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5 | To-day the Saviour calls: Ye wand'rers, come | | | | | | | |
6 | O happy day that fixed my choice | | | | | | | |
7 | Go to the grave, In all thy glorious prime | | | | | | | |
8 | Shall we sing in heaven forever | | | | | | | |
10 | Sons of God, triumphant rise | | | | | | | |
11 | Thou sweet gliding Kedron, by thy silver streams | | | | | | | |
12 | What wondrous love is this, oh, my soul, oh my soul! | | | | | | | |
14 | Here we meet to part again | | | | | | | |
15 | Holy Father, thou hast taught me | | | | | | | |
16 | How pleasant thus to dwell below | | | | | | | |
18 | Sinner, go, will you go to the highlands of heaven | | | | | | | |
19 | I'm but a stranger here, Heav'n is my home | | | | | | | |
20 | I would not live always, I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
21 | There is a place where my hopes are staid | | | | | | | |
23 | My heav'nly home is bright and fair | | | | | | | |
24 | There is a world of perfect bliss | | | | | | | |
25 | I love thy kingdom, Lord | | | | | | | |
26 | By faith I view my Savior dying | | | | | | | |
27 | Alas! and did my Savior bleed | | | | | | | |
28 | Out on an ocean all boundless we ride | | | | | | | |
29 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
30 | Jesus my all to heav'n is gone | | | | | | | |
32 | I'm glad that I am born to die | | | | | | | |
33 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
34 | Children of the heav'nly King | | | | | | | |
35 | People of the living God, I have sought the world around | | | | | | | |
36 | O sing to me of heav'n | | | | | | | |
37 | Our kindred dear to heaven have gone | | | | | | | |
38 | In seasons of grief to my God I'll repair | | | | | | | |
40 | Sweet land of rest, for thee I sigh | | | | | | | |
41 | We are out on the ocean sailing | | | | | | | |
42 | Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep! | | | | | | | |
43 | How gentle God’s commands! | | | | | | | |
44 | If the hope that we cherish may quell our many fears | | | | | | | |
46 | You may sing of the beauties of mountain and dale | | | | | | | |
47 | Let me go where saints are going | | | | | | | |
48 | Sinner, oh, why so thoughtless grown? | | | | | | | |
49 | When shall we meet again? Meet ne'er to sever? | | | | | | | |
50 | My heav'nly home is bright and fair | | | | | | | |
52 | Pilgrim, halting, staff in hand | | | | | | | |
53 | Return, O wanderer--now return | | | | | | | |
54 | Star of peace, to wand'rers weary | | | | | | | |
55 | How often I am weary | | | | | | | |
56 | Jerusalem, forever bright | | | | | | | |
58 | What vessel are you sailing in | | | | | | | |
59 | My home is heaven, my rest is not here | | | | | | | |
60 | Am I a soldier of the cross, of the cross | | | | | | | |
61 | Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor | | | | | | | |
62 | When thickly beat the storms of life | | | | | | | |
63 | River of death, thy stream I see | | | | | | | |
64 | The gospel ship is sailing, sailing, sailing | [The gospel ship is sailing, sailing, sailing] | | | | | | |
65 | We're a little pilgrim band | | | | | | | |
66 | Let the cares of the week all be banished far hence | | | | | | | |
67 | Pleasant is the Sabbath bell | | | | | | | |
68 | Around the throne of God in heaven | | | | | | | |
69 | The Sunday-school, that blessed place | | | | | | | |
70 | Now we raise our infant voices | | | | | | | |
71 | There is a happy land, Far, far away | | | | | | | |
72 | Sweetly sing, sweetly sing, Praises to our God and King | | | | | | | |
73 | Would you be as angels are | | | | | | | |
74 | O do not be discouraged, For Jesus is your Friend | | | | | | | |
76 | Now the Sabbath morning dawns | | | | | | | |
77 | Little drops of water, Little grains of sand | | | | | | | |
78 | Shall we gather at the river | | | | | | | |
79 | All things beautiful and fair | | | | | | | |
80 | I want to be an angel | | | | | | | |
81 | One sweet flow'r has drooped and faded | | | | | | | |
82 | Who came from heaven to ransom me? | | | | | | | |
83 | There are angels hov'ring round | | | | | | | |
84 | When the morning light drives away the night | | | | | | | |
86 | I'm a lonely traveler here | | | | | | | |
87 | Come, come, sing to the Savior | | | | | | | |
88 | I think when I read that sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
90 | Who shall sing if not the children? | | | | | | | |
91 | Here we suffer grief and pain | | | | | | | |
92 | We are homeward bound to a land of light and love | | | | | | | |
94 | We're a band of little pilgrim strangers | | | | | | | |
96 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
97 | Savior, like a shepherd lead us | | | | | | | |
98 | Oh, won't you be a Christian while you're young? | | | | | | | |
99 | Come away to the skies--My beloved! arise | | | | | | | |
100 | My buried friends can I forget | | | | | | | |
102 | Far from the fold of Jesus | | | | | | | |
103 | There's a land of light and love far away | | | | | | | |
104 | Whither, pilgrims, are you going | [Whither, pilgrims, are you going] | | | | | | |
105 | Dark and thorny is the desert | | | | | | | |
107 | I'll awake at dawn on the Sabbath day | | | | | | | |
108 | Oh the Sabbath morning, beautiful and bright | | | | | | | |
110 | When we hear the music ringing | | | | | | | |
112 | There is beauty all around | | | | | | | |
113 | Oh! how happy are the children | | | | | | | |
114 | In the Christian's home of glory | | | | | | | |
116 | Child of sin and sorrow | | | | | | | |
117 | Why that look of sadness? | | | | | | | |
118 | Alas! and did my Saviour bleed? | | | | | | | |
119 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
120 | We are going, going, going | | | | | | | |
122 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me | | | | | | | |
123 | As flows the rapid river | | | | | | | |
124 | Hail! sweetest, dearest tie that binds | | | | | | | |