# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
831 | Vital spark of heav'nly flame! | | | | | | | |
832 | Why do we mourn departing friends | | | | | | | |
833 | Hear what the voice from heav'n proclaims | | | | | | | |
834 | Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
835 | O happy they, who safely housed | | | | | | | |
836 | Peace, 'tis the Lord Jehovah's hand | | | | | | | |
837 | When blooming youth is snatchd away | | | | | | | |
838 | Now let our mourning hearts revive | | | | | | | |
839 | I know that my Redeemer lives | | | | | | | |
840 | The time draws nigh when from the clouds | | | | | | | |
841 | Blest be the everlasting God | | | | | | | |
842 | And must this body die? | | | | | | | |
843 | My life's a shade, my days | | | | | | | |
844 | We sing His love, who once was slain | | | | | | | |
845 | Oh! how I long to reach my home | | | | | | | |
846 | “Forever with the Lord!” | | | | | | | |
847 | Let me be with Thee where Thou art | | | | | | | |
848 | My rest is in heaven, my rest is not here | | | | | | | |
849 | This is not my place of resting | | | | | | | |
850 | Now let our souls on wings sublime | | | | | | | |
851 | There is a house not made with hands | | | | | | | |
852 | Give me the wings of faith to rise | | | | | | | |
853 | Father, I long, I faint to see | | | | | | | |
854 | “We've no abiding city here” | | | | | | | |
855 | Descend from heaven, Immortal Dove | | | | | | | |
856 | What is life? ’Tis but a vapour | | | | | | | |
857 | With heav'nly weapons I have fought | | | | | | | |
858 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
859 | Come, let us join our friends above | | | | | | | |
860 | From Egypt lately come | | | | | | | |
861 | See! the Captain of salvation | | | | | | | |
862 | Far from these narrow scenes of night | | | | | | | |
863 | Jerusalem the golden! | | | | | | | |
864 | O heavenly Jerusalem | | | | | | | |
865 | Jerusalem on high | | | | | | | |
866 | Jerusalem! my happy home! | | | | | | | |
867 | Jerusalem, my happy home | | | | | | | |
868 | O paradise eternal! | | | | | | | |
869 | Oh for the robes of whiteness! | | | | | | | |
870 | From Thee, my God, my joys shall rise | | | | | | | |
871 | The people of the Lord | | | | | | | |
872 | Earth has engross'd my love too long | | | | | | | |
873 | O happy saints, who dwell in light | | | | | | | |
874 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
875 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
876 | Our journey is a thorny maze | | | | | | | |
877 | Who are these array'd in white | | | | | | | |
878 | Palms of glory, raiment bright | | | | | | | |
879 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
880 | Too long, alas! I vainly sought | | | | | | | |
881 | Look down, my soul, on hell's domains | | | | | | | |
882 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
883 | O where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
884 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
885 | Not to the terrors of the Lord | | | | | | | |
886 | Zion stands by hills surrounded | | | | | | | |
887 | O Jesus Christ, most holy | | | | | | | |
888 | Partners of a glorious hope | | | | | | | |
889 | Happy the souls to Jesus join'd | | | | | | | |
890 | In one fraternal bond of love | | | | | | | |
891 | Lord, we all look up to Thee | | | | | | | |
892 | Blest be the tie that binds | | | | | | | |
893 | Come in, thou blessèd of the Lord! | | | | | | | |
894 | Now we'll render to the Saviour | | | | | | | |
895 | Kindred in Christ, for His dear sake | | | | | | | |
896 | As the sun's enliv'ning eye | | | | | | | |
897 | Lord, Thy church, without a pastor | | | | | | | |
898 | Let Zion's watchmen all awake | | | | | | | |
899 | We bid thee welcome in the name | | | | | | | |
900 | Shall I, for fear of feeble man | | | | | | | |
901 | With heavenly power, O Lord, defend | | | | | | | |
902 | Father of mercies, bow Thine ear | | | | | | | |
903 | O Thou, before whose gracious throne | | | | | | | |
904 | Risen Lord, Thou hast receivèd | | | | | | | |
905 | Safely through another week | | | | | | | |
906 | Another six days' work is done | | | | | | | |
907 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
908 | The festal morn, my God, has come | | | | | | | |
909 | This is the day the Lord hath made | | | | | | | |
910 | Sweet is the task, O Lord | | | | | | | |
911 | Bless'd morning, whose young dawning rays | | | | | | | |
912 | Lord of the Sabbath, hear our vows | | | | | | | |
913 | Awake, our drowsy souls | | | | | | | |
914 | Hail, ye days of solemn meeting! | | | | | | | |
915 | In Thy name, O Lord, assembling | | | | | | | |
916 | To Thy temple I repair | | | | | | | |
917 | My Lord, my love, was crucified | | | | | | | |
918 | The light of Sabbath eve | | | | | | | |
919 | Holy Father! whom we praise | | | | | | | |
920 | Ere another Sabbath close | | | | | | | |
921 | Around Thy grave, Lord Jesus! | | | | | | | |
922 | Come, happy souls, adore the Lamb | | | | | | | |
923 | Come, ye who bow to sov'reign grace | | | | | | | |
924 | O Lord! Whilst we confess the worth | | | | | | | |
925 | Buried beneath the yielding wave | | | | | | | |
926 | Hearken, ye children of your God | | | | | | | |
927 | Dear Lord, and will Thy pard'ning love | | | | | | | |
928 | In all my Lord's appointed ways | | | | | | | |
929 | Lord, in humble, sweet submission | | | | | | | |
930 | Jesus, mighty King in Zion! | | | | | | | |