# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | See the mighty angel flying | | | | | | | |
d102 | See what a living stone | | | | | | | |
d103 | Sing, ye redeemed [ransomed] of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d104 | Spirit of faith, come down | | | | | | | |
d105 | Tell me no more of earthly toys | | | | | | | |
d106 | The glorious day is drawing nigh | | | | | | | |
d107 | The glorious day is rolling on | | | | | | | |
d108 | The glorious gospel light has shone | | | | | | | |
d109 | The great and glorious gospel light | | | | | | | |
d110 | The great Redeemer we adore | | | | | | | |
d111 | The happy day has rolled on | | | | | | | |
d112 | The Lord shall [will] come, the earth shall [will] quake | | | | | | | |
d113 | The morning breaks, the shadows flee | | | | | | | |
d114 | The pleasures of earth I have seen fade away | | | | | | | |
d115 | The Prince of salvation in triumph is riding | | | | | | | |
d116 | The pure testimony put [poured] forth in the spirit | | | | | | | |
d117 | The Savior comes his advent's nigh | | | | | | | |
d118 | The spirit of God like a fire is burning | | | | | | | |
d119 | The sun that declines in the far western sky | | | | | | | |
d120 | The time long appointed is now drawing near | | | | | | | |
d121 | The trump of Isr'l's jubilee | | | | | | | |
d122 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d123 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d124 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
d125 | This earth shall be a blessed place | | | | | | | |
d126 | This earth was once a garden place | | | | | | | |
d127 | Thou soft [sweet] flowing [gliding] Kedron [Cedron], by thy silver [limpid] stream | | | | | | | |
d128 | Though in the outward, earthly church below | | | | | | | |
d129 | Through every age, eternal God | | | | | | | |
d130 | Thy beautiful garments, O Zion, assume | | | | | | | |
d131 | Thy kingdom come, thus, day by day | | | | | | | |
d132 | To leave my dear friends, and with [from] my neighbors [kindred] to depart | | | | | | | |
d133 | Triumphant Zion, lift thy head | | | | | | | |
d134 | 'Twas the commission of our [the] Lord | | | | | | | |
d135 | We are living, we are dwelling In a grand and awful time | | | | | | | |
d136 | Welcome, delightful morn, Thou [Sweet] day of sacred rest | | | | | | | |
d137 | What heavenly music do I [we] hear | | | | | | | |
d138 | What sound is this salutes mine [my] ear | | | | | | | |
d139 | What wondrous things we now behold | | | | | | | |
d140 | When earth's foundation first was laid | | | | | | | |
d141 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d142 | When shall we all meet again, when shall we our rest | | | | | | | |
d143 | When the last trumpet's awful voice | | | | | | | |
d144 | When youth and [or] age are snatched away | | | | | | | |
d145 | Whenever God appoints | | | | | | | |
d146 | Ye angels, who stand round the throne | | | | | | | |
d147 | Ye dying sons of men | | | | | | | |
d148 | Ye fearful saints march on | | | | | | | |
d149 | Ye slumbering nations, who have slept a long night | | | | | | | |
d150 | Ye who are called to labor and minister | | | | | | | |
d151 | Zion, my holy, happy home | | | | | | | |