# | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
501 | Our bondage here shall end by and by | | | | | |  | |
502 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | |  | |
503 | Since man by sin has lost [gone from] [strayed from] his God | | | | | |  | |
504 | While wandering to and fro | | | | | |  | |
505 | While nature was sinking in stillness to rest | | | | | |  | |
506 | Farewell, farewell, to all below | | | | | |  | |
507 | Dear brethren, I have found a land which | | | | | |  | |
508 | There is a place where my hope is [hopes are] stayed [staid] | | | | | |  | |
509 | Prepare a thankful song | | | | | |  | |
510 | Farewell, my dear brethren, beloved of the Lord | | | | | |  | |
511 | Jesus thou great exalted King | | | | | |  | |
512 | Come brethren, we who love the Lord | | | | | |  | |
513 | Jesus, by heavenly hosts adored | | | | | |  | |
514 | Give me thy Spirit, O my God | | | | | |  | |
515 | Did Christ the great example lead | | | | | |  | |
516 | Deacons, awake the work fulfill! The work to you assigned | | | | | |  | |
517 | Up to thy throne, O God of love | | | | | |  | |
518 | Head of the church, thy care we bless | | | | | |  | |
519 | Thou sacred Spirit, heavenly Dove | | | | | |  | |
520 | Come, happy souls, that [who] know the Lord | | | | | |  | |
521 | How swiftly time's revolving wheels | | | | | |  | |
522 | Before Thy throne, eternal King | | | | | |  | |
523 | Convened from different parts, O Lord | | | | | |  | |
524 | Not to control the church of God | | | | | |  | |
525 | Now from the east and west and south | | | | | |  | |
526 | The year of time has rolled away | | | | | |  | |
527 | These mortal joys, how soon they fade | | | | | |  | |
528 | When the last trumpet's awful voice | | | | | |  | |
529 | Ye fleeting charms of earth, farewell | | | | | |  | |
530 | In all my Lord's appointed ways | | | | | |  | |
531 | Lo! what a glorious sight appears | | | | | |  | |
532 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | |  | |
533 | Quite weary near to faint | | | | | |  | |
534 | When converts first begin to sing | | | | | |  | |
535 | Ye sin sick souls, dismiss your fears | | | | | |  | |
536 | Ye tempted and tried, to Jesus draw nigh | | | | | |  | |
537 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | |  | |
538 | When strangers stand and hear me tell | | | | | |  | |
539 | When God's own people stand in need | | | | | |  | |
540 | Exalted high at God's right hand | | | | | |  | |
541 | Brethren, I am come again | | | | | |  | |
542 | Parted many a toil spent year, Pledged in youth | | | | | |  | |
543 | Come, all ye people of every nation | | | | | |  | |
544 | Awake, ye saints, and raise [lift] your eyes | | | | | |  | |
545 | The time is swiftly rolling on | | | | | |  | |
546 | 'Tis my desire with God to walk | | | | | |  | |
547 | Joyfully, joyfully, onward I [we] move | | | | | |  | |
548 | Come brethren and sisters, that [who] love my [our] dear Lord | | | | | |  | |
549 | When I was young, of tender years | | | | | |  | |
550 | Young people all, in blooming days | | | | | |  | |
551 | I am a little scholar | | | | | |  | |
552 | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | |  | |
553 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | |  | |
554 | What wondrous love is this, O my soul | | | | | |  | |
555 | Come all ye [you] young people of every relation | | | | | |  | |
556 | Must Jesus bear the [his] cross alone | | | | | |  | |
557 | 'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow | | | | | |  | |
558 | How vain are all things here below | | | | | |  | |
559 | Sweet rivers of redeeming love | | | | | |  | |
560 | Farewell, vain world, I'm going home, My Savior smiles | | | | | |  | |
561 | There was an hour when Christ rejoiced | | | | | |  | |
562 | Though faint, yet pursuing, we go on our way | | | | | |  | |
563 | Pass me not, O gentle Savior | | | | | |  | |
564 | God is the refuge of his saints | | | | | |  | |
565 | On Zion's glorious summit stood, A numerous host, redeemed by blood | | | | | |  | |
566 | If duty calls, and suffering [sufferings] too | | | | | |  | |
567 | Nothing either great or small, nothing sinner | | | | | |  | |
568 | My God, permit my tongue this joy, to call thee mine | | | | | |  | |
569 | O Thou from whom all goodness flows | | | | | |  | |
570 | Sinners, this solemn truth regard | | | | | |  | |
571 | Behold, what wondrous love the Father hath | | | | | |  | |
572 | We've no abiding city here | | | | | |  | |
573 | Holy Jesus, lovely lamb, thine and only | | | | | |  | |
574 | Prayer is the breath of God in man | | | | | |  | |
575 | The worth of truth no tongue can tell | | | | | |  | |
576 | I need thee, precious Jesus [Jesu], for I am full of sin | | | | | |  | |
577 | Time is winging us away | | | | | |  | |
578 | The angels that watched round the tomb | | | | | |  | |
579 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | |  | |
580 | Time speeds away, away, away | | | | | |  | |
581 | Pilgrim, is thy journey drear | | | | | |  | |
582 | Just as I am, without one plea | | | | | |  | |
583 | Away from his home and the friends of his youth | | | | | |  | |
584 | I came to the spot where the White Pilgrim lay | | | | | |  | |
585 | A few more days on earth to spend | | | | | |  | |
586 | When Peter through the tedious night | | | | | |  | |
587 | Awake and sing the song | | | | | |  | |
588 | Blest are the souls that [who] hear and know | | | | | |  | |
589 | How painfully pleasing the fond recollection Of youthful connections [emotions] | | | | | |  | |
590 | How good, how glorious 'tis to see | | | | | |  | |
591 | First have these lovers of the Word | | | | | |  | |
592 | Brother in Christ, and well beloved | | | | | |  | |
593 | And will the Judge descend [ascend] | | | | | |  | |
594 | Come, saints, and tell us of your hope | | | | | |  | |
595 | Dear children, when you read these lines | | | | | |  | |