Joyful Voices: A New Eclectic Hymn Book

#	Text	Tune
d1	A twelve month more has rolled around
d2	Afflictions, though they seem severe
d3	Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die?
d4	Am I a soldier of the cross
d5	Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, That saved
d6	And let this feeble body fail
d7	Approach, my soul, the mercy seat
d8	As on the cross the Savior hung
d9	Attend, young friends, while [whilst] I relate
d10	Awake, and sing the song of Moses and the Lamb
d11	Awake, my soul, in [to] joyful [joyous] lays
d12	Before Jehovah's awful throne
d13	Children of the heavenly king as we journey
d14	Come away to the skies, my beloved, arise
d15	Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly dove
d16	Come, humble sinner, in whose breast
d17	Come, let us anew our journey pursue, Roll round
d18	Come, let us join our friends above, who [that] have obtained the prize
d19	Come, my dear friends and neighbors all
d20	Come thou fount of every blessing
d21	Come, ye [you] disconsolate, where'er ye [you] languish
d22	Come, ye [you] [we] that [who] love the Lord [Christ], And let your [our] joys
d23	Death, 'tis a melancholy day To those that have no God
d24	Drooping souls no longer grieve, Heaven
d25	From every stormy wind [sense] that blows
d26	From Greenland's icy mountains
d27	Hark, from the tomb [tombs] a doleful [warning] [mournful] sound
d28	Hark, the jubilee is sounding
d29	Have you heard, have you heard of that [the] sun-bright [heavenly] clime
d30	He dies, the friend of sinners dies
d31	Heavenly Father, sovereign [might] Lord
d32	How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord
d33	How gracious and how wise
d34	How happy are they, Who the [their] Savior [Jesus] obey
d35	How happy is the man who has [hath] chosen wisdom's ways
d36	How happy is the pilgrim's lot
d37	How painfully pleasing the fond recollection Of youthful connections [emotions]
d38	How tedious and tasteless [restless and tiresome] the hours
d39	I am a little scholar
d40	I came to the spot where the White Pilgrim lay
d41	I love my blessed Savior, I feel I'm in his favor
d42	I walked abroad one morning fair
d43	I want to be an angel, and with the angels stand
d44	I want to be like Jesus, So lowly and so meek
d45	I'll sing a song which [that] doth belong
d46	I'm a pilgrim and I'm a stranger, I can tarry
d47	I'm not ashamed to own my [the] Lord
d48	In de dark wood, no Indian nigh
d49	Is it wrong to wish to see them
d50	I've long time heard there would be
d51	I've lost my mate, my sorrow's great
d52	Jesus, and shall it ever be
d53	Jesus, my [mine] [our] all, to heaven is [has] gone
d54	Lay up nearer, brother, nearer
d55	Lift up your hearts, Immanuel's friends
d56	Lord Jesus, come; for here Our path through wilds is laid
d57	Loving Jesus, gentle Lamb
d58	Low down in this beautiful valley
d59	Mary to her [the] Savior's tomb
d60	My brethren, farewell, I now do you [do you now] tell
d61	My buried friends, can I forget
d62	My dearest friends in bonds of love
d63	My God, my life, my love, to thee, to thee I call
d64	O come, come with me to the old church yard [churchyard]
d65	O for a closer walk with God
d66	O Jesus, my Savior, to Thee I submit
d67	O sing to me of heaven
d68	O what a melancoly sight
d69	O when shall I [we] see Jesus and dwell [reign] with Him above
d70	On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye
d71	Out on an ocean all boundless we ride
d72	Poor mourning souls, in deep distress
d73	Salvation, O the joyful sound
d74	Saw ye [you] my Savior, saw ye [you] my Savior
d75	Say, O poor soul, what casts thee down
d76	Show pity Lord, O Lord, forgive
d77	Soldiers of the cross, arise, lo, your Captain
d78	Sweet is the work, my [O] [our] God, [and] [my] [our] King
d79	Sweet singers of Isr'l, begin your sweet strains
d80	That doleful [dreadful] night before his death
d81	The chariot, the chariot, its wheels roll [in] fire
d82	The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear
d83	The great tremendous day's approaching
d84	The pearl that [the] worldlings covet
d85	There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins]
d86	There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away
d87	There was a little family [who] lived [up] in Bethany
d88	There was a Romish lady, brought up in popery
d89	This world is but a fleeting show
d90	Thus saith the God of glory
d91	Time is winging us away
d92	'Tis religion that can give sweetest pleasures
d93	Watchman, tell us of the night
d94	We are out on the ocean sailing
d95	Weary pilgrim, why this [the] sadness
d96	Welcome, sweet day of rest
d97	Well may thy servants mourn, my God
d98	We're bound for the land of the pure and the holy
d99	We're traveling home to heaven above
d100	What's this that rises in my soul [in my soul is rising]