The Christians' Songster

#	Text	Tune
d101	Star of our hope, he'll soon appear
d102	Tell us, O Christian, we would know
d103	The Christian warrior, see him stand
d104	The clouds at length are breaking
d105	The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear
d106	The friends that flee when trials come
d107	The glories of that heavenly land
d108	The great tremendous day's approaching
d109	The groaning creation doth wait
d110	The groaning earth is too dark and drear
d111	The judgment day is rolling on
d112	The King in his beauty by angels attended
d113	The last lovely morning, all blooming and fair
d114	The Lord shall [will] come, the earth shall [will] quake
d115	The old Isr'lites knew what it was that they must do
d116	The pearl that [the] worldlings covet
d117	The people called Christians
d118	The pleasures of earth I have seen fade away
d119	The pure testimony put [poured] forth in the spirit
d120	The Son of God in glory will descend
d121	The time soon is coming by the prophets foretold
d122	There is a land, a better land than this
d123	There is a world of peace and pleasure
d124	There is a world to come, Blessed and pure
d125	There's a good time coming, it hasteth nigh
d126	Thou hast said, exalted Jesus [Savior]
d127	Though trouble assail us, and dangers affright
d128	Thy word is a lamp to my feet
d129	Together let us sweetly live
d130	Watchman, tell me, does the morning
d131	Watchman, tell us of the night
d132	We are going to Mount Zion, to the city of our God
d133	We are living, we are dwelling In a grand and awful time
d134	We are on a journey home
d135	We shall see the Savior coming
d136	We soon shall gain our Eden
d137	Weary pilgrim, cease thy mourning
d138	Welcome morn of Zion's glory
d139	We're going home, we've had visions bright
d140	We're going to the land
d141	We're waiting still, dear Lord, for thee
d142	We've found the rock, the traveler cries [travelers cried]
d143	We've no abiding city here
d144	What a poor despised company
d145	What vessel are you sailing in
d146	When for [the] eternal [heavenly] world [worlds] I [we] steer
d147	When I can read my title clear
d148	When shall I see the day that ends my woes
d149	When strangers stand and hear me tell
d150	When wild confusion wrecks the air [world]
d151	Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger
d152	Will you go, sinner, go to the highlands of heaven
d153	Ye groaning mortals, lift your heads
d154	Ye who know your sins forgiven
d155	Ye who rose to meet the Lord