# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
802 | When earthly things have ceased to be | | | | | | | |
803 | The time ordained of God | | | | | | | |
804 | Nearer the cross my heart can say | | | | | | | |
805 | The voyage has been weary | | | | | | | |
806 | Father, in the morning Unto Thee I [I'll] pray | | | | | | | |
807 | There is a gate that stands ajar And through its portals gleaming | | | | | | | |
808 | Mighty Rock, whose towering form | | | | | | | |
809 | Friends who have loved me are slipping (passing) away | | | | | | | |
810 | When the waiting time is over | | | | | | | |
811 | Jesus, my Lord, to thee I cry | | | | | | | |
812 | I'm coming back to Jesus | | | | | | | |
813 | Just as I am, without one plea, But [Save] that thy blood | | | | | | | |
814 | Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling | | | | | | | |
815 | While Jesus whispers to you | | | | | | | |
816 | Soul, a Savior thou art needing | | | | | | | |
817 | Jesus, the loving Shepherd, calleth thee now | | | | | | | |
819 | Come, is the Savior's dying word | | | | | | | |
820 | Who is this from Edom coming | | | | | | | |
821 | There is rest for the weary, if rest they will seek | | | | | | | |
823 | Dear is the hope that the gospel reveals | | | | | | | |
824 | Angel voices sweetly singing, echoes through | | | | | | | |
825 | Are you ready for the Bridegroom when he comes | | | | | | | |
826 | Only waiting, only waiting | | | | | | | |
827 | I hope to meet you all in glory | | | | | | | |
828 | There is a land celestial | | | | | | | |
829 | There's a home with the Savior | | | | | | | |
830 | We are sailing on the ship | | | | | | | |
831 | How shall I my [we our] Savior set forth | | | | | | | |
832 | Back from the long ago | | | | | | | |
833 | They're gathering homeward from every land, One by one | | | | | | | |
834 | Forgive us our debts now, we pray | | | | | | | |
835 | Just across the silent river | | | | | | | |
836 | Sing of Jesus, sing forever | | | | | | | |
837 | On that shore, on that bright golden shoe | [On that shore, on that bright golden shoe] | | | | | | |
838 | At the sounding of the trumpet, when the saints | | | | | | | |
840 | We shall reach the river side | | | | | | | |
841 | God be with you till we meet again | | | | | | | |
842 | Sound the battle cry | | | | | | | |
843 | We'll take up our [the] stand for the youth | | | | | | | |
844 | There's a rod above the ocean | | | | | | | |
845 | We have met rum's grim Apollyo | | | | | | | |
846 | Mourn for the thousands slain | | | | | | | |
847 | Alas! and did my Saviour bleed? | BOWER | | | | | | |
848 | Broad is the road [stream] that leads to death [wrath] | | | | | | | |
849 | My God, and is thy table spread | | | | | | | |
850 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
851 | Salvation, O the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
852 | For a season called to part | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]