun
d158How sweet the hour of closing day
d159How sweet the name of Jesus sounds
d160How sweet to reflect on the [those] joys that await me [us]
d161How tedious and tasteless [restless and tiresome] the hours
d162I am fading away to the land of the blest
d163I came to the spot where the poor pilgrim lay
d164I dread thee not, thou darksome grave
d165I had a faithful mother
d166I have a Father in the promised land
d167I have a heavenly chartered bank
d168I hear thee speak of the better land
d169I lay my sins on Jesus
d170I listen for the voice
d171I love the Sabbath school, the place
d172I love thy kingdom, Lord
d173I love to have the Sabbath come, for then I rise
d174I saw a wide and well spread board
d175I think, when I read that [the] sweet story of old
d176I thought that the course of the pilgrim
d177I want to be an angel, and with the angels stand
d178I want to be like Jesus, So lowly and so meek
d179I was a wandering sheep
d180I will never, never leave thee
d181I would a youthful pilgrim be
d182I would be thine, O take my heart
d183I would not live alway [always], I ask not to stay
d184I'll awake at dawn on the Sabbath day
d185I'll praise my Maker with my [while I've] [whilst I've] breath
d186I'm a lonely traveler here
d187I'm a pilgrim and I'm a stranger, I can tarry
d188I'm happy, I'm happy, O wondrous account
d189I'm not too young to love the Lord
d190I'm weary of straying [sighing] O fain would [when shall] I rest
d191I'm with you once again, my friends
d192In childhood's young and happy hours
d193In hope of that immortal crown
d194In seasons of grief to my God I'll repair
d195In sorrow I lament
d196In the cross of Jesus glory
d197In the far better land of glory and light
d198In the rosy light of the morning bright
d199Jerusalem, my happy home, name ever dear to me
d200Jesus, and shall it ever be

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