# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
580 | In expectation sweet | | | | | | | |
581 | And let this feeble body fail | | | | | | | |
582 | Why do we mourn for dying friends | | | | | | | |
583 | Calm on the bosom of Thy God | | | | | | | |
584 | Earth, with its dark and dreadful ills | | | | | | | |
585 | Another hand is beckoning us | | | | | | | |
586 | We lay thee in the silent tomb | | | | | | | |
587 | When the last trumpet's awful voice | | | | | | | |
588 | I would not live alway; I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
589 | When on the brink of death | | | | | | | |
590 | Only waiting, till the shadows | | | | | | | |
591 | Happy soul, thy days are ended | | | | | | | |
592 | Forever with the Lord! | | | | | | | |
593 | Jesus, while our hearts are bleeding | | | | | | | |
594 | Shed not a tear o'er your friend's early bier | | | | | | | |
595 | Friend after friend departs | | | | | | | |
596 | Go to thy rest, dear child! | | | | | | | |
597 | Soon will the Judge descend | | | | | | | |
598 | Thou Judge of quick and dead | | | | | | | |
599 | The Lord will come, the earth shall quake | | | | | | | |
600 | When a few swiftly fleeting years | | | | | | | |
601 | Soon must I be to judgment brought | | | | | | | |
602 | I will sing you a song of that beautiful land | | | | | | | |
603 | There is a happy land | | | | | | | |
604 | As distant lands behold the sea | | | | | | | |
605 | Shall we sing in heaven forever | | | | | | | |
606 | In the Christian's home in glory | | | | | | | |
607 | Jerusalem the golden | | | | | | | |
608 | Hark, hark, my soul! angelic songs are swelling | | | | | | | |
609 | My heavenly home is bright and fair | | | | | | | |
610 | There is a land mine eye hath seen | | | | | | | |
611 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
612 | There is a house not made with hands | | | | | | | |
613 | There is a fold whence none can stray | | | | | | | |
614 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
615 | Give me the wings of faith to rise | | | | | | | |
616 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
617 | Jerusalem, my happy home | | | | | | | |
618 | Far from these narrow scenes of night | | | | | | | |
619 | O land of rest, for thee I sigh | | | | | | | |
620 | I have a home above | | | | | | | |
621 | Come sing to me of heaven | | | | | | | |
622 | There is no night in heaven | | | | | | | |
623 | Ten thousand times ten thousand | | | | | | | |
624 | I'm but a stranger here | | | | | | | |
625 | There's a land that is fairer than day | | | | | | | |
626 | Come, all ye saints, to Pisgah's mountain | | | | | | | |
627 | Who are these arrayed in white | | | | | | | |
628 | There is a blessed home | | | | | | | |
629 | 'Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
630 | Beyond the smiling and the weeping | | | | | | | |
631 | Holy! Holy! Holy! Lord God of Sabaoth! | | | | | | | |
632 | Lord, have mercy upon us, and incline our hearts to keep Thy law | | | | | | | |
633 | Glory be to God on high and on earth peace, good will towards men | | | | | | | |
634 | Praise the Lord, O my soul, and all that is within me praise His holy Name | | | | | | | |
635 | O come, let us sing unto the Lord Let us heartily rejoice in the strength of our salvation | | | | | | | |
636 | Our father, Who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name | | | | | | | |
637 | My God, my Father, while I stray | | | | | | | |
638 | We praise Thee, O God we acknowledge Thee to be the Lord | | | | | | | |
639 | Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine! | | | | | | | |
640 | There's a very sweet song in the depths of my soul | | | | | | | |
641 | All praise to Him Who reigns above | | | | | | | |
642 | From these Pisgah heights returning | | | | | | | |
643 | When we walk with the Lord | | | | | | | |
644 | Far away in the depths of my spirit tonight | | | | | | | |
645 | We are little soldiers, marching as to war | | | | | | | |
646 | 'Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus | | | | | | | |
647 | Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling | | | | | | | |
648 | Jesus, I come to Thee for light | | | | | | | |
649 | At the sounding of the trumpet when the saints are gathered home | | | | | | | |
650 | I can hear my Saviour calling | | | | | | | |
651 | There's a royal banner given for display | | | | | | | |
652 | As lives the flower within the seed | | | | | | | |
653 | Nearer the cross! my heart can say | | | | | | | |
654 | My Father is rich in houses and lands | | | | | | | |
655 | There is joy in heaven where the angels dwell | | | | | | | |
656 | Down at the cross where my Saviour died | | | | | | | |
657 | When the trumpet of the Lord shall sound, and time shall be no more | | | | | | | |
658 | My body, soul, and spirit | | | | | | | |
659 | Are you weary, are you heavy hearted? | | | | | | | |
660 | My soul in sad exile was out on life's sea | | | | | | | |
661 | O love surpassing knowledge! | | | | | | | |
662 | Have you been to Jesus for the cleansing power? | | | | | | | |
663 | O spread the tidings round, wherever man is found | | | | | | | |
664 | My life, my love I give to Thee | | | | | | | |
665 | The prize is set before us | | | | | | | |
666 | Work, for the night is coming | | | | | | | |
667 | Night had fallen on the city | | | | | | | |
668 | We are never, never weary of the grand old song | | | | | | | |
669 | There comes to my heart one sweet strain | | | | | | | |
670 | O blessed moments, richly sweet | | | | | | | |
671 | Jesus is pleading with my poor soul | | | | | | | |
672 | What have I done to show my love | | | | | | | |
673 | We are traveling to a better land | | | | | | | |
674 | I am dwelling on the mountain | | | | | | | |
675 | There's a wideness in God's mercy | | | | | | | |
676 | Behold, what love, what boundless love | | | | | | | |
677 | God be with you till we meet again | | | | | | | |
678 | Come, sinners to the Living One | | | | | | | |
679 | There's a great day coming | | | | | | | |