# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
401 | I think, when I read that [the] sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
402 | Just as thou art, without one trace Of love or joy | | | | | | | |
403 | Behold! a stranger's at the door | | | | | | | |
404 | I'm but a stranger [traveler] here, heaven is my home | | | | | | | |
405 | Of him who did salvation bring I could for ever think and sing | | | | | | | |
406 | Of him who did salvation bring | | | | | | | |
407 | Of him who did salvation bring | | | | | | | |
408 | What vessel are you sailing in | | | | | | | |
409 | Pilgrims, we are to Canaan bound | | | | | | | |
410 | There's a Friend above all others, O how he loves | | | | | | | |
411 | Jesus loves me, this I know, For the Bible | | | | | | | |
412 | My rest [home] is in heaven [Eden], my rest [home] is not here | | | | | | | |
413 | A crown of glory bright | | | | | | | |
414 | Dear brother, how our early days | | | | | | | |
415 | My span of life will soon be done [o'er] | | | | | | | |
416 | O we're a band of brethren dear, I belong to this band, Hallelujah | | | | | | | |
417 | Jesus sought me when a stranger | | | | | | | |
418 | Singing for Jesus, singing for Jesus | | | | | | | |
419 | In the Christian's home in [of] glory | | | | | | | |
420 | Go on my brethren in the Lord | | | | | | | |
421 | We are pilgrims on the earth, Journeying onward | | | | | | | |
422 | 'Tis religion that can give in the light | | | | | | | |
423 | Whither, pilgrims, are you going | [Whither, pilgrims, are you going] | | | | | | |
424 | How happy is the pilgrim's lot | | | | | | | |
425 | Come friends and neighbors come | | | | | | | |
426 | O that my load of sin were [was] gone | | | | | | | |
427 | How happy is the man who has [hath] chosen wisdom's ways | | | | | | | |
428 | The Christians are gathering from near and from far | | | | | | | |
429 | The voice of wisdom cries [hear] be in time | | | | | | | |
430 | While walking the vale | | | | | | | |
431 | A beautiful land by faith I see | | | | | | | |
432 | The day has come, the joyful day, At last the day has come | | | | | | | |
434 | There's a cry from Macedonia | | | | | | | |
435 | Out on an ocean all boundless we ride | | | | | | | |
436 | O have you not heard of that realm of delight | | | | | | | |
437 | When shall we meet again | | | | | | | |
438 | Hearken ye sprightly and attend ye gay [vain] ones | | | | | | | |
439 | What to me are earth's pleasures | | | | | | | |
440 | From the recesses of a lowly spirit | | | | | | | |
441 | Hark, the gospel trumpet sounding, Hear its echo | | | | | | | |
442 | There is a land of pleasure, Where streams of joy forever roll | | | | | | | |
443 | Alas! and did my Saviour bleed | | | | | | | |
444 | O give me a harp on the bright hills of glory | | | | | | | |
445 | I'm glad that I am [was] born to die, From grief and woe | | | | | | | |
446 | O what are you going to do, brother | | | | | | | |
447 | Had I the gift of tongues | | | | | | | |
448 | O the songs I love to sing | | | | | | | |
449 | Lift me higher, lift me higher | | | | | | | |
450 | I'm a pilgrim and I'm a stranger, I can tarry | | | | | | | |
451 | Eternal Power, whose high abode | | | | | | | |
452 | While life prolongs its precious light | | | | | | | |
453 | Give me the wings of faith to rise | | | | | | | |
454 | These are the crowns that we shall wear | | | | | | | |
455 | There is a clime where Jesus reigns | | | | | | | |
456 | Jesus, the name high over all | | | | | | | |
457 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
458 | Why do we linger, we have | | | | | | | |
459 | Beautiful Zion, built above; Beautiful city that I love | | | | | | | |
460 | We'll journey together to Zion, That beautiful city of light, | | | | | | | |
461 | No mortal eye that land hath seen | | | | | | | |
462 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
463 | I know that my Redeemer lives, O how he loves | | | | | | | |
464 | What's this that steals, that steals upon my frame | | | | | | | |
465 | Praise God from whom all blessings flow | | | | | | | |