# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | A beautiful land by faith I see | | | | | | | |
d2 | A few more years shall roll | | | | | | | |
d3 | A little while, our Lord shall come | | | | | | | |
d4 | All hail the great Immanuel's name | | | | | | | |
d5 | Are we almost there? are we almost there | | | | | | | |
d6 | Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
d7 | Beautiful Zion, built above; Beautiful city that I love | | | | | | | |
d8 | Blessed Savior, in the shadow | | | | | | | |
d9 | Buried beneath the yielding wave | | | | | | | |
d10 | Buried with Christ, yes, thus we lie | | | | | | | |
d11 | Christian, the morn breaks sweetly [gently] o'er thee | | | | | | | |
d12 | Come and reign, come and reign | | | | | | | |
d13 | Come, let us anew our journey pursue, Roll round | | | | | | | |
d14 | Come to Jesus, come to Jesus, Come to Jesus just now | | | | | | | |
d15 | Dear Savior, at thy coming | | | | | | | |
d16 | Death's not the gate of paradise | | | | | | | |
d17 | Down where the Christian army | | | | | | | |
d18 | Far beyond these scenes of trials | | | | | | | |
d19 | From every stormy wind [sense] that blows | | | | | | | |
d20 | Glad tidings, glad tidings, the Kingdom is near | | | | | | | |
d21 | Hark, the gospel trump is sounding | | | | | | | |
d22 | Here o'er the earth as a stranger I roam | | | | | | | |
d23 | How cheering is the Christian's hope | | | | | | | |
d24 | How happy [happy's] every child of grace, who [that] feels [knows] his sins forgiven | | | | | | | |
d25 | How long, O Lord our Savior | | | | | | | |
d26 | How long shall death, the tyrant, reign | | | | | | | |
d27 | How sweet are the tidings | | | | | | | |
d28 | How sweet the Christian's hope to me | | | | | | | |
d29 | I can see beyond the river | | | | | | | |
d30 | I have heard of a land that is ever bright | | | | | | | |
d31 | I love thee, I love thee, I love thee my Love [Lord] | | | | | | | |
d32 | I need thee, blessed Jesus | | | | | | | |
d33 | I saw a weary traveler | | | | | | | |
d34 | I walk a lonely pilgrim here | | | | | | | |
d35 | If I in thy likeness, O Lord, may awake | | | | | | | |
d36 | I'm a lonely traveler here | | | | | | | |
d37 | I'm glad I ever heard the cry | | | | | | | |
d38 | In Eden's bowers so lovely | | | | | | | |
d39 | In our pilgrimage below | | | | | | | |
d40 | In the Christian's home in [of] glory | | | | | | | |
d41 | In the midst of temptation and sorrow | | | | | | | |
d42 | In this weary world we wait | | | | | | | |
d43 | Jerusalem, my happy home | | | | | | | |
d44 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
d45 | Jesus died on Calvary's mountain, Long | | | | | | | |
d46 | Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave | | | | | | | |
d47 | Jesus invites his saints | | | | | | | |
d48 | Jesus, my [mine] [our] all, to heaven is [has] gone | | | | | | | |
d49 | Joyfully, joyfully onward I roam | | | | | | | |
d50 | Lift up your heads, desponding pilgrims | | | | | | | |
d51 | Lift up your hearts, Immanuel's friends | | | | | | | |
d52 | Lo he comes with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
d53 | Lo the time hastens on | | | | | | | |
d54 | Lo what a glorious sight appears | | | | | | | |
d55 | Lonely and weary by sorrows oppressed | | | | | | | |
d56 | Long for my Savior I've been waiting | | | | | | | |
d57 | Mark that pilgrim, lowly bending | | | | | | | |
d58 | Must Simon bear the [his] cross alone | | | | | | | |
d59 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
d60 | My heart is happy when I hear | | | | | | | |
d61 | My heart was cold, lukewarm was I | | | | | | | |
d62 | Night rested on Judea's plains | | | | | | | |
d63 | No mortal eye that land hath seen | | | | | | | |
d64 | O blessed Lord, when shall we see | | | | | | | |
d65 | O come, come away, for time's career is closing | | | | | | | |
d66 | O come with me, poor sinner com | | | | | | | |
d67 | O, for a [an] heart to praise [love] my God | | | | | | | |
d68 | O for a glance of heavenly day | | | | | | | |
d69 | O hail, happy day, that speaks our trials ended | | | | | | | |
d70 | O happy day that fixed [seals] [stays] my choice | | | | | | | |
d71 | O how I long to see that [the] day | | | | | | | |
d72 | O love not the world, for 'tis passing away | | | | | | | |
d73 | Of all the lovely countries | | | | | | | |
d74 | Our coming King, Jesus by name | | | | | | | |
d75 | Out on an ocean all boundless we ride | | | | | | | |
d76 | Righteous God, whose vengeful vials | | | | | | | |
d77 | Savior, dear Savior, we're waiting for Thee | | | | | | | |
d78 | Shall we gather at [by] the river, Where bright angel feet have trod | | | | | | | |
d79 | Shall we meet beyond the river, where the surges | | | | | | | |
d80 | Skeptic, spare that book | | | | | | | |
d81 | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
d82 | Son of God, thy people's [people] shield | | | | | | | |
d83 | Star of our hope, he'll soon appear | | | | | | | |
d84 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d85 | The angels soon are coming | | | | | | | |
d86 | The chariot, the chariot, its wheels roll [in] fire | | | | | | | |
d87 | The glorious day is coming | | | | | | | |
d88 | The glorious day is coming, The hour is rolling on | | | | | | | |
d89 | The gospel train is coming | | | | | | | |
d90 | The groaning earth is too dark and drear | | | | | | | |
d91 | The last lovely morning, all blooming and fair | | | | | | | |
d92 | The Lord shall [will] come, the earth shall [will] quake | | | | | | | |
d93 | The Savior comes his advent's nigh | | | | | | | |
d94 | The Savior who suffered, the Lamb that was slain | | | | | | | |
d95 | The soldiers are gathering from near and from far | | | | | | | |
d96 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d97 | There is a world to come, Blessed and pure | | | | | | | |
d98 | Thy broken body, gracious Lord, is shadowed | | | | | | | |
d99 | Thy kingdom come, thus, day by day | | | | | | | |
d100 | Thy word is a lamp to my feet | | | | | | | |