# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
701 | "For ever with the Lord!" | | | | | | | |
702 | Rest for the toiling hand | | | | | | | |
703 | It is not death to die | | | | | | | |
704 | Our heaven is everywhere | | | | | | | |
705 | It is thy hand, my God | | | | | | | |
706 | O spirit freed from earth | | | | | | | |
707 | Far from the scenes of night | | | | | | | |
708 | Rejoice, O weary soul! | | | | | | | |
709 | A charge to keep I have | | | | | | | |
710 | Blest are the pure in heart | | | | | | | |
711 | Servant of God, well done | | | | | | | |
712 | Here in a world of doubt | | | | | | | |
713 | Far from my heavenly home | | | | | | | |
714 | Oh, not when the death-prayer is said | | | | | | | |
715 | Calm on the bosom of thy God | | | | | | | |
716 | O God, that madest earth and sky | | | | | | | |
717 | Thou must go forth alone, my soul | | | | | | | |
718 | From lips divine, like healing balm | | | | | | | |
719 | All as God wills! who wisely heeds | | | | | | | |
720 | Another hand is beckoning us | | | | | | | |
721 | Behold the western evening light! | | | | | | | |
722 | Earth, with its dark and dreadful ills | | | | | | | |
723 | Deem not that they are blest alone | | | | | | | |
724 | My God, I thank thee! may no thought | | | | | | | |
725 | O Love divine, that stooped to share | | | | | | | |
726 | Is there a lone and dreary hour | | | | | | | |
727 | Oh, stay thy tears! for they are blest | | | | | | | |
728 | God giveth quietness at last! | | | | | | | |
729 | Come, tread once more the path with song | | | | | | | |
730 | How blessed the righteous when he dies! | | | | | | | |
731 | Oh, when the hours of life are past | | | | | | | |
732 | Come unto me when shadows darkly gather | | | | | | | |
733 | Weep thou, O mourner! but in lamentation | | | | | | | |
734 | We will not weep; for God is standing by us | | | | | | | |
735 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
736 | Jerusalem, my happy home | | | | | | | |
737 | We journey through a vale of tears | | | | | | | |
738 | Burst thy shackles! drop thy clay! | | | | | | | |
739 | We would leave, O God! to thee | | | | | | | |
740 | Gently fall the dews of eve | | | | | | | |
741 | Need it is we raise our eyes | | | | | | | |
742 | To the Father's love we trust | | | | | | | |
743 | Down toward the twilight drifting | | | | | | | |
744 | Sister, thou wast mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
745 | Fare thee well, thou fondly cherished | | | | | | | |
746 | Only waiting, till the shadows | | | | | | | |
747 | Farewell, brother! deep and lowly | | | | | | | |
748 | O thou, lover of my soul! | | | | | | | |
749 | He is gone; a cloud of light | | | | | | | |
750 | Where is he that came to save? | | | | | | | |
751 | They are going,--only going | | | | | | | |
752 | Hark the sound of holy voices | | | | | | | |
753 | Alleluia! alleluia! Hearts to heaven and voices raise | | | | | | | |
754 | Not worthy, Lord, to gather up the crumbs | | | | | | | |
755 | Oh, send me not away! for I would drink | | | | | | | |
756 | Go to the grave in all thy glorious prime | | | | | | | |
757 | Hark, hark, my soul: angelic songs are swelling | | | | | | | |
758 | How dear is the thought that the angels of God | | | | | | | |
759 | Forget not the dead, who have loved, who have left us | | | | | | | |
760 | My God! is any hour so sweet | | | | | | | |
761 | O God, my Father, look on me | | | | | | | |
762 | My God, my Father, while I stray | | | | | | | |
763 | I cannot always trace the way | | | | | | | |
764 | Still, still with thee, when purple morning breaketh | | | | | | | |
765 | When winds are raging o'er the upper ocean | | | | | | | |
766 | Oh for the peace that floweth as a river | | | | | | | |
767 | Let us sing the praise of Love | | | | | | | |
768 | Lord, in thee I place my trust | | | | | | | |
769 | Sunlight of the heavenly day | | | | | | | |
770 | While, with ceaseless course, the sun | | | | | | | |
771 | Our blest Redeemer, ere he breathed | | | | | | | |
772 | Father, who in the olive shade | | | | | | | |
773 | Lead, kindly Light, amid th'encircling gloom | | | | | | | |
774 | Mighty Spirit, gracious Guide | | | | | | | |
775 | Holy Father, cheer our way | | | | | | | |
776 | When the day of toil is done | | | | | | | |
777 | Hast thou, midst life's empty noises | | | | | | | |
778 | O sacred head, now wounded | | | | | | | |
779 | Brief life is here our portion | | | | | | | |
780 | O God, the Rock of Ages | | | | | | | |
781 | No seas again shall sever | | | | | | | |
782 | Who, when darkness gathered o'er us | | | | | | | |
783 | The breaking waves dashed high | | | | | | | |
784 | My country, 'tis of thee | | | | | | | |
785 | God bless our native land! | | | | | | | |
786 | Gone are those great and good | | | | | | | |
787 | The God of harvest praise | | | | | | | |
788 | Ye tribes of Adam, join | | | | | | | |
789 | Mark the soft falling snow | | | | | | | |
790 | Lord of the worlds above | | | | | | | |
791 | Shall hymns of grateful love | | | | | | | |
792 | Now thank we all our God | | | | | | | |
793 | Lord God, we worship thee | | | | | | | |
794 | Come, ye thankful people, come | | | | | | | |
795 | How rich thy gifts, Almighty King! | | | | | | | |
796 | Praise, oh, praise our God and King | | | | | | | |
797 | Praise to God, immortal praise | | | | | | | |
798 | Go forward, Christian soldier | | | | | | | |
799 | Now is the time approaching | | | | | | | |
800 | Now to heaven our prayer ascending | | | | | | | |