# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
a300 | Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep! | | | | | | | |
a301 | Oft as the bell, with solemn toll | | | | | | | |
a302 | Why should we start, and fear to die? | | | | | | | |
a303 | Sister, thou was mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
a304 | We lay thee in the silent tomb | | | | | | | |
a305 | A mourning class, a vacant seat | | | | | | | |
a306 | Death has been here, and borne away | | | | | | | |
a307 | Peaceful be thy silent slumber | | | | | | | |
a308 | Where we oft have met in gladness | | | | | | | |
a309 | I know thou art gone to the home of thy rest | | | | | | | |
a310 | Thou art gone to the grave, but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
a311 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
a312 | Day of judgment, day of wonders! | | | | | | | |
a313 | And will the Judge descend? | | | | | | | |
a314 | Lo! he comes, with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
a315 | When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come | | | | | | | |
a316 | Oh, there will be mourning | | | | | | | |
a317 | There is a glorious world of light | | | | | | | |
a318 | Beautiful Zion, built above | | | | | | | |
a319 | My Saviour has gone to prepare | | | | | | | |
a320 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
a321 | Come, let us sing of heaven above | | | | | | | |
a322 | Heavenly home! heavenly home! precious name to me! | | | | | | | |
a323 | When beautiful flowers impart their perfume | | | | | | | |
a324 | Come, sing to me of heaven | | | | | | | |
a325 | My rest is in heaven, my rest is not here | | | | | | | |
a326 | There is a land above | | | | | | | |
a327 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
a328 | I'm a lonely traveller here | | | | | | | |
a329 | I would not live alway; I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
a330 | I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger | | | | | | | |
a331 | We're marching to the promised land | | | | | | | |
a332 | In the Christian's home in glory | | | | | | | |
a333 | One sweetly solemn thought | | | | | | | |
a334 | Jerusalem, my happy home! | | | | | | | |
a335 | Who are these in bright array? | | | | | | | |
a336 | Around the throne of God in heaven | | | | | | | |
a337 | I'm but a traveller here | | | | | | | |
a338 | There is a happy land | | | | | | | |
a339 | I want to be an angel | | | | | | | |
a340 | I have a Father in the promised land | | | | | | | |
a341 | Joyfully, joyfully, onward we move | | | | | | | |
a342 | We're bound for the land of the pure and the holy | | | | | | | |
a343 | Come, children, let us sweetly sing | | | | | | | |
a344 | Ye angels, who stand round the throne | | | | | | | |
a345 | A crown of glory bright | | | | | | | |
a346 | Give me the wings of faith, to rise | | | | | | | |
a347 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
a348 | 'Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
a349 | How pleasant thus to dwell below | | | | | | | |
a350 | Here we suffer grief and pain | | | | | | | |
a351 | Here we meet to part again | | | | | | | |
a352 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
a353 | Hark! ten thousand harps and voices | | | | | | | |
a354 | Shout the tidings of salvation | | | | | | | |
a355 | Wake the song of jubilee | | | | | | | |
a356 | We meet for evening prayer | | | | | | | |
a357 | O'er the gloomy hills of darkness | | | | | | | |
a358 | Blow ye the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
a359 | Yes! we trust the day is breaking | | | | | | | |
a360 | On the mountain's top appearing | | | | | | | |
a361 | The morning light is breaking | | | | | | | |
a362 | Hasten, Lord, the glorious time | | | | | | | |
a363 | To our dear Sabbath-school there ought many to come | | | | | | | |
a364 | When shall the voice of singing | | | | | | | |
a365 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
a366 | Preserved by thine almighty power | | | | | | | |
a367 | The Sunday-school army has gather'd once more | | | | | | | |
a368 | Come, join our celebration | | | | | | | |
a369 | To-day we come with singing | | | | | | | |
a370 | We come, we come, in joyous train | | | | | | | |
a371 | Happy, happy, meet we here | | | | | | | |
a372 | Joyful, joyful, joyful be our numbers! | | | | | | | |
a373 | Days and weeks and months, returning | | | | | | | |
a374 | Come, children, raise your voices high | | | | | | | |
a375 | Precious Saviour! of Salvation | | | | | | | |
a376 | We lift our voices | | | | | | | |
a377 | We bring no glittering treasures | | | | | | | |
a378 | Come, little soldiers, join in our band | | | | | | | |
a379 | To thee, O blessed Saviour | | | | | | | |
a380 | Thanks to our heavenly Father | | | | | | | |
a381 | Hosannas were by children sung | | | | | | | |
a382 | Little children, can you tell | | | | | | | |
a383 | There is no name so sweet on earth | | | | | | | |
a384 | The sun that lights the world shall fade | | | | | | | |
a385 | While, with ceaseless course the sun | | | | | | | |
a386 | Say, brothers, will you meet us | | | | | | | |
a387 | When shall we meet again? | | | | | | | |
a388 | Glory to thee, my God, this night | | | | | | | |
a389 | I ought to love my mother | | | | | | | |
a390 | To do to others as I would | | | | | | | |
a391 | My country, 'tis of thee | | | | | | | |
a392 | Kind words can never die | | | | | | | |
a393 | When through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming | | | | | | | |
a394 | We all love one another | | | | | | | |
a395 | Mary to the Saviour's tomb | | | | | | | |
a396 | Life's rosy morn her golden light | | | | | | | |
a397 | O thou before whose gracious throne | | | | | | | |
a398 | Ere on my bed my limbs I lay | | | | | | | |
a399 | Now I lay me down to sleep | | | | | | | |