# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
495 | Why should our tears in sorrow flow | | | | | | | |
496 | I would not live alway [always], I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
497 | Thy will be done! In devious way | | | | | | | |
498 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
499 | Wayfarers in the wilderness | | | | | | | |
500 | One [A] sweetly [sweet] solemn thought comes to me o'er and o'er | | | | | | | |
501 | There is no flock, however watched and tended | | | | | | | |
502 | Peace, be still, in this night of sorrow bow | | | | | | | |
503 | Rest, weary pilgrim, thy journey is o'er | | | | | | | |
504 | As fade the stars at morn away | | | | | | | |
505 | Midst sorrow and care | | | | | | | |
506 | O [When] thou my righteous Judge shall [shalt] come | | | | | | | |
507 | Lo on a narrow neck of land | | | | | | | |
508 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
509 | And must I be to judgment brought | | | | | | | |
510 | Jerusalem, the golden, with milk and honey blest | | | | | | | |
511 | For thee, O dear, dear country | | | | | | | |
512 | The sands of time are sinking | | | | | | | |
513 | Jerusalem, the glorious, the glory of the elect | | | | | | | |
514 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
515 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
516 | Jerusalem, my glorious home | | | | | | | |
517 | O think of the home over there, By the side of the river | | | | | | | |
518 | There's a land that is fairer [brighter] than day | | | | | | | |
519 | In the Christian's home in [of] glory | | | | | | | |
520 | This is not my [a] place of resting | | | | | | | |
521 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
522 | My heavenly home is bright and fair nor pain nor death | | | | | | | |
523 | Mid [midst] scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
524 | We shall meet beyond the river, bye and bye | | | | | | | |
525 | I saw a wayworn traveler | | | | | | | |
526 | I will sing you a song of that [a] [the] beautiful | | | | | | | |
527 | Forever with the Lord [our God], amen, so let it be | | | | | | | |
528 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
529 | Shall we gather at [by] the river, Where bright angel feet have trod | | | | | | | |
530 | O I often sit and wonder | | | | | | | |
531 | The evening shades are falling | | | | | | | |
532 | I think, when I read that [the] sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
533 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
534 | God of the universe to thee | | | | | | | |
535 | Arise, O King of grace, arise | | | | | | | |
536 | 'Tis thine alone, Almighty Name, to raise the dead to life | | | | | | | |
537 | Do you slumber in your tent | | | | | | | |
538 | Unfurl the temperance banner and fling it to the breeze | | | | | | | |
539 | From brightest crystal fountain | | | | | | | |
540 | An early temple here we raise | | | | | | | |
541 | Lord, while for all mankind we pray | | | | | | | |
542 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
543 | God bless our native land, Firm may she | | | | | | | |
544 | Lord, from thy blessed throne | | | | | | | |
545 | Wake, wake the song, our glad jubilee | | | | | | | |
546 | Praise to God, immortal praise | | | | | | | |
547 | Rocked in the cradle of the deep | | | | | | | |
548 | Come, let us anew our journey pursue, Roll round | | | | | | | |