# | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
d1 | A beautiful land by faith I see | | | | | | | |
d2 | Although I am a sinful child | | | | | | | |
d3 | Away, away, not a moment to linger | | | | | | | |
d4 | Blessed are the pure in heart, blessed evermore | | | | | | | |
d5 | Come, come to Jesus, He waits to pardon [welcome] thee | | | | | | | |
d6 | Come to Jesus, come to Jesus, Come to Jesus just now | | | | | | | |
d7 | Dare to be [do] right, dare to be true | | | | | | | |
d8 | Gladly I hail the morning of the Sabbath | | | | | | | |
d9 | Go and tell Jesus, weary, sin sick [fainting] soul | | | | | | | |
d10 | Hail, thou ever rolling ocean | | | | | | | |
d11 | Hark, the voice of Jesus crying Who will go and work today | | | | | | | |
d12 | Hear the royal proclamation, the glad tidings | | | | | | | |
d13 | I am thinking of home, of my Father's house | | | | | | | |
d14 | I am waiting by the river, and | | | | | | | |
d15 | I have entered the valley of blessing so sweet | | | | | | | |
d16 | I love to tell the story of unseen things above | | | | | | | |
d17 | I love to think of the heavenly land | | | | | | | |
d18 | I'll rise up early in the morning | | | | | | | |
d19 | In the tempest of life when the wave and gale is round | | | | | | | |
d20 | Jesus the water of life will [shall] give | | | | | | | |
d21 | Joy, joy, joy, there is joy in heaven | | | | | | | |
d22 | Joyfully, joyfully, onward I [we] move | | | | | | | |
d23 | Land ahead, its fruits are waving | | | | | | | |
d24 | Let me go where saints are going | | | | | | | |
d25 | Light and comfort of my soul | | | | | | | |
d26 | Lord, I hear of [that] [the] showers of blessing | | | | | | | |
d27 | Mansions are prepared above | | | | | | | |
d28 | Many are the sorrows, many are the tears | | | | | | | |
d29 | March along together, Ever firm and true | | | | | | | |
d30 | Morn of Zion's glory | | | | | | | |
d31 | Must Jesus bear the [his] cross alone | | | | | | | |
d32 | My heavenly home is bright and fair we'll be gathered home | | | | | | | |
d33 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
d34 | Nothing either great or small, nothing sinner | | | | | | | |
d35 | Now night comes on, the sun is gone | | | | | | | |
d36 | O I see the shining angels | | | | | | | |
d37 | O [Sweet] land for [of] rest for thee I sigh | | | | | | | |
d38 | Over the river, I'm going | | | | | | | |
d39 | Praise him, praise him, Jesus, our blessed Redeemer | | | | | | | |
d40 | Savior, like a shepherd lead us | | | | | | | |
d41 | Scatter smiles, bright smiles | | | | | | | |
d42 | Shall we sing in heaven forever | | | | | | | |
d43 | Songs of the beautiful | | | | | | | |
d44 | Sound the battle cry | | | | | | | |
d45 | Strike the harp of Zion | | | | | | | |
d46 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d47 | Sweetly sing, sweetly sing praises | | | | | | | |
d48 | The Sabbath school's a place for prayer | | | | | | | |
d49 | The Sunday school that blessed place | | | | | | | |
d50 | There are angels hovering round | | | | | | | |
d51 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | | | |
d52 | There is beauty all around when there's love at home | | | | | | | |
d53 | There is no name so sweet on earth, No name so sweet in heaven | | | | | | | |
d54 | There's a light in the window for thee, brother | | | | | | | |
d55 | They hover around us, bright angels are near | | | | | | | |
d56 | Today the Savior calls, ye wanderers come | | | | | | | |
d57 | Watch, for the time is short | | | | | | | |
d58 | We are going forth with our staff in hand | | | | | | | |
d59 | We are marching on with badge and banner bright | | | | | | | |
d60 | We must labor while 'tis day | | | | | | | |
d61 | We must never grow weary | | | | | | | |
d62 | We're traveling home to heaven above | | | | | | | |
d63 | When gloomy clouds across the sky | | | | | | | |
d64 | When I'm dreaming, sadly dreaming | | | | | | | |
d65 | When the morning light drives away the night | | | | | | | |
d66 | Who are these [those] in bright [fair] array | | | | | | | |
d67 | Who shall sing if not the children | | | | | | | |
d68 | Why should cold or stormy weather | | | | | | | |
d69 | Worthy, worthy is the Lamb | | | | | | | |
d70 | Ye valiant soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |