# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | A few more years shall roll | | | | | | | |
d2 | Ah tell me no more | | | | | | | |
d3 | Amid the toil and pain of life | | | | | | | |
d4 | Be kind to thy [your] father, for when thou [you] wert [wast] [were] young | | | | | | | |
d5 | Beyond the rolling river | | | | | | | |
d6 | By faith I view my Savior dying | | | | | | | |
d7 | Child of sorrow, child of care | | | | | | | |
d8 | Come sound his praise [name] abroad, And hymns | | | | | | | |
d9 | Come to our [the] Father's house | | | | | | | |
d10 | Day star of Isr'l, bless us, we pray | | | | | | | |
d11 | Dear Jesus, my Shepherd, on thee I rely | | | | | | | |
d12 | Firmly, brethren, firmly stand | | | | | | | |
d13 | Go forth in the highway | | | | | | | |
d14 | Go to thy rest, my [dear] [fair] child | | | | | | | |
d15 | How gentle God's commands | | | | | | | |
d16 | How shall the young secure their hearts | | | | | | | |
d17 | How sweet is the Sabbath, the morning [season] of rest | | | | | | | |
d18 | How sweet will be the welcome home | | | | | | | |
d19 | I am waiting by the river | | | | | | | |
d20 | I asked the little joyous bird | | | | | | | |
d21 | I have dreamed sweet dreams of a better home | | | | | | | |
d22 | I heard the voice of Jesus say, come unto me and rest | | | | | | | |
d23 | I love thee, I love thee, I love thee my Love [Lord] | | | | | | | |
d24 | I will sing you a song of that [a] [the] beautiful | | | | | | | |
d25 | If, through unruffled seas, Toward heaven we calmly sail | | | | | | | |
d26 | In the cross of Christ I glory | | | | | | | |
d27 | Is this the kind return | | | | | | | |
d28 | Is thy young heart, O happy child | | | | | | | |
d29 | Jerusalem, my glorious home | | | | | | | |
d30 | Jesus, my [mine] [our] all, to heaven is [has] gone | | | | | | | |
d31 | Jesus sat by the well | | | | | | | |
d32 | Just as I am, without one plea, But [Save] that thy blood | | | | | | | |
d33 | Lo the rock is rolled away | | | | | | | |
d34 | Longing for home just over the river | | | | | | | |
d35 | Look to Jesus weary one full of anguish | | | | | | | |
d36 | Lord of hosts, how lovely fair | | | | | | | |
d37 | My heavenly home is bright and fair | | | | | | | |
d38 | My hope is built on nothing less than Jesus' blood and righteousness | | | | | | | |
d39 | Now to the lamb that [who] once was slain | | | | | | | |
d40 | O Father, come kiss me once more | | | | | | | |
d41 | O let him whose sorrow | | | | | | | |
d42 | O the night of time soon shall pass away | | | | | | | |
d43 | O what shall I do to be saved from the sorrows | | | | | | | |
d44 | O when shall we sweetly remove | | | | | | | |
d45 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
d46 | Open the door for the children | | | | | | | |
d47 | Our home beyond forever fair | | | | | | | |
d48 | Purer yet purer I will be in mind | | | | | | | |
d49 | Shall we meet beyond the river | | | | | | | |
d50 | Softly now the light of day | | | | | | | |
d51 | Someone has gone from this strange world | | | | | | | |
d52 | Spirit of God descend, descend | | | | | | | |
d53 | Take the praise we bring thee, Lord | | | | | | | |
d54 | The Bible, the Bible, More precious than gold | | | | | | | |
d55 | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
d56 | The holy day's returning | | | | | | | |
d57 | The Lord Jehovah reigns | | | | | | | |
d58 | The pearly gates are open wide, I see the bright array | | | | | | | |
d59 | The Prince of salvation in triumph is riding | | | | | | | |
d60 | There is a home, a peaceful home, A home of joy and love | | | | | | | |
d61 | There is a place of sacred [waveless] rest, Far, far beyond the skies | | | | | | | |
d62 | There's a beautiful land far beyond the sky | | | | | | | |
d63 | There's a city of light that is fair and bright | | | | | | | |
d64 | There's a land that is fairer [brighter] than day | | | | | | | |
d65 | There's a light on the dark and surging deep | | | | | | | |
d66 | There's a little grave on the green hillside | | | | | | | |
d67 | There's a place for children in the Sabbath school | | | | | | | |
d68 | They are going, only going, Jesus called them | | | | | | | |
d69 | This is not my [a] place of resting | | | | | | | |
d70 | To bless thy chosen race, in mercy, Lord, incline | | | | | | | |
d71 | Unfurl the temperance banner and fling it to the breeze | | | | | | | |
d72 | We seek the golden city | | | | | | | |
d73 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
d74 | We'll sing to the glory | | | | | | | |
d75 | We've gathered from the East | | | | | | | |
d76 | When the evening shadows slowly gather | | | | | | | |
d77 | When the storm in its fury on Galilee fell And lifted | | | | | | | |
d78 | When the Sunday school has gathered | | | | | | | |
d79 | While my Redeemer's near | | | | | | | |
d80 | While we journey o'er life's pathway | | | | | | | |
d81 | Who, who are these [they] beside [beyond] the chilly wave | | | | | | | |
d82 | Will they meet me on the other shore | | | | | | | |