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401 | Farewell, my dear brethren, the time is at hand | | | | | | | |
402 | Hail! sweetest, dearest tie that binds | | | | | | | |
403 | For a season called to part | | | | | | | |
404 | When shall we all meet again? | | | | | | | |
405 | Brethren, while again we venture | | | | | | | |
406[403] | Remark, my soul, the narrow bound | | | | | | | |
407[404 | Awake, ye saints, and raise your eyes | | | | | | | |
408[405] | One more petition, O our God | | | | | | | |
409 | God of our lives, thy various praise | | | | | | | |
410 | Now, gracious Lord, thine arm reveal | | | | | | | |
411 | And now, my soul, another year | | | | | | | |
412 | Why do we mourn departed friends | | | | | | | |
413 | Beneath our feet and o'er our head | | | | | | | |
414 | If I must die, O, let me die | | | | | | | |
415 | Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep! | | | | | | | |
416 | Go, spirit of the sainted dead | | | | | | | |
417 | How blest the righteous when he dies! | | | | | | | |
418 | I would not live alway; I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
419 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
420 | Guide me, O Thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
421 | Sweet land of rest! for thee I sigh | | | | | | | |
422 | There is an hour of hallowed peace | | | | | | | |
423 | Far from these narrow scenes of night | | | | | | | |
424 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
425 | O, the delights, the heavenly joys | | | | | | | |
426 | Yes, there are joys that cannot die | | | | | | | |
427 | To Jesus, the crown of my hope | | | | | | | |
428 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
429 | There is a land mine eye hath seen | | | | | | | |
430 | O for a sight, a pleasing sight | | | | | | | |
431 | O sing to me of Heav'n | | | | | | | |
432 | My Father's house on high! | | | | | | | |
433 | Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
434 | Jerusalem, my happy home | | | | | | | |
435 | Jerusalem! my glorious home! | | | | | | | |
436 | "Forever with the Lord!" | | | | | | | |
437 | O for the death of those | | | | | | | |
438 | Joyfully, joyfully, onward I move | | | | | | | |
439 | Happy the spirit released from its clay | | | | | | | |
440 | Who are these in bright array | | | | | | | |
441 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
442 | There is a happy land, Far, far away | | | | | | | |
443 | Sweet is the House of prayer | | | | | | | |
444 | Hark! the song of jubilee | | | | | | | |
445 | Wake the song of jubilee | | | | | | | |
446 | Mary to the Saviour's tomb | | | | | | | |
447 | Little rain-drops feed the rill | | | | | | | |
448 | Children of the heavenly King | | | | | | | |
449 | Jesus, the very thought of thee | | | | | | | |
450 | Do not I love thee, O my Lord? | | | | | | | |
451 | These are the crowns that we shall wear | | | | | | | |
452 | Jesus! and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
453 | In the cross of Christ I glory | | | | | | | |
454 | I love thy kingdom, Lord | | | | | | | |
455 | Come, we that love the Lord | | | | | | | |
456 | Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord we love; | | | | | | | |
457a | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn | | | | | | | |
457b | Sweet Sunday School! I love the place | | | | | | | |
458 | From busy toil and heavy care | | | | | | | |
459 | Come, friends, and let our hearts awake | | | | | | | |
460 | Stand up for Jesus! | | | | | | | |