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601 | Death cannot make our souls afraid | | | | | | | |
602 | Dear as thou wast, and justly dear | | | | | | | |
603 | Not for the pious dead we weep | | | | | | | |
604 | Go to thy rest, fair child! | | | | | | | |
605 | Servant of God, well done! | | | | | | | |
606 | Our fathers! where are they | | | | | | | |
607 | Oh where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
608 | It is not death to die | | | | | | | |
609 | Far from my heavenly home | | | | | | | |
610 | Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell | | | | | | | |
611 | There is a calm for those who weep | | | | | | | |
612 | Fallen--on Zion's battle-field | | | | | | | |
613 | What though the arm of conquering death | | | | | | | |
614 | O for an overcoming faith | | | | | | | |
615 | Jesus, while our hearts are bleeding | | | | | | | |
616 | Dropping down the troubled river | | | | | | | |
617 | Sister, thou wast mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
618 | What is life? 'tis but a vapor | | | | | | | |
619 | Jesus wept! those tears are over | | | | | | | |
620 | Go to the grave in all thy glorious prime | | | | | | | |
621 | Through cross to crown! and though thy spirit's life | | | | | | | |
622 | Go to thy rest in peace | | | | | | | |
623 | Breathe thoughts of pity o'er a brothers fall | | | | | | | |
624 | The voice of free grace cries,--Escape to the mountain | | | | | | | |
625 | Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
626 | How happy is the pilgrim's lot! | | | | | | | |
627 | When thou, my righteous Judge shalt come | | | | | | | |
628 | Thy mercy heard my infant prayer | | | | | | | |
629 | The Church has waited long | | | | | | | |
630 | In expectation sweet | | | | | | | |
631 | Rest for the toiling hand | | | | | | | |
632 | Lo! he cometh--countless trumpets | | | | | | | |
633 | Lo! he comes, with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
634 | Hark, ye mortals, hear the trumpet | | | | | | | |
635 | There is a land mine eye hath seen | | | | | | | |
636 | Thy Father's house! thine own bright home! | | | | | | | |
637 | On Zion's glorious summit stood | | | | | | | |
638 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
639 | O Saviour, lend a listening ear | | | | | | | |
640 | Blest is the hour when cares depart | | | | | | | |
641 | My latest sun is sinking fast | | | | | | | |
642 | There is an hour of hallow'd peace | | | | | | | |
643 | Thou God of love! beneath thy sheltering wings | | | | | | | |
644 | Weep not for the saint that ascends | | | | | | | |
645 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
646 | O could our tho'ts and wishes fly | COVENTRY | | | | | | |
647 | There is a land, a happy land | COVENTRY | | | | | | |
648 | There is a fold where none can stray | COVENTRY | | | | | | |
649 | We are on our journey home | | | | | | | |
650 | I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger | | | | | | | |
651 | There is a land immortal | | | | | | | |
652 | We have no home but heaven | | | | | | | |
653 | The time for toil is past, and night has come | | | | | | | |
654 | The day is ended. Ere I sink to sleep | | | | | | | |
655 | A crown of glory bright | | | | | | | |
656 | A sweetly solemn tho't | | | | | | | |
657 | My heavenly home is bright and fair | | | | | | | |
658 | Our blest Redeemer, ere he breathed | | | | | | | |
659 | When we hear the music ringing | | | | | | | |
660 | No night shall be in Heaven! no gath'ring gloom | | | | | | | |
661 | Gently, Lord, Oh gently lead us | | | | | | | |
662 | O thou Fount of every blessing! | | | | | | | |
663 | Hear my prayer, O heavenly Father | | | | | | | |
664 | Have you heard, have you heard of that sun-bright clime | | | | | | | |
665 | Beautiful Zion, built above | | | | | | | |
666 | O you immortal throng of angels | CLARKSVILLE | | | | | | |
667 | Lord of the worlds above | | | | | | | |
668 | God of my life, to thee | | | | | | | |
669 | Awake, my soul! and with the sun | | | | | | | |
670 | Forth in thy name, O Lord! I go | | | | | | | |
671 | God of the morning, at whose voice | | | | | | | |
672 | I praise thy name, O God of Light | | | | | | | |
673 | Thus far the Lord has led me on | | | | | | | |
674 | Glory to thee, my God, this night | | | | | | | |
675 | My God, how endless is thy love! | | | | | | | |
676 | New every morning is the love | | | | | | | |
677 | Silently the shades of evening | | | | | | | |
678 | Tarry with me, Oh my Saviour! | | | | | | | |
679 | Saviour! breathe an evening blessing | | | | | | | |
680 | May the grace of Christ our Saviour | | | | | | | |
681 | Jesus, tender Shepherd, hear me | | | | | | | |
682 | Lord, a little band, and lowly | | | | | | | |
683 | Take my heart, Oh Father! mold it | | | | | | | |
684 | See the leaves around us falling | | | | | | | |
685 | We are living, we are dwelling | | | | | | | |
686 | Peace be to this congregation! | | | | | | | |
687 | Softly, now, the light of day | | | | | | | |
688 | Thou that dost my life prolong | | | | | | | |
689 | Now the shades of night are gone | | | | | | | |
690 | For thy mercy and thy grace | | | | | | | |
691 | We are on the ocean sailing | | | | | | | |
692 | Shall we meet beyond the river | | | | | | | |
693 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
694 | She was the music of our home | | | | | | | |
695 | And now, my soul, another year | | | | | | | |
696 | Dear Jesus! ever at my side | | | | | | | |
697 | Think gently of the erring one! | | | | | | | |
698 | Speak gently! it is better far | | | | | | | |
699 | My Father! to thy mercy-seat | | | | | | | |
700 | Only waiting till the shadows | | | | | | | |