# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
501 | How sweet and awful [holy] [sacred] is the place | | | | | | | |
502 | Lord, at thy table I [we] behold The wonders of thy grace | | | | | | | |
503 | Do not I love thee, O my Lord [God]? Behold my heart and see | | | | | | | |
504 | If human kindness meets return | | | | | | | |
505 | How sweet, how [and] heavenly is the sight | | | | | | | |
506 | Blest be the [that] dear uniting love | | | | | | | |
507 | I love thy kingdom, Lord | | | | | | | |
508 | Dear Savior we are thine, By everlasting | | | | | | | |
509 | Blest be the tie that binds our hearts in Christian love | | | | | | | |
510 | The Church's one foundation is Jesus Christ her Lord | | | | | | | |
511 | As shadows cast by cloud and sun | | | | | | | |
512 | How large the promise, how divine | | | | | | | |
513 | See the kind [good] Shepherd, Jesus, stands | | | | | | | |
514 | See Isr'l's gentle Shepherd stand [stands] | | | | | | | |
515 | Happy the home, when God is there | | | | | | | |
516 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
517 | Dear Jesus ever at my side, How loving must | | | | | | | |
518 | There is a little, lonely fold | | | | | | | |
519 | Savior, like a shepherd lead us | | | | | | | |
520 | In the vineyard of our father | | | | | | | |
521 | Around the throne of God in heaven, thousands | | | | | | | |
522 | O God, beneath thy [your] guiding hand | | | | | | | |
523 | Our fathers' God, to thee we raise | | | | | | | |
524 | God, the all terrible, King, [Thou], who ordainest | | | | | | | |
525 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
526 | God bless our native land, Firm may she | | | | | | | |
527 | The God of harvest praise | | | | | | | |
528 | Praise to God, immortal praise | | | | | | | |
529 | Praise, O praise our God and King | | | | | | | |
530 | Come, ye [you] thankful people, come | | | | | | | |
531 | Soon the Lord our God shall come | | | | | | | |
532 | Great God, we sing that mighty hand | | | | | | | |
533 | Another year, another year, hath sped its flight | | | | | | | |
534 | Time is winging us away | | | | | | | |
535 | While with ceaseless [careless] course the sun | | | | | | | |
536 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
537 | A few more years shall roll | | | | | | | |
538 | Make haste, O man, to live | | | | | | | |
539 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
540 | I would not live alway [always], I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
541 | O had I, my Savior, the wings of a dove | | | | | | | |
542 | We would see Jesus, for the shadows lengthen | | | | | | | |
543 | Hark, hark, my soul! | | | | | | | |
544 | How vain is all beneath the skies [sky] | | | | | | | |
545 | How blest the sacred tie that binds | | | | | | | |
546 | Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
547 | Thou art gone to the grave but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
548 | Sleep thy last sleep | | | | | | | |
549 | Servant of God, well done, rest | | | | | | | |
550 | Oh for the death of those who slumber in the Lord! | | | | | | | |
551 | O for the death of those | | | | | | | |
552 | Why do we [ye] [you] mourn departing [departed] [for dying] friends | | | | | | | |
553 | Calm on the bosom of thy God | | | | | | | |
554 | O for an overcoming faith | | | | | | | |
555 | This is not my [a] place of resting | | | | | | | |
556 | Cease, ye [you] mourners, cease to languish | | | | | | | |
557 | Unvail [Unveil] thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
558 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
559 | The time draws nigh when from the clouds Christ shall with shouts descend | | | | | | | |
560 | Rest for the toiling hand | | | | | | | |
561 | Day of judgment, day of wonders | | | | | | | |
562 | Lo he comes with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
563 | Christ is coming [come now] let creation | | | | | | | |
564 | Great God, what do I [we] see and hear | | | | | | | |
565 | That day of wrath! | | | | | | | |
566 | What sinners value, I resign | | | | | | | |
567 | When thou, my righteous Judge shalt come | | | | | | | |
568 | Lo on a narrow neck of land | | | | | | | |
569 | With silence only as their benediction | | | | | | | |
570 | Lo! what a glorious sight appears | | | | | | | |
571 | Give me the wings of faith to rise | | | | | | | |
572 | Now let our souls, on wings sublime | | | | | | | |
573 | Thy Father's house, thine [thy] own bright home | | | | | | | |
574 | When this passing world is done | | | | | | | |
575 | Forth to the land of promise bound | | | | | | | |
576 | O could our thoughts and wishes fly | | | | | | | |
577 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
578 | What are these in bright array | | | | | | | |
579 | Let saints below in concert sing [join] | | | | | | | |
580 | One [A] sweetly [sweet] solemn thought comes to me o'er and o'er | | | | | | | |
581 | And is there, Lord, a rest | | | | | | | |
582 | Forever with the Lord [our God], amen, so let it be | | | | | | | |
583 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
584 | Jerusalem, my happy home, name ever dear to me | | | | | | | |
585 | Mid [midst] scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
586 | In the Christian's home in [of] glory | | | | | | | |
587 | Shall we gather at [by] the river, Where bright angel feet have trod | | | | | | | |
588 | I'm but a stranger [traveler] here, heaven is my home | | | | | | | |
589 | Though often here we're weary, There is sweet rest above | | | | | | | |
590 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
591 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
592 | Rejoice, rejoice, believers, and let your light | | | | | | | |
593 | Ten thousand times ten thousand, in sparkling raiment | | | | | | | |
594 | Jerusalem, the golden, with milk and honey blest | | | | | | | |
595 | The sands of time are sinking | | | | | | | |
596 | Oh, come, let us sing unto the Lord | | | | | | | |
597 | Oh, sing, unto the Lord a new song | | | | | | | |
598 | Make a joyful noise unto the Lord | | | | | | | |
599 | I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills | | | | | | | |
600 | The earth is the Lord's and the fullness thereof | | | | | | | |