# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
169[291] | Blest be the tie that binds | | | | | | | |
169[292] | O could I find from day to day | | | | | | | |
169[293] | O happy day that fix'd my choice | | | | | | | |
170 | Tell me the old, old story | | | | | | | |
171 | I love to tell the story | | | | | | | |
172 | Angry words! Oh let them never | | | | | | | |
173 | Yield not to temptation | | | | | | | |
174 | Thro' the new Jerusalem | | | | | | | |
175 | Dear Father in heaven | | | | | | | |
176a | We are on our journey home | | | | | | | |
176b | O land of rest for thee I sigh | | | | | | | |
177 | I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger | | | | | | | |
178 | Hark! hark, my soul; Angelic songs are swelling | | | | | | | |
179 | 'Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
180 | "Land ahead!" its fruits are waving | | | | | | | |
181 | Ev'ry morn the rosy sun rises | | | | | | | |
182 | Mansions are prepared above | | | | | | | |
183 | When, my journey past | | | | | | | |
184 | Shall we meet in heaven, shall we meet in heaven | | | | | | | |
185 | O Paradise! O Paradise! | | | | | | | |
186 | Shall we gather at the river | | | | | | | |
187 | There's a land that is fairer than day | | | | | | | |
188a | Tranquil and peaceful is the path to heaven | | | | | | | |
188b | O holy Saviour! Friend unseen | | | | | | | |
189 | Breaking thro' the clouds that gather | | | | | | | |
190 | The sands of time are wasting | | | | | | | |
191[317] | In the far celestial land | | | | | | | |
191[318] | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
191[319] | No mortal eye that land hath seen | | | | | | | |
191[320] | We are out on the ocean sailing | | | | | | | |
192 | Beautiful Eden, refuge of peace | | | | | | | |
193[322] | Shall we sing in heaven for ever | | | | | | | |
193[323] | In the Christian's home in glory | | | | | | | |
193[324] | How pleasant thus to dwell below | | | | | | | |
193[325] | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
194 | I am far from my hame and I'm weary oftenwhiles | | | | | | | |
195[327] | How sweet will be the welcome home | | | | | | | |
195[328] | Whither, pilgrims, are you going | | | | | | | |
195[329] | Traveler, whither art thou going | | | | | | | |
195[330] | A beautiful land by faith I see | | | | | | | |
196 | Going home, yes, going, home! | | | | | | | |
197[332] | When shall we meet again | | | | | | | |
197[333] | We are going, we are going | | | | | | | |
197[334] | Beautiful Zion built above | | | | | | | |
197[335] | Gathered by the Crystal River | | | | | | | |
198 | Beyond the smiling and the weeping | | | | | | | |
199[337] | There is a holy city | | | | | | | |
199[338] | There's a beautiful home for thee, Mother | | | | | | | |
199[339] | Parents and children there will part | | | | | | | |
199[340] | Say, Brothers, will you meet us | | | | | | | |
200 | Jerusalem, the golden! | | | | | | | |
201[342] | Around the throne of God in heaven | | | | | | | |
201[343] | 'Tis sweet to think, as night comes on | | | | | | | |
201[344] | "For ever with the Lord!" | | | | | | | |
201[345] | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
201[346] | And may I still get there? | | | | | | | |
202 | Shall we anchor in the harbor | | | | | | | |
203[348] | Ye weary, heavy-laden souls | | | | | | | |
203[349] | We're trav'ling home to heaven above | | | | | | | |
203[350] | Far from these scenes of night | | | | | | | |
203[351] | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
204 | We shall meet beyond the river | | | | | | | |
205[353] | Jerusalem, my happy home | | | | | | | |
205[354] | There is a happy land | | | | | | | |
205[355] | Who are these in bright array | | | | | | | |
205[356] | I'm but a stranger here | | | | | | | |
206 | Good night, good night; it is morning now | | | | | | | |
207a | Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep! | | | | | | | |
207b | So fades the lovely, blooming flower | | | | | | | |
208a | Though love may weep with breaking heart | | | | | | | |
208b | Another hand is beckoning us | | | | | | | |
209a | Silently the shades of evening | | | | | | | |
209b | I'm thinking of my sins | | | | | | | |
210 | Strains of music often greet me | [Strains of music often greet me] | | | | | | |
211 | Sweet Sabbath school! more dear to me | [Sweet Sabbath School! more dear to me] | | | | | | |
212 | Praise God, from whom all blessings flow | | | | | | | |
214 | Loud swell in choral numbers | | | | | | | |
215 | Coming, coming, we are coming | | | | | | | |
216a | My God! is any hour so sweet | | | | | | | |
216b | Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer! | | | | | | | |
217 | Saviour, again to Thy dear Name we raise | | | | | | | |
218 | Saviour, more than life to me | | | | | | | |
219[374] | Awake, my soul, and with the sun | | | | | | | |
219[375] | Lord! in the morning Thou shalt hear | | | | | | | |
219[376] | Safely thro' another week | | | | | | | |
219[377] | Blessed Saviour, watch us, guard us | | | | | | | |
219[378] | Lord, dismiss us with Thy blessing | | | | | | | |
220 | Another fleeting day is gone | | | | | | | |
220[380] | Glory to Thee, my God, this night | | | | | | | |
220[381] | Softly now the light of day | | | | | | | |