# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
901 | The God of harvest praise | | | | | | | |
902 | Great God, as seasons disappear | | | | | | | |
903 | Praise, oh, praise our God and King! | | | | | | | |
904 | Great God, we sing that mighty hand | | | | | | | |
905 | Remark my soul, the narrow bound | | | | | | | |
906 | Come, let us anew Our journey pursue | | | | | | | |
907 | Our helper, God, we bless thy name | | | | | | | |
908 | Now, gracious Lord, thine arm reveal | | | | | | | |
909 | While, with ceaseless course, the sun | | | | | | | |
910 | Thanksgiving and the voice of melody | | | | | | | |
911 | And now, my soul, another year | | | | | | | |
912 | For a season called to part | | | | | | | |
913 | Brothers, clasp hands, the brief moments are flying | | | | | | | |
914 | Shall we gather at the river | | | | | | | |
915 | When shall we meet again? | | | | | | | |
916 | Ere mountains reared their forms sublime | | | | | | | |
917 | Thee we adore, Eternal Name | | | | | | | |
918 | As flows the rapid river | | | | | | | |
919 | Teach me the measure of my days | | | | | | | |
920 | How short and hasty is our life! | | | | | | | |
921 | Through every age, eternal God | | | | | | | |
922 | Beneath our feet and o'er our head | | | | | | | |
923 | Time is winging us away | | | | | | | |
924 | One sweetly solemn thought | | | | | | | |
925 | And let this feeble body fail | | | | | | | |
926 | Sweet land of rest, for thee I sigh | | | | | | | |
927 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
928 | I would not live alway; I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
929 | How blessed the righteous when he dies! | | | | | | | |
930 | The hour of my departure's come | | | | | | | |
931 | Why should we start and fear to die? | | | | | | | |
932 | God of my life, through all my days | | | | | | | |
933 | Oh, for an overcoming faith | | | | | | | |
934 | If I must die, oh, let me die | | | | | | | |
935 | Death cannot make our souls afraid | | | | | | | |
936 | Oh for the death of those | | | | | | | |
937 | Friend after friend departs | | | | | | | |
938 | Come, let us join our friends above | | | | | | | |
939 | Dear as thou wert, and justly dear | | | | | | | |
940 | Why do we mourn departing friends | | | | | | | |
941 | Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
942 | Servant of God, well done | | | | | | | |
943 | Brother, though from yonder sky | | | | | | | |
944 | Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
945 | Go to the grave in all thy glorious prime | | | | | | | |
946 | Brother, thou art gone to rest | | | | | | | |
947 | Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims | | | | | | | |
948 | Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
949 | So fades the lovely, blooming flower | | | | | | | |
950 | Cease, ye mourners, cease to languish | | | | | | | |
951 | Sister, thou wast mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
952 | And must this body die? | BLANDNER | | | | | | |
953 | Earth to earth, and dust to dust | | | | | | | |
954 | Through sorrow's night, and danger's path | | | | | | | |
955 | The Lord will come: the earth shall quake | | | | | | | |
956 | Day of judgment, day of wonders | | | | | | | |
957 | When downward to the darksome tomb | | | | | | | |
958 | Lo! he comes, with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
959 | The day of wrath, that dreadful day | | | | | | | |
960 | Waked by the trumpet's sound | | | | | | | |
961 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
962 | And will the Judge descend? | | | | | | | |
963 | When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come | | | | | | | |
964 | No room for mirth or trifling here | | | | | | | |
965 | O God, my inmost soul convert | | | | | | | |
966 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
967 | O paradise eternal, What bliss to enter thee | | | | | | | |
968 | Who are these in bright array | | | | | | | |
969 | There is an hour of hallowed peace | | | | | | | |
970 | These mortal joys, how soon they fade! | | | | | | | |
971 | There is a land mine eye hath seen | | | | | | | |
972 | Far from these narrow scenes of night | | | | | | | |
973 | No night shall be in heaven; no gathering gloom | | | | | | | |
974 | "For ever with the Lord !" | | | | | | | |
975 | Jerusalem the golden | | | | | | | |
976 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
977 | I have a home above | | | | | | | |
978 | I'm but a stranger here, Heaven is my home | | | | | | | |
979 | There is a house not made with hands | | | | | | | |
980 | Beautiful Zion, built above | | | | | | | |
981 | My heavenly home is bright and fair | | | | | | | |
982 | Jerusalem, my happy home | | | | | | | |
983 | Far from my heavenly home | | | | | | | |
984 | Oh! for the robes of whiteness | | | | | | | |
985 | Beyond the smiling and the weeping | | | | | | | |
986 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
987 | A few more years shall roll | | | | | | | |
988 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
989 | Watchman! tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
990 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
991 | See the ransomed millions stand | | | | | | | |
992 | Now to the Lord, who makes us know | | | | | | | |
993 | Rejoice, rejoice, believers | | | | | | | |
994 | Ye servants of the Lord | | | | | | | |
995 | Light of the lonely pilgrim's heart | | | | | | | |
996 | Lo! what a glorious sight appears | | | | | | | |
997 | Come, Desire of nations, come | | | | | | | |
998 | Come, Lord, and tarry not | | | | | | | |
999 | "Till he come," oh, let the words | | | | | | | |
1000 | To God the Father, God the Son | | | | | | | |