# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | Abide with me, fast falls the eventide | | | | | | | |
d2 | Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
d3 | Behold the western evening light | | | | | | | |
d4 | Beyond the smiling and the weeping | | | | | | | |
d5 | Brother, thou art gone to rest | | | | | | | |
d6 | Calmly now in peace thou art sleeping | | | | | | | |
d7 | Close the door lightly | | | | | | | |
d8 | Come unto me [him], when shadows darkly gather | | | | | | | |
d9 | Come, ye [you] disconsolate, where'er ye [you] languish | | | | | | | |
d10 | Forget not the dead, who have loved | | | | | | | |
d11 | Gather gently round the bier | | | | | | | |
d12 | Go, bury thy [your] sorrow, The world hath [has] its share | | | | | | | |
d13 | Go to the grave in all thy glorious prime | | | | | | | |
d14 | Go to thy rest in peace, And soft | | | | | | | |
d15 | Gone to her rest, she lingers here no longer | | | | | | | |
d16 | How blest the righteous when he dies | | | | | | | |
d17 | How sweet the hour of closing day | | | | | | | |
d18 | I cannot always trace the way | | | | | | | |
d19 | I heard the voice of Jesus say, come unto me and rest | | | | | | | |
d20 | I would not live alway [always], I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
d21 | Let others boast how strong they be [are] | | | | | | | |
d22 | Life is a span, a fleeting hour | | | | | | | |
d23 | Mother, thou art gone to rest | | | | | | | |
d24 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
d25 | O Paradise, O Paradise, who doth [does] [would] not win thy rest | | | | | | | |
d26 | O where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
d27 | Pastor, thou art from us taken | | | | | | | |
d28 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d29 | Servant of God, well done, thy glorious warfare's past | | | | | | | |
d30 | Sister, thou wast [wert] mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
d31 | Sleep thy last sleep | | | | | | | |
d32 | There is a calm for those who [that] weep | | | | | | | |
d33 | There's a land that is fairer [brighter] than day | | | | | | | |
d34 | Thou art gone to the grave but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
d35 | Through the night air stealing | | | | | | | |
d36 | Where shall we make her grave | | | | | | | |
d37 | Why should we start and fear to die | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]