# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | Till he come, O let the words | | | | | | | |
d102 | 'Tis the last call of mercy that lingers for thee | | | | | | | |
d103 | Unvail [Unveil] thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
d104 | Watchman, tell me, does the morning | | | | | | | |
d105 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d106 | We are joyously voyaging | | | | | | | |
d107 | We are voyagers on an ocean, and our destiny we know | | | | | | | |
d108 | We have heard from the [that] bright [and] the [that] better [holy] land | | | | | | | |
d109 | We shall greet them at home | | | | | | | |
d110 | We shall see the Savior coming | | | | | | | |
d111 | We soon shall be home where the weary ones rest | | | | | | | |
d112 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
d113 | We'll meet ere long in our happy Eden home | | | | | | | |
d114 | We're bound for the land of the pure and the holy | | | | | | | |
d115 | We're going home, we've had visions bright | | | | | | | |
d116 | We're looking for a city When Eden is restored | | | | | | | |
d117 | We're tenting tonight on the old camp ground | | | | | | | |
d118 | We're traveling toward a country bright | | | | | | | |
d119 | What glory gilds the sacred page | | | | | | | |
d120 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
d121 | When shall we meet again, Meet ne'er [more] to sever | | | | | | | |
d122 | While nature was sinking in stillness to rest | | | | | | | |
d123 | Will you go, sinner, go to the highlands of heaven | | | | | | | |
d124 | Worthy, worthy is the Lamb | | | | | | | |
d125 | Ye who rose to meet the Lord | | | | | | | |
d126 | Yes, he will come, though Pharisee and learned doctor disagree | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]