# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
901 | The God of harvest praise | | | | | | | |
902 | Great God, as seasons disappear | | | | | | | |
903 | Praise, O praise our God and King | | | | | | | |
904 | Great God, we sing that mighty hand | | | | | | | |
905 | Remark my soul [with awe] the narrow bounds | | | | | | | |
906 | Come, let us anew our journey pursue | | | | | | | |
907 | Our Helper, God, we bless his [thy] name | | | | | | | |
908 | Now, gracious Lord, thine [thy] arm reveal | | | | | | | |
909 | While, with ceaseless course, the sun | | | | | | | |
910 | Thanksgiving, and the voice of melody | | | | | | | |
911 | And now, my soul another year | | | | | | | |
912 | For a season called to part | | | | | | | |
913 | Brothers, clasp hands, the brief moments are flying | | | | | | | |
914 | Shall we gather at [by] the river, Where bright angel feet have trod | | | | | | | |
915 | When shall we meet again? | | | | | | | |
916 | Ere mountains reared their forms sublime | | | | | | | |
917 | Thee we adore, eternal name, And humbly | | | | | | | |
918 | As flows the rapid river | | | | | | | |
919 | Teach me the measure of my days | | | | | | | |
920 | How short and hasty is our life | | | | | | | |
921 | Through every age, eternal God | | | | | | | |
922 | Beneath our feet and o'er our head | | | | | | | |
923 | Time is winging us away | | | | | | | |
924 | One [A] sweetly [sweet] solemn thought comes to me o'er and o'er | | | | | | | |
925 | And let this feeble body fail | | | | | | | |
926 | Sweet land of rest, for thee I sigh | | | | | | | |
927 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
928 | I would not live alway [always], I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
929 | How blest the righteous when he dies | | | | | | | |
930 | The hour of my departure's come | | | | | | | |
931 | Why should we start and fear to die | | | | | | | |
932 | God of my life, through all its [my] days | | | | | | | |
933 | O for an overcoming faith | | | | | | | |
934 | If I must die, O, let me die, With hope | | | | | | | |
935 | Death cannot make our souls afraid, If God be with us there | | | | | | | |
936 | O for the death of those | | | | | | | |
937 | Friend after friend departs | | | | | | | |
938 | Come, let us join our friends above | | | | | | | |
939 | Dear as thou wast [wert] and justly dear, We will not weep for thee | | | | | | | |
940 | Why do we [ye] [you] mourn departing [departed] [for dying] friends | | | | | | | |
941 | Unvail [Unveil] thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
942 | Servant of God, well done, rest | | | | | | | |
943 | Brother, though from yonder sky | | | | | | | |
944 | Thou art gone to the grave but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
945 | Go to the grave in all thy glorious prime | | | | | | | |
946 | Brother, thou art gone to rest | | | | | | | |
947 | Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims | | | | | | | |
948 | Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
949 | So fades the lovely, blooming flower [flowers] | | | | | | | |
950 | Cease, ye [you] mourners, cease to languish | | | | | | | |
951 | Sister, thou wast [wert] mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
952 | And must this body die | | | | | | | |
953 | Earth to earth and dust to dust, Lord, we own the sentence just | | | | | | | |
954 | Through sorrow's night and danger's path [way] [road] | | | | | | | |
955 | The Lord shall [will] come, the earth shall [will] quake | | | | | | | |
956 | Day of judgment, day of wonders | | | | | | | |
957 | When downward to the darksome tomb | | | | | | | |
958 | Lo he comes with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
959 | The [That] day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven | | | | | | | |
960 | Waked by the trumpet's sound | | | | | | | |
961 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
962 | And will the Judge descend [ascend] | | | | | | | |
963 | O [When] thou my righteous Judge shall [shalt] come | | | | | | | |
964 | No room for mirth or trifling here | | | | | | | |
965 | O God, my inmost soul convert | | | | | | | |
966 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
967 | O paradise eternal, what bliss to enter thee | | | | | | | |
968 | Who are these [those] in bright [fair] array | | | | | | | |
969 | There is an hour of hallowed peace | | | | | | | |
970 | These mortal joys, how soon they fade | | | | | | | |
971 | There is a land mine [my] eye [eyes] hath seen | | | | | | | |
972 | Far from the [these] narrow [gloomy] scenes of night [life] | | | | | | | |
973 | No night shall be in heaven, no gathering gloom | | | | | | | |
974 | Forever with the Lord [our God], amen, so let it be | | | | | | | |
975 | Jerusalem, the golden, with milk and honey blest | | | | | | | |
976 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
977 | I have a home above, from sin and sorrow free | | | | | | | |
978 | I'm but a stranger [traveler] here, heaven is my home | | | | | | | |
979 | There is a house not made with hands | | | | | | | |
980 | Beautiful Zion, built above; Beautiful city that I love | | | | | | | |
981 | My heavenly home is bright and fair nor pain nor death | | | | | | | |
982 | Jerusalem, my happy home, name ever dear to me | | | | | | | |
983 | Far from my heavenly home | | | | | | | |
984 | O for the robe [robes] of whiteness, O [And] for the tearless eyes | | | | | | | |
985 | Beyond the smiling and the weeping | | | | | | | |
986 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
987 | A few more years shall roll | | | | | | | |
988 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
989 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
990 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
991 | See the ransomed millions stand | | | | | | | |
992 | Now to the Lord, that [who] makes [made] us know | | | | | | | |
993 | Rejoice, rejoice, believers, and let your light | | | | | | | |
994 | Ye servant [servants] of the Lord, Each in his [your] office waits | | | | | | | |
995 | Light of the lonely pilgrim's heart | | | | | | | |
996 | Lo, what a glorious sight appears | | | | | | | |
997 | Come, Desire of nations, come | | | | | | | |
998 | Come, Lord, and tarry not, bring the long looked for day | | | | | | | |
999 | Till he come, O let the words | | | | | | | |
1000 | To God the Father, God the Son, And God the Spirit | | | | | | | |