# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
578 | I mourn no more my vanished years | | | | | | | |
581 | If I were told that I must die to-morrow | | | | | | | |
583 | O Friend of souls! how blest the time | | | | | | | |
587 | Fling out the banner! Let it float | | | | | | | |
588 | Ten thousand times ten thousand sung | | | | | | | |
589 | Little trav'lers, Zionward | | | | | | | |
590 | Thank God, that towards eternity | | | | | | | |
593 | O Christ, how good and fair | | | | | | | |
594 | Who are these in bright array? | | | | | | | |
595 | Though I walk the downward shade | | | | | | | |
596 | I would not live alway,--live alway below! | | | | | | | |
598 | Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell | | | | | | | |
599 | Therefore, now, a last good-night! | | | | | | | |
600 | My times are in thy hand! | | | | | | | |
602 | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
602b | The sands of time are sinking | | | | | | | |
605 | I'm wearin' awa', Jean | | | | | | | |
606 | Deep on the convent-roof the snows | | | | | | | |
608 | It kindles all my soul | | | | | | | |
608b | There nor waxing moon nor waning | | | | | | | |
610 | I am far frae my hame, an' I'm weary oftenwhiles | | | | | | | |
612 | Safe home, safe home in port! | | | | | | | |
613 | Alleluia! let thy holy sounds of cheerful praises ring | | | | | | | |
615 | High the angel choirs are raising | | | | | | | |
616 | In the Fount of life perennial the parched heart its thirst would slake | | | | | | | |
621 | The world is very evil | | | | | | | |
636 | O mother dear, Jerusalem! | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal has not been proofed - data may be incomplete or incorrect]