# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | A beautiful land by faith I see | | | | | | | |
d2 | A home in heaven, what a joyful thought | | | | | | | |
d3 | A pilgrim and a stranger here | | | | | | | |
d4 | All radiant in sunshine, and fair as life's morning | | | | | | | |
d5 | Amid the hours that quickly fly | | | | | | | |
d6 | And may I still get there | | | | | | | |
d7 | Around the throne of God in heaven, thousands | | | | | | | |
d8 | Beautiful cross by faith I see | | | | | | | |
d9 | Beautiful ground on which we tread | | | | | | | |
d10 | Beautiful Zion, built above; Beautiful city that I love | | | | | | | |
d11 | Beyond life's raging fever | | | | | | | |
d12 | Childhood like a bubble fair | | | | | | | |
d13 | Children listen to the call | | | | | | | |
d14 | Come, children, and join in our festival song | | | | | | | |
d15 | Come, children, come to God | | | | | | | |
d16 | Come children raise your voices high | | | | | | | |
d17 | Come, let us join our cheerful songs With angels round the throne | | | | | | | |
d18 | Come, ye [you] [we] that [who] love the Lord [Christ], And let your [our] joys | | | | | | | |
d19 | Dear friends, with joy we meet you here | | | | | | | |
d20 | Death can not cause our souls to die | | | | | | | |
d21 | Farewell, brother, deep and lowly | | | | | | | |
d22 | Farewell, we meet no more on this side of heaven | | | | | | | |
d23 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
d24 | Hark, the herald angels sing, glory to the newborn King | | | | | | | |
d25 | Have ye heard of the land of promise | | | | | | | |
d26 | Heaven is the land [place] where trouble cease | | | | | | | |
d27 | Heavenly home, heavenly home, precious name | | | | | | | |
d28 | Here we meet with joy and gladness | | | | | | | |
d29 | How dark were life, with naught to cheer | | | | | | | |
d30 | How I long to be like Jesus | | | | | | | |
d31 | How joyful is the meeting | | | | | | | |
d32 | How pleasant thus to dwell below | | | | | | | |
d33 | How sweet to bless the Lord | | | | | | | |
d34 | I am weary of the cares and toils | | | | | | | |
d35 | I hear you speak of a better land | | | | | | | |
d36 | I lay my sins on Jesus | | | | | | | |
d37 | I love the Sunday school | | | | | | | |
d38 | I would be like an angel | | | | | | | |
d39 | In life's bright morning the tempest we brave | | | | | | | |
d40 | In that world of ancient story | | | | | | | |
d41 | In the Christian's home in [of] glory | | | | | | | |
d42 | Jesus, may all our family band | | | | | | | |
d43 | Jesus, tender Savior, hast thou died for me | | | | | | | |
d44 | Just as thou art, without one trace Of love or joy | | | | | | | |
d45 | Kind words are never lost | | | | | | | |
d46 | Kind words can never die, Cherished and blest | | | | | | | |
d47 | Kind words, kind words, O, who can tell | | | | | | | |
d48 | Lead us, heavenly Father, lead us, o'er | | | | | | | |
d49 | Let us sing of Jesus, let us praise his name | | | | | | | |
d50 | Listen to the teachings | | | | | | | |
d51 | Little drops of water, little grains of sand | | | | | | | |
d52 | Love of God, all love excelling, How can I | | | | | | | |
d53 | Mid [midst] scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
d54 | Morn amid the mountains | | | | | | | |
d55 | Murmur, gentle lyre, through the lonely night | | | | | | | |
d56 | My heavenly home is bright and fair nor pain nor death | | | | | | | |
d57 | My rest [home] is in heaven [Eden], my rest [home] is not here | | | | | | | |
d58 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
d59 | Now we lift our tuneful voices | | | | | | | |
d60 | O for a thousand tongues to sing my great [dear] Redeemer's praise | | | | | | | |
d61 | O grant thy blessing, gracious Lord | | | | | | | |
d62 | O Lord, on this our Sunday school | | | | | | | |
d63 | O praise the Lord, 'tis good to sing | | | | | | | |
d64 | O sing the praises of your Lord | | | | | | | |
d65 | O sing to me of heaven When I am called to die | | | | | | | |
d66 | O there is a river whose fresh waters flow | | | | | | | |
d67 | O there's naught like kind words | | | | | | | |
d68 | O what is life, 'tis like a flower that blossoms and is gone | | | | | | | |
d69 | O'er the dark abodes of sorrow | | | | | | | |
d70 | Oft in danger [sorrow], oft [and] in woe | | | | | | | |
d71 | Only waiting till the shadows | | | | | | | |
d72 | Onward, band victorious | | | | | | | |
d73 | Out on an ocean all boundless we ride | | | | | | | |
d74 | Praise to thee, thou [our] great creator | | | | | | | |
d75 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d76 | Say, have you heart of the sun bright | | | | | | | |
d77 | Seed we are sowing, may it prove | | | | | | | |
d78 | Shall we meet beyond the river, where the surges | | | | | | | |
d79 | Shall we sing in heaven forever | | | | | | | |
d80 | Shed not a tear, o'er your friend's early bier | | | | | | | |
d81 | Since I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d82 | Soldiers on life's battlefield | | | | | | | |
d83 | Speak gently, it is better far | | | | | | | |
d84 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
d85 | Stay, brother, stay, whither going so fast | | | | | | | |
d86 | Tell me, little harebell | | | | | | | |
d87 | Thanks to God for every blessing | | | | | | | |
d88 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d89 | The Sunday school that blessed place | | | | | | | |
d90 | There are gates beyond the tide | | | | | | | |
d91 | There is a glorious world of light | | | | | | | |
d92 | There is a happy home | | | | | | | |
d93 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | | | |
d94 | There is a land, a happy land | | | | | | | |
d95 | There is a world of beauty | | | | | | | |
d96 | There's a rest in the home of the angels | | | | | | | |
d97 | There's music in the upper heaven | | | | | | | |
d98 | To do to others as I would that they should do to me | | | | | | | |
d99 | To the heavenly land, to the heavenly | | | | | | | |
d100 | Touch not the cup, it is death to thy [the] soul | | | | | | | |