# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
100 | Home is not the same | | | | | | | |
101 | We are bravely fighting for Jehovah | | | | | | | |
102 | Working and singing for the Master | | | | | | | |
103 | In the shadows of the sinland | | | | | | | |
104 | I'm happy on the way to gloryland | | | | | | | |
105 | I will meet you in the morning by the bright | | | | | | | |
106 | All ye that bear a heavy burden | | | | | | | |
107 | I am just another wayworn pilgrim | | | | | | | |
108 | Pressing on the way, rejoicing | | | | | | | |
109 | My soul is now saved | | | | | | | |
110 | It seemed I had traveled for ages | | | | | | | |
111 | As I travel through this pilgrim land | | | | | | | |
112 | Dark stormy clouds were overhead | | | | | | | |
113 | God hath not promised skies always blue | | | | | | | |
114 | When cares of life are ended | | | | | | | |
115 | Praise God, from whom all blessings flow | | | | | | | |
116 | I am just a pilgrim in this dreary land | | | | | | | |
117 | How I'd like to wander back | | | | | | | |
118 | We are a band of happy pilgrims | | | | | | | |
119 | We're waiting for a better day | | | | | | | |
120 | Happy in Jesus on my way | | | | | | | |
121 | We'll be going over | | | | | | | |
122 | High above the surging billows | | | | | | | |
123 | There's a land fair and bright | | | | | | | |
124 | King of heaven, the great Commander | | | | | | | |
125 | Pilgrim, be patient, whatever befall | | | | | | | |
126 | There are souls in darkness | | | | | | | |
127 | Closer and closer dear Savior | | | | | | | |
128 | When my work on earth is over | | | | | | | |
129 | Just as I am, without one plea, But [Save] that thy blood | | | | | | | |
130 | There's a day that's bright | | | | | | | |
131 | As you go through life with its toils and strife | | | | | | | |
132 | Keep a song within your soul | | | | | | | |
133 | I'm only on a visit here | | | | | | | |
134 | Sin clouds may gather each day | | | | | | | |
135 | Christ was born in Bethlehem | | | | | | | |
136 | To the home above, led | | | | | | | |
137 | Reach down thy hand, dear Lord | | | | | | | |
138 | You may strive for earthly treasure | | | | | | | |
139 | O friend of mine, why will you | | | | | | | |
140 | What a blessed thought | | | | | | | |
141 | O love surpassing knowledge | | | | | | | |
142 | When the trump of God shall sound and the dead | | | | | | | |
143 | Praising our Lord and King | | | | | | | |
144 | On some cloudless morning we shall hear the trumpet sound | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]