# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
301 | How blest the righteous when he dies! | | | | | | | |
302 | Why should we start, and fear to die? | | | | | | | |
303 | Away from his home and the friends of his youth | | | | | | | |
304 | Oh, sing to me of heaven | | | | | | | |
305 | O, what a mighty change | | | | | | | |
306 | Lord, I am thine; but thou wilt prove | | | | | | | |
307 | Far from these scenes of night | | | | | | | |
308 | Hark, how the Gospel trumpet sounds! | | | | | | | |
309 | Here o'er the earth as a stranger I roam | | | | | | | |
310 | In the Christian's home in glory | | | | | | | |
311 | My heavenly home is bright and fair | | | | | | | |
312 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
313 | Away with our sorrow and fear | | | | | | | |
314 | On the banks beyond the stream | | | | | | | |
315 | How happy every child of grace | | | | | | | |
316 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
317 | There's a light in the window for thee, dear brother | | | | | | | |
318 | Let me go where saints are going | | | | | | | |
319 | Come, let us anew our journey pursue | | | | | | | |
320 | Have you heard, have you heard of the sun-bright clime | | | | | | | |
321 | Come, ye that love the Lord | | | | | | | |
322 | Come on, my partners in distress | | | | | | | |
323 | Come, let us join our friends above | | | | | | | |
324 | Forever with the Lord! | | | | | | | |
325 | This world is all a fleeting show | | | | | | | |
326 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
327 | What's this that steals, that steals upon my frame? | | | | | | | |
328 | When for eternal worlds we steer | | | | | | | |
329 | I would not live alway; I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
330 | There is a beautiful world | | | | | | | |
331 | We know, by faith we know | | | | | | | |
332 | We're going home; we've had visions bright | | | | | | | |
333 | We're bound for the land of the pure and the holy | | | | | | | |
334 | O have you not heard of that realm of delight | | | | | | | |
335 | How happy is the pilgrim's lot! | | | | | | | |
336 | Jerusalem, my happy home! | | | | | | | |
337 | Mournfully, tenderly, bear on the dead | | | | | | | |
338[238] | Lord, how secure and blest are they | | | | | | | |
339 | I love to stay where my mother sleeps | | | | | | | |
340 | O, cradle me on thy knee, Mamma | | | | | | | |
341 | Sleep, baby, sleep | | | | | | | |
342 | Young man, indulge thy passion | | | | | | | |
343 | My country, 'tis of thee | | | | | | | |
344 | I knew a widow, very poor | | | | | | | |
345 | 'Tis the very same power, the very same power | | | | | | | |
346 | Hush'd be my murmurings, let cares depart | | | | | | | |
347 | A little longer here below | | | | | | | |
348 | 'Tis religion that can give | | | | | | | |
349 | Nothing either great or small | | | | | | | |
350 | Infinite God, thy greatness spann'd | | | | | | | |
351 | I give immortal praise | | | | | | | |
T1 | God is in the torrent's fall | | | | | | | |
T2 | Dark was the hour, Gethsemane! | | | | | | | |
T3 | Jesus died on Calvary's mountain | | | | | | | |
T4 | O they crucified my Saviour | | | | | | | |
T5 | O carelss sinner, come | | | | | | | |
T6 | Hearken, ye sprightly, and attend, ye vain ones | | | | | | | |
T7 | In the silent midnight watches | | | | | | | |
T8 | In life's early morn, when my Bible was dear | | | | | | | |
T9 | When the harvest is past, and the Summer is gone | | | | | | | |
T10 | Tho' in the outward church below | | | | | | | |
T11 | Go watch and pray: thou canst not tell | | | | | | | |
T12 | Ah guilty sinner, ruined by transgression | | | | | | | |
T13 | Behold a stranger at the door | | | | | | | |
T14 | O have you not heard of a beautiful stream | | | | | | | |
T15 | O! what shall I do to be saved | | | | | | | |
T16 | From the recesses of a lowly spirit | | | | | | | |
T17 | Drooping souls, no longer grieve | | | | | | | |
T18 | Ye angels, who mortals attend | | | | | | | |
T19 | Just as I am, without one plea | | | | | | | |
T20 | If I in thy likeness, O Lord, may awake | | | | | | | |
T21 | Nearer my God, to thee | | | | | | | |
T22 | Ye who know your sins forgiven | | | | | | | |
T23 | Glory to the Lamb | | | | | | | |
T24 | I'm glad I ever saw the day | | | | | | | |
T25 | From whence doth this union arise? | | | | | | | |
T26 | When shall we meet again | | | | | | | |
T27 | We will pray for our Brother, we will pray | | | | | | | |
T28 | When shall we all meet again | | | | | | | |
T29 | Send kindly light amid th' encircling gloom | | | | | | | |
T30 | On every sunny mountain | | | | | | | |
T31 | Fading, still fading, the last beam is shining | | | | | | | |
T33 | Awake, my soul, in joyful lays | | | | | | | |
T34 | From all that's mortal, all that's vain | | | | | | | |
T35 | Gather them in, Gather them in | | | | | | | |
T36 | They have gone to the land where the patriarchs rest | | | | | | | |
T37 | Watchman, tell me, does the morning | | | | | | | |
T38 | I'm a lonely trav'ler here | | | | | | | |
T39 | Hark! listen to the trumpeters | | | | | | | |
T40 | Live on the field of battle | | | | | | | |
T41 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
T42 | O, when shall I see Jesus | | | | | | | |
T43 | There is a reaper whose name is Death | | | | | | | |
T44 | My latest sun is setting fast | | | | | | | |
T45 | Let me go where saints are going | | | | | | | |
T46 | O, have you not heard of that realm of delight | | | | | | | |
T47 | Mournfully, tenderly, bear on the dead | | | | | | | |
T48 | I love to stay where my mother sleeps | | | | | | | |
T49 | O cradle me on your knee, Mamma | | | | | | | |
T50 | Sleep, baby, sleep | | | | | | | |