# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
1201 | O for the death of those | | | | | | | |
1202 | How swiftly the torrent rolls | | | | | | | |
1203 | It is not death to die | | | | | | | |
1204 | A few more years shall roll | | | | | | | |
1205 | Rest for the toiling hand | | | | | | | |
1206 | I would not live alway [always], I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
1207 | For what shall I praise thee | | | | | | | |
1208 | Go to the grave in all thy glorious prime | | | | | | | |
1209 | Often at evening comes a glowing thought | | | | | | | |
1210 | This place is holy ground | | | | | | | |
1211 | Friend after friend departs | | | | | | | |
1212 | Brother, though from yonder sky | | | | | | | |
1213 | Palms of glory, raiment bright | | | | | | | |
1214 | Hark! a voice divides the sky | | | | | | | |
1215 | Jesus, while our hearts are bleeding | | | | | | | |
1216 | Tarry with me, O my Savior | | | | | | | |
1217 | Cease, ye [you] mourners, cease to languish | | | | | | | |
1218 | See the leaves around us [you] falling | | | | | | | |
1219 | Ready now to spread my pinions | | | | | | | |
1220 | Sister, thou wast [wert] mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
1221 | The voice of free grace cries escape | | | | | | | |
1222 | Thou art gone to the grave but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
1223 | No, no, it is not dying | | | | | | | |
1224 | Jesus lives, no longer now | | | | | | | |
1225 | There is a calm for those who [that] weep | | | | | | | |
1226 | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
1227 | One [A] sweetly [sweet] solemn thought comes to me o'er and o'er | | | | | | | |
1228 | How vain is all beneath the skies [sky] | | | | | | | |
1229 | Morning breaks upon the tomb | | | | | | | |
1230 | What is life, 'tis but [all] a vapor | | | | | | | |
1231 | O thou whose gently chastening hand | | | | | | | |
1232 | Behold the western evening light | | | | | | | |
1233 | Beneath our feet and o'er our head | | | | | | | |
1234 | There is an hour, when I must part With all I hold most dear | | | | | | | |
1235 | Day of anger that dread day | | | | | | | |
1236 | In the sun, and moon, and stars | | | | | | | |
1237 | Earth is past [passed] away and gone | | | | | | | |
1238 | Behold, the day is come, The righteous judge is near | | | | | | | |
1239 | And will the Judge descend [ascend] | | | | | | | |
1240 | Eternity, Eternity, How long art thou, eternity, and yet | | | | | | | |
1241 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
1242 | Day of judgment, day of wonders | | | | | | | |
1243 | Lo the mighty God appearing | | | | | | | |
1244 | See, the eternal Judge descending | | | | | | | |
1245 | Lo he cometh countless trumpets | | | | | | | |
1246 | Lo he comes with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
1247 | Great God, what do I [we] see and hear | | | | | | | |
1248 | When my last hour is close at hand And I must | | | | | | | |
1249 | The last loud trumpet's wondrous sound | | | | | | | |
1250 | The [That] day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven | | | | | | | |
1251 | The Lord shall [will] come, the earth shall [will] quake | | | | | | | |
1252 | O for a sweet, inspiring ray | | | | | | | |
1253 | Now let our souls, on wings sublime | | | | | | | |
1254 | Lo round the throne a glorious band | | | | | | | |
1255 | Hark! how the choral song of heaven | | | | | | | |
1256 | Lord, thou wilt bring the joyful day | | | | | | | |
1257 | O, for a sight, a pleasing [pleasant] [blissful] sight | | | | | | | |
1258 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
1259 | Give me the wings of faith to rise | | | | | | | |
1260 | Father, I long, I faint to see The place of thine abode | | | | | | | |
1261 | On Jordan's rugged banks I stand | | | | | | | |
1262 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
1263 | There, on a high, majestic throne | | | | | | | |
1264 | O mother dear, Jerusalem | | | | | | | |
1265 | The roseate hues of early dawn | | | | | | | |
1266 | My feet are weary with the march | | | | | | | |
1267 | There is a house not made with [by] hands, Eternal | | | | | | | |
1268 | While through this changing world we [I] roam | | | | | | | |
1269 | In vain my [the] fancy strives to paint The moment after death | | | | | | | |
1270 | I have a home above, from sin and sorrow free | | | | | | | |
1271 | From Egypt's bondage come [came] | | | | | | | |
1272 | Far from my heavenly home | | | | | | | |
1273 | There is no night in heaven, in that blest world | | | | | | | |
1274 | And is there, Lord, a rest | | | | | | | |
1275 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
1276 | Time is winging us away | | | | | | | |
1277 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
1278 | O [Sweet] land for [of] rest for thee I sigh | | | | | | | |
1279 | Ah this heart is void and chill | | | | | | | |
1280 | In the Christian's home in [of] glory | | | | | | | |
1281 | I'm but a stranger [traveler] here, heaven is my home | | | | | | | |
1282 | We are on our journey home, Where Christ our Lord | | | | | | | |
1283 | I'm a pilgrim and I'm a stranger, I can tarry | | | | | | | |
1284 | Who are these [those] in bright [fair] array | | | | | | | |
1285 | High in yonder realms of light | | | | | | | |
1286 | Jerusalem, the glorious, the glory of the elect | | | | | | | |
1287 | Rejoice, rejoice, believers, and let your light | | | | | | | |
1288 | For thee, O dear, dear country | | | | | | | |
1289 | No seas again shall sever | | | | | | | |
1290 | Lo the seal of death is breaking | | | | | | | |
1291 | Lo what a glorious sight appears | | | | | | | |
1292 | Jerusalem, my happy home, name ever dear to me | | | | | | | |
1293 | Come up hither; come away | | | | | | | |
1294 | A light streams downward from the sky | | | | | | | |
1295 | Let me be with thee where thou art | | | | | | | |
1296 | As when the [a] weary traveler gains | | | | | | | |
1297 | See the ransomed millions stand | | | | | | | |
1298 | Beautiful Zion, built above; Beautiful city that I love | | | | | | | |
1299 | This is not my [a] place of resting | | | | | | | |
1300 | Great Redeemer, Friend of sinners | | | | | | | |