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3 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
4 | From every stormy wind [sense] that blows | | | | | | | |
5 | O Jesus, full of truth and grace | | | | | | | |
6 | Go, when the morning shineth | | | | | | | |
8 | How sweet to leave the world awhile | | | | | | | |
9 | Pilgrim, is thy journey drear | | | | | | | |
10 | Pilgrim and stranger, sadly I roam | | | | | | | |
12 | Prayer may be sweet in cottage homes | | | | | | | |
13 | Come, ye [you] [we] that [who] love the Lord [Christ], And let your [our] joys | | | | | | | |
14 | The people are gathering from near and far | | | | | | | |
16 | O there's music in heaven, soft music | | | | | | | |
19 | Now come and seek the Lord | | | | | | | |
20 | We are out on the ocean sailing | | | | | | | |
21 | Ye valiant soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
22 | I ought to love my Savior, no earthly friend | | | | | | | |
24 | Ah this heart is void and chill | | | | | | | |
25 | I'm a lonely traveler here | | | | | | | |
26 | Rise up, my soul, and view the plains | | | | | | | |
28 | 'Tis a blessed thought to know | | | | | | | |
30 | We know not what's before us | | | | | | | |
31 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
32 | Morn of Zion's glory | | | | | | | |
33 | The God of love will sure indulge | | | | | | | |
34 | Spread, my soul, thy golden pinions | | | | | | | |
35 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
36 | How often I am weary | | | | | | | |
38 | Through the love of God [Christ] [Jesus] our Father [Savior] | | | | | | | |
39 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
40 | Peace, troubled soul, whose [thy] plaintive moan | | | | | | | |
41 | Come hither, all ye [you] weary souls | | | | | | | |
42 | There is a land, a peaceful land | | | | | | | |
44 | Shall we sing in heaven forever | | | | | | | |
46 | There's a light in the window for thee, brother | | | | | | | |
48 | Let worldly minds the world pursue | | | | | | | |
50 | Speed away, speed away, happy soul of the blest | | | | | | | |
52 | Softly fades the twilight ray | | | | | | | |
53 | Soft and holy is the place | | | | | | | |
53b | Lord, we come before thee now | | | | | | | |
54 | Cheerfully, cheerfully onward we move | | | | | | | |
56 | In the Christian's home in [of] glory | | | | | | | |
57 | Let me go where tears and sighing | | | | | | | |
58 | I have some friends before me gone | | | | | | | |
59 | 'Tis by the faith of joys to come | | | | | | | |
60 | By faith I view my Savior dying | | | | | | | |
61 | With tearful eyes I look around | | | | | | | |
62 | Ye soldiers of the cross, rise, and put your armor on | | | | | | | |
64 | No night shall be in heaven, no gathering gloom | | | | | | | |
66 | Firmly, brethren, firmly stand | | | | | | | |
67 | Angels are hovering round | | | | | | | |
68 | Let me go where saints are going | | | | | | | |
69 | Say, earthly pilgrim, why delay | | | | | | | |
71 | Farewell, beloved friends, thime passes swiftly | | | | | | | |
72 | Hark, sinner, while God from on high doth entreat thee | | | | | | | |
74 | Jesus, my [mine] [our] all, to heaven is [has] gone | | | | | | | |
75 | Lord, I hear of [that] [the] showers of blessing | | | | | | | |
76 | Though the days are dark with trouble | | | | | | | |
77 | O Lord, I [we] would delight in thee | | | | | | | |
78 | Jesus, let thy pitying eye | | | | | | | |
80 | O give me a harp on the bright hills of glory | | | | | | | |
81 | When waves of trouble [sorrow] round me swell | | | | | | | |
82 | O what shall I do to be saved from the sorrows | | | | | | | |
83 | I'm but a stranger [traveler] here, heaven is my home | | | | | | | |
84 | Forever with the Lord [our God], amen, so let it be | | | | | | | |
86 | Take thy cross and follow me | | | | | | | |
87 | Lord, I believe; Thy power I own | | | | | | | |
88 | We are bound for Canaan's happy land | | | | | | | |
89 | Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
90 | O [Sweet] land for [of] rest for thee I sigh | | | | | | | |
91 | A crown of glory bright | | | | | | | |
92 | A pilgrim and a stranger here | | | | | | | |
94 | Soft the gently breathing notes | | | | | | | |
95 | The gospel ship is sailing, sailing, sailing | | | | | | | |
96 | We are joyously voyaging | | | | | | | |
97 | Once more, my soul, the rising day salutes thy waking eyes | | | | | | | |
98 | Through a strange country as pilgrims we stray | | | | | | | |
99 | Love sounds in her sighs | | | | | | | |
100 | When we hear the music ringing in [through] the bright | | | | | | | |
102 | A beautiful land by faith I see | | | | | | | |
103 | Our beautiful flag, O now we see | | | | | | | |
104 | The storms of earth will vanish | | | | | | | |
105 | O we're a band of brethren dear, I belong to this band, Hallelujah | | | | | | | |
106 | Watchman, tell me, does the morning | [Watchman, tell me, does the morning] | | | | | | |
108 | Come brethren, don't grow weary | | | | | | | |
109 | Just as I am, without one plea | | | | | | | |
110 | Christian, the morn breaks sweetly [gently] o'er thee | | | | | | | |
112 | O sing to me of heaven When I am called to die | | | | | | | |
113 | Beautiful Zion, built above; Beautiful city that I love | | | | | | | |
114 | Lift your heads with faith | | | | | | | |
116 | There is no name so sweet on earth, No name so sweet in heaven | | | | | | | |
117 | Where Babel's drooping willows stood | | | | | | | |
118 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
119 | My soul, repeat His praise Whose mercies are so | | | | | | | |
119b | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
120 | The Christian loves oft by still waters to roam | | | | | | | |
122 | A little child lay dying as the sunset hour | | | | | | | |
124 | A little ship was on the sea | | | | | | | |
125 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |