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3 | Sweet home above, sweet home of love | | | | | | | |
4 | Source of Life and Love supreme | | | | | | | |
5 | In that sweet land of sunshine | | | | | | | |
6 | Great Jehovah, grant to guide me | | | | | | | |
7 | When my soul seemed all forsaken | | | | | | | |
8 | There is a rest awaiting for me | | | | | | | |
9 | In the soul world are mansions | | | | | | | |
10 | Those we love who have passed through the vale | | | | | | | |
11 | Come sing for joy as we journey on our way | | | | | | | |
12 | Rejoice! and with the angels sing | | | | | | | |
13 | We shall meet those we love over there | | | | | | | |
14 | There is a world, a beautiful world | | | | | | | |
15 | Joyfully, joyfully onward we move | | | | | | | |
16 | When we feel earth-life is closing | | | | | | | |
17 | Sweet hour of pray'r! sweet hour of pray'r! | | | | | | | |
18 | One more lov'd one gone before us | | | | | | | |
19 | Return, old Time, with "love's young dream" | | | | | | | |
20 | Through the portals beaming | | | | | | | |
22 | The world hath felt a quick'ning breath | | | | | | | |
23 | Although earth-weary wand'rers | | | | | | | |
24 | We remember the time when the world was in doubt | | | | | | | |
26 | In that land beyond the river | | | | | | | |
27a | Hush'd is the voice we loved to hear | | | | | | | |
27b | We are waiting by the river | | | | | | | |
28 | More dear than love's dream are my thoughts of an artist | | | | | | | |
30 | When old wrong from earth shall perish | | | | | | | |
31 | We shall meet beyond the river | | | | | | | |
32 | We are waiting for the morning | | | | | | | |
33 | Proclaim the truth most clear | | | | | | | |
34 | A gentle word hath a wonderful power | | | | | | | |
35 | Our Father, who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name | | | | | | | |
36 | Come, come, love, today | | | | | | | |
37 | There is a beautiful world above | | | | | | | |
38 | Life's pathway, from the cradle to the tomb | | | | | | | |
40 | Come, dear angel guides, draw near | | | | | | | |
41 | Life is fleeting sweetly onward | | | | | | | |
42 | There are ninety and nine who drink and die | | | | | | | |
43 | Thro' the vale of life we wander | | | | | | | |
44 | All hail! Friends of Progress, with words of good cheer | | | | | | | |
46 | Evergreen mountains of beauty | | | | | | | |
47 | Thou source of Life, oh, hear my pray'r | | | | | | | |
48 | Sweet summer-land beyond the river | | | | | | | |
49 | Oh, would were mine some wondrous pow'r | | | | | | | |
50 | Drink no more, my brother, brother | | | | | | | |
51 | Deep down my soul is sunk in more than endless gloom | | | | | | | |
52 | Oh, I command a dreadful band | | | | | | | |
54 | Then cease to do evil and learn to do well | | | | | | | |
56 | "My darling boy," his mother cried | | | | | | | |
57a | He gazed upon the gathered throng | | | | | | | |
57b | Unfurl the Temp'rance Banner | | | | | | | |
58 | All hail the time, sweet by and by | | | | | | | |
59 | Almighty pow'r of heav'n and earth | | | | | | | |
60 | Should tempests and clouds gather darkly around thee | | | | | | | |
61 | Oh, Thou the great Life Giver, from whom all blessings flow | | | | | | | |
62 | There is a world so bright and fair | | | | | | | |
63 | Our ship glides o'er the water | | | | | | | |
64 | Alone I trod the ocean's strand | | | | | | | |
65 | Break every yoke, and set thy spirit free | | | | | | | |
66 | When you see a fellow mortal | | | | | | | |
67 | Wine is a mocker, brother, all through the land | | | | | | | |
68 | Oh, sing me a song, sing a hopeful song | | | | | | | |
70 | The love of place, the lust for pow'r | | | | | | | |
71 | Prophet, tell us of the light | | | | | | | |
72 | Ho, ev'ry one of you that thirst | | | | | | | |
73 | Jes' cum a little closter, chile | | | | | | | |
74 | Dare to be free from ev'ry wrong | | | | | | | |
75 | Angels, keep me in the light | | | | | | | |
76 | Truth is the leader of our band | | | | | | | |
77 | Tell me not that youth is fleeting | | | | | | | |
78 | Summer's fragrant blooms have fled | | | | | | | |
79 | I need Thee every hour | | | | | | | |
80 | There is room among the angels | | | | | | | |
81 | Come hear the welcome voice | | | | | | | |
82 | How sweetly fall those simple words | | | | | | | |
83 | Father, we are weary Pilgrims | | | | | | | |
84 | The golden day is dimly dawning | | | | | | | |
85 | Angel friends now hover near us | | | | | | | |
86 | Our home is not this world of strife | | | | | | | |
87a | Praise God, from whom all blessings flow | | | | | | | |
87b | Thou Great first-cause, supreme, most high | | | | | | | |
87c | Source of all light, to Thee we pray | | | | | | | |
87d | Thou God of Peace, before we part | | | | | | | |
87e | Dear angel-guides, may thy sweet peace | | | | | | | |
88 | Ring out, triumphant, bells! | | | | | | | |
89 | The blaze upon the hearth burns low | | | | | | | |
90 | All hail! ye brave Knights of free labor | | | | | | | |
91 | All hail thou green isle of the ocean | | | | | | | |
92 | Come, set thy house in order | | | | | | | |
93 | Sing of love and peace forever | | | | | | | |
94 | Oh, think of that home over there | | | | | | | |
95 | They come to me, most cheerful thought | | | | | | | |
96 | The man who casts the world aside | | | | | | | |
97 | Among all the tender and hallowed things | | | | | | | |
98 | Thou art passing a-down the dark valley | | | | | | | |
99 | When we meet beyond the river | | | | | | | |
100 | We are told of a world where the rough seas of time | | | | | | | |
102 | When we hear the music ringing | | | | | | | |
103 | Come, sweet angels, while we sing | | | | | | | |
104 | Men who drink wine have woe we are told | | | | | | | |
106 | Oh, don't you remember the brave boys, Luke Rand | | | | | | | |