Sacred Memories for Occasions of Reverence

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Editor: R. E. Winsett
Published: 1942
Place of Publication: Dayton, Tenn.
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d1Abide with me, fast falls the eventide
d2After the life paths we're treading
d3All our labor will be done
d4Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep
d5Beyond the sea where fadeless glories gleam
d6Dark are the windows, no flickering glow
d7Dear friends, the time is drawing near
d8Dear mother, safe on that bright shore
d9Death is an angel sent down from above
d10Earth holds no treasures but perish with using
d11Earthly homes are often torn asunder
d12God be with you till we meet again
d13Goodbye dear one, goodbye
d14Have you heard of that bright city
d15Here I labor and toil as I look for a home
d16Here so many are taking vacation
d17Homeless here the soul may rove
d18How dark the gloom, how sad the hour
d19How oft in fancy I recall
d20How our hearts ache with grief
d21How sweet and happy seem those days
d22I am a poor wayfaring pilgrim
d23I am bound for that bright city
d24I am going home to glory to that city bright
d25I am thinking of friends whom I used to know
d26I dreamed I had gone to that city
d27I had the best friend
d28I have heard of a land on the far away strand
d29I have known a life of sorrow
d30I have read of the beautiful city
d31I hear the low winds sweeping through every bush and tree
d32I sat alone at midnight hour
d33I wandered again to my old cabin home
d34I was standing by the bedside of a neighbor
d35I will meet you in the morning by the bright
d36I will sing you a song of that [a] [the] beautiful
d37If I should be living when Jesus comes
d38If you have any flowers on my grave to bestow
d39If you should reach heaven before I arrive
d40I'll wear a crown of glory
d41I'm going home to glory soon
d42I'm going home tomorrow, where there's no care
d43I'm only an orphan
d44In an old fashion cabin
d45In the resurrection morning when the trump of God shall sound
d46I've been traveling for Jesus
d47I've treasures laid up in that city of God
d48Jesus has taken a beautiful bud
d49Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly
d50Last night by the fireside, dreaming
d51Let us gather up the sunbeams
d52Life's setting sun is in the west
d53Mama kissed me in a dream
d54Many are those mansions bright
d55Many years have come and gone
d56Mother dear, come bathe my forehead
d57Mother dear, I now must leave you
d58Mother, tell me of the angels
d59Mother, 'twas dark, but the light came at last
d60My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty
d61My heavenly home is bright and fair nor pain nor death
d62My latest sun is sinking fast, My race is nearly run
d63My Lord [he] calls me, [he] calls me in [by] the thunder
d64Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee
d65No tears in yonder home, There all serene
d66Now mother is old and wrinkled and gray
d67O soon will our Savior be calling us homeward
d68O they tell me of a home far beyond the skies
d69O think of the home over there, By the side of the river
d70O those beautiful, beautiful hands
d71Oft I've heard my mother tell
d72Often I've heard of heaven, wonderful country
d73On a lonely mountain, neath the sky's blue
d74On the resurrection morning when all the dead
d75On the top of Mount Zion is a city
d76Once more we give the parting hand
d77One by one, our friends are going
d78One by one, our friends are going on before
d79Our friends are crossing over
d80Over the river faces I see
d81Over yonder is a mansion
d82Precious memories, unseen angels sent from
d83Shall we gather at [by] the river, Where bright angel feet have trod
d84Shall we meet beyond the river, where the surges
d85Softly woo away her breath
d86Sometime we will reach yonder city of gold
d87Soon the toils of life will cease
d88Tempted and tried we're oft made to [we often do] wonder [wander]
d89The cares of this life may leave us weeping
d90The sands have been washed in the footprints
d91The time for parting now has come
d92The time has come dear papa
d93There are mansions high, there are mansions wide
d94There is a city supernal
d95There is a gate stands open wide [that stands ajar]
d96There is a home, a peaceful home, A home of joy and love
d97There's a beautiful home far up in the sky
d98There's a land that is fairer [brighter] than day
d99There's a little pine log cabin
d100There's a vacant rocking chair

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