# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
700 | Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
701 | How blest the righteous when he dies! | | | | | | | |
702 | As the sweet flower that scents the morn | | | | | | | |
703 | Why should we start and fear to die? | | | | | | | |
704 | Almighty Maker of my frame | | | | | | | |
705 | Unvail thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
706 | The glories of our birth and state | | | | | | | |
707 | How blest are they whose transient years | | | | | | | |
708 | Though I walk through the gloomy vale | | | | | | | |
709 | Go to thy rest, fair child! | | | | | | | |
710 | Our fathers! where are they | | | | | | | |
711 | And is there, Lord, a rest | | | | | | | |
712 | Fallen--on Zion's battlefield | | | | | | | |
713 | Father, when o’er our trembling hearts | | | | | | | |
714 | Dropping down the troubled river | | | | | | | |
715 | Sister, thou wast mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
716 | There is a calm for those who weep | | | | | | | |
717 | In silence of the voiceless night | | | | | | | |
718 | God of my life, to thee I call | | | | | | | |
719 | Go to the grave in all thy glorious prime | | | | | | | |
720 | My feet are worn and weary with the march | | | | | | | |
721 | What's this that steals, that steals upon my frame? | | | | | | | |
722 | When the spark of life is waning | | | | | | | |
723 | Lowly and solemn be Thy children's cry to thee | | | | | | | |
724 | Far, far o'er hill and dale | | | | | | | |
725 | No, no, it is not dying | | | | | | | |
726 | Go to thy rest in peace | | | | | | | |
727 | Thou God of love! beneath thy sheltering wings | | | | | | | |
728 | When the King of kings comes | | | | | | | |
729 | "Is this the way, my Father?" "'Tis, my child" | | | | | | | |
730 | We wait for thee, all glorious One | | | | | | | |
731 | Come, O thou mighty Savior | | | | | | | |
732 | The Lord will come, the earth shall quake | | | | | | | |
733 | Great maker of unnumbered worlds | | | | | | | |
734 | That day of wrath! that dreadful day | | | | | | | |
735 | Jehovah reigns; his throne is high | | | | | | | |
736 | In expectation sweet | | | | | | | |
737 | Rest for the toiling hand | | | | | | | |
738 | See how the rising sun | | | | | | | |
739 | The morning light returns | | | | | | | |
740 | The chariot! the chariot! its wheels roll in fire | | | | | | | |
741 | Lo; the seal of death is breaking | | | | | | | |
742 | Day of judgment, day of wonders! | | | | | | | |
743 | Lo! he comes, with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
744 | When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come | | | | | | | |
745 | Desponding soul, oh cease thy woe | | | | | | | |
746 | How happy is the pilgrim's lot! | | | | | | | |
747 | Ah, guilty sinner, ruined by transgression | | | | | | | |
748 | Thou that dost my life prolong | | | | | | | |
749 | The last lovely morning, All blooming and fair | | | | | | | |
750 | The child leans on its parent's breast | | | | | | | |
751 | On Zion's glorious summit stood | | | | | | | |
752 | Lo! round the throne, a glorious band | | | | | | | |
753 | There is a land mine eye hath seen | | | | | | | |
754 | My heavenly home is bright and fair | | | | | | | |
755 | Come, sing to me of heaven | | | | | | | |
756 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
757 | There is a land immortal | | | | | | | |
758 | There is a land, a happy land | THE LAND OF BEULAH | | | | | | |
759 | There is a fold where none can stray | | | | | | | |
760 | I'm but a stranger here, Heaven is my home | | | | | | | |
761 | Know ye that better land | | | | | | | |
762 | Who are these in bright array | | | | | | | |
763 | High in yonder realms of light | | | | | | | |
764 | We are on our journey home | | | | | | | |
765 | I am a stranger here | | | | | | | |
766 | There is no night in heaven | | | | | | | |
767 | There is a region lovelier far | | | | | | | |
768 | Beautiful Zion, built above | | | | | | | |
769 | No shadows yonder--All light and song | | | | | | | |
770 | Shall we sing in heaven forever | | | | | | | |
771 | In the Christian's home in glory | | | | | | | |
772 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
773 | That clime is not like this dull clime of ours | | | | | | | |
774 | When we hear the music ringing | | | | | | | |
775 | Is it a long way off? Oh, no! a few more years | | | | | | | |
776 | There is a place where my hopes are stayed | | | | | | | |
777 | Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger | | | | | | | |
778 | Upon the frontier of this shadowy land | | | | | | | |
779 | No sickness there, No sickness there | | | | | | | |
780 | Have you heard, have you heard of that sun-bright clime | | | | | | | |
781 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
782 | I hear thee speak of the better land | | | | | | | |
783 | There's a land far away, 'mid the stars, we are told | | | | | | | |
784 | Softly, now, the light of day | | | | | | | |
785 | All ye nations, praise the Lord | | | | | | | |
786 | We're going home, we've had visions bright | | | | | | | |
787 | I love to think of heaven | | | | | | | |
788 | Jesus, Sun of Righteousness | | | | | | | |
789 | A sweetly solemn thought | | | | | | | |
790 | Faintly flow, thou falling river | | | | | | | |
791 | Savior! breathe an evening blessing | | | | | | | |
792 | He that goeth forth with weeping | | | | | | | |
793 | Gracious Source of every blessing! | | | | | | | |
794 | Silently the shades of evening | | | | | | | |
795 | Tarry with me, O my Savior | | | | | | | |
796 | Jesus, tender Shepherd, hear me | | | | | | | |
797 | Lord, a little band, and lowly | | | | | | | |
798 | To thee, O God! to thee | | | | | | | |
799 | Father supreme! thou high and holy One! | | | | | | | |