# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
494 | What sinners value I resign | | | | | | | |
495 | Oh, sometimes the shadows are deep | | | | | | | |
496 | When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come | | | | | | | |
497 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
498 | When, rising from the bed of death | | | | | | | |
499 | Great God, what do I see and hear! | | | | | | | |
500 | When my last hour is close at hand | | | | | | | |
501 | I have a home above | | | | | | | |
502 | And is there, Lord, a rest | | | | | | | |
503 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
504 | The roseate hues of early dawn | | | | | | | |
505 | O mother dear, Jerusalem | | | | | | | |
506 | Oh, for a faith that will not shrink | | | | | | | |
507 | Jerursalem! my happy home! | | | | | | | |
508 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
509 | There is an hour of hallowed peace | | | | | | | |
510 | Oh, could our thoughts and wishes fly | | | | | | | |
511 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
512 | Christ is coming! let creation | | | | | | | |
513 | What are these in bright array | | | | | | | |
514 | I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger | | | | | | | |
515 | Now let our souls, on wings sublime | | | | | | | |
516 | Lord, thou wilt bring the joyful day! | | | | | | | |
517 | Thy Father's house! thine own bright home! | | | | | | | |
518 | Bride of the Lamb, awake, awake! | | | | | | | |
519 | Soon will the heavenly Bridegroom come | | | | | | | |
520 | Hope of our hearts, O Lord, appear | | | | | | | |
521 | Lo! what a glorious sight appears | | | | | | | |
522 | Behold, the mountain of the Lord | | | | | | | |
523 | Light of the lonely pilgrim's heart! | | | | | | | |
524 | We are on our journey home | | | | | | | |
525 | Life has many a pleasant hour | | | | | | | |
526 | The sands of time are sinking | | | | | | | |
527 | This is not my place of resting | | | | | | | |
528 | Hark! the sound of holy voices | | | | | | | |
529 | Daily, daily sing the praises | | | | | | | |
530 | On Jordan's rugged banks I stand | | | | | | | |
531 | Behold the glories of the Lamb | | | | | | | |
532 | There is a house not made with hands | | | | | | | |
533 | Jerusalem, the glorious! | | | | | | | |
534 | Rejoice, rejoice, believers! | | | | | | | |
535 | Jerusalem, the golden | | | | | | | |
536 | Brief life is here our portion | | | | | | | |
537 | Come, ye thankful people, come | | | | | | | |
538 | Thou who roll'st the year around | | | | | | | |
539 | While, with ceaseless course, the sun | | | | | | | |
540 | Swell the anthem, raise the song | | | | | | | |
541 | Praise to God, immortal praise | | | | | | | |
542 | O God, beneath thy guiding hand | | | | | | | |
543 | Great God! we sing that mighty hand | | | | | | | |
544 | Our Helper, God! we bless thy name | | | | | | | |
545 | As shadows cast by cloud and sun | | | | | | | |
546 | With songs and honors sounding loud | | | | | | | |
547 | The mercies of my God and King | | | | | | | |
548 | Jesus, Saviour, pilot me | | | | | | | |
549 | And can it be that I should gain | | | | | | | |
550 | Why is thy faith, O child of God, so small? | | | | | | | |
551 | My country! 'tis of thee | | | | | | | |
552 | Christ for the world we sing | | | | | | | |
553 | Tell me, whom my soul doth love | | | | | | | |