# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | A few more years shall roll | | | | | | | |
d2 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
d3 | Ask, and ye shall receive, On this my hope I build | | | | | | | |
d4 | Be not swift to take offense | | | | | | | |
d5 | Bear thy cross cheerfully, brother | | | | | | | |
d6 | Beautiful Zion, built above, beautiful city that I love | | | | | | | |
d7 | Beyond the gladness and the grieving | | | | | | | |
d8 | Blest be the tie that binds our hearts in Christian love | | | | | | | |
d9 | Christian, is thy pathway dreary | | | | | | | |
d10 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
d11 | Far away in the land of the pure and bright | | | | | | | |
d12 | Go and sow beside all water [waters] in the morning of thy youth | | | | | | | |
d13 | Heavenly home, heavenly home, precious name | | | | | | | |
d14 | Here we meet to part again | | | | | | | |
d15 | Holy Bible, book divine, Precious treasure, thou art mine | | | | | | | |
d16 | How dear to me the twilight hour | | | | | | | |
d17 | How happy, happy every child of grace | | | | | | | |
d18 | I dreamed of the [a] land of the pure and bright | | | | | | | |
d19 | I soon shall leave a world where sin | | | | | | | |
d20 | I'm going to be a soldier | | | | | | | |
d21 | Jesus help me, I have striven | | | | | | | |
d22 | Jesus is our King and Savior | | | | | | | |
d23 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
d24 | Lord, we come before thee now | | | | | | | |
d25 | Many children dear to me [us] while here | | | | | | | |
d26 | My faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary | | | | | | | |
d27 | My heavenly home is bright and fair nor pain nor death | | | | | | | |
d28 | My soul be on thy [your] guard | | | | | | | |
d29 | O have you not heard of that realm of delight | | | | | | | |
d30 | O I love to think of Jesus as he sat beside the sea | | | | | | | |
d31 | O'er dark and stormy waters | | | | | | | |
d32 | O'er the hill [hills] the sun is setting | | | | | | | |
d33 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d34 | Round the throne in [of] glory, Happy children | | | | | | | |
d35 | Saints for whom the Savior bled | | | | | | | |
d36 | Sing away, sing away | | | | | | | |
d37 | Tarry with me, O my Savior | | | | | | | |
d38 | Tell me the old, old story of unseen things above | | | | | | | |
d39 | There is a land, a beauteous land | | | | | | | |
d40 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d41 | They are going, only going, Jesus called them | | | | | | | |
d42 | Today the Savior calls, ye wanderers come | | | | | | | |
d43 | We are homeward bound to the land of light [life] and love | | | | | | | |
d44 | We have come rejoicing on this happy day | | | | | | | |
d45 | We have met in love together | | | | | | | |
d46 | We love to think of heaven above | | | | | | | |
d47 | We're going to a happy home, going home, going home | | | | | | | |
d48 | When shall we meet again, Meet ne'er [more] to sever | | | | | | | |
d49 | Who is this that calls, O weary | | | | | | | |
d50 | Would you lay your burden down | | | | | | | |
d51 | Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor Behold a royal feast | | | | | | | |