# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | Abide with me, fast falls the eventide | | | | | | | |
d2 | After the life paths we're treading | | | | | | | |
d3 | All our labor will be done | | | | | | | |
d4 | Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
d5 | Beyond the sea where fadeless glories gleam | | | | | | | |
d6 | Dark are the windows, no flickering glow | | | | | | | |
d7 | Dear friends, the time is drawing near | | | | | | | |
d8 | Dear mother, safe on that bright shore | | | | | | | |
d9 | Death is an angel sent down from above | | | | | | | |
d10 | Earth holds no treasures but perish with using | | | | | | | |
d11 | Earthly homes are often torn asunder | | | | | | | |
d12 | God be with you till we meet again | | | | | | | |
d13 | Goodbye dear one, goodbye | | | | | | | |
d14 | Have you heard of that bright city | | | | | | | |
d15 | Here I labor and toil as I look for a home | | | | | | | |
d16 | Here so many are taking vacation | | | | | | | |
d17 | Homeless here the soul may rove | | | | | | | |
d18 | How dark the gloom, how sad the hour | | | | | | | |
d19 | How oft in fancy I recall | | | | | | | |
d20 | How our hearts ache with grief | | | | | | | |
d21 | How sweet and happy seem those days | | | | | | | |
d22 | I am a poor wayfaring pilgrim | | | | | | | |
d23 | I am bound for that bright city | | | | | | | |
d24 | I am going home to glory to that city bright | | | | | | | |
d25 | I am thinking of friends whom I used to know | | | | | | | |
d26 | I dreamed I had gone to that city | | | | | | | |
d27 | I had the best friend | | | | | | | |
d28 | I have heard of a land on the far away strand | | | | | | | |
d29 | I have known a life of sorrow | | | | | | | |
d30 | I have read of the beautiful city | | | | | | | |
d31 | I hear the low winds sweeping through every bush and tree | | | | | | | |
d32 | I sat alone at midnight hour | | | | | | | |
d33 | I wandered again to my old cabin home | | | | | | | |
d34 | I was standing by the bedside of a neighbor | | | | | | | |
d35 | I will meet you in the morning by the bright | | | | | | | |
d36 | I will sing you a song of that [a] [the] beautiful | | | | | | | |
d37 | If I should be living when Jesus comes | | | | | | | |
d38 | If you have any flowers on my grave to bestow | | | | | | | |
d39 | If you should reach heaven before I arrive | | | | | | | |
d40 | I'll wear a crown of glory | | | | | | | |
d41 | I'm going home to glory soon | | | | | | | |
d42 | I'm going home tomorrow, where there's no care | | | | | | | |
d43 | I'm only an orphan | | | | | | | |
d44 | In an old fashion cabin | | | | | | | |
d45 | In the resurrection morning when the trump of God shall sound | | | | | | | |
d46 | I've been traveling for Jesus | | | | | | | |
d47 | I've treasures laid up in that city of God | | | | | | | |
d48 | Jesus has taken a beautiful bud | | | | | | | |
d49 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
d50 | Last night by the fireside, dreaming | | | | | | | |
d51 | Let us gather up the sunbeams | | | | | | | |
d52 | Life's setting sun is in the west | | | | | | | |
d53 | Mama kissed me in a dream | | | | | | | |
d54 | Many are those mansions bright | | | | | | | |
d55 | Many years have come and gone | | | | | | | |
d56 | Mother dear, come bathe my forehead | | | | | | | |
d57 | Mother dear, I now must leave you | | | | | | | |
d58 | Mother, tell me of the angels | | | | | | | |
d59 | Mother, 'twas dark, but the light came at last | | | | | | | |
d60 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
d61 | My heavenly home is bright and fair nor pain nor death | | | | | | | |
d62 | My latest sun is sinking fast, My race is nearly run | | | | | | | |
d63 | My Lord [he] calls me, [he] calls me in [by] the thunder | | | | | | | |
d64 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
d65 | No tears in yonder home, There all serene | | | | | | | |
d66 | Now mother is old and wrinkled and gray | | | | | | | |
d67 | O soon will our Savior be calling us homeward | | | | | | | |
d68 | O they tell me of a home far beyond the skies | | | | | | | |
d69 | O think of the home over there, By the side of the river | | | | | | | |
d70 | O those beautiful, beautiful hands | | | | | | | |
d71 | Oft I've heard my mother tell | | | | | | | |
d72 | Often I've heard of heaven, wonderful country | | | | | | | |
d73 | On a lonely mountain, neath the sky's blue | | | | | | | |
d74 | On the resurrection morning when all the dead | | | | | | | |
d75 | On the top of Mount Zion is a city | | | | | | | |
d76 | Once more we give the parting hand | | | | | | | |
d77 | One by one, our friends are going | | | | | | | |
d78 | One by one, our friends are going on before | | | | | | | |
d79 | Our friends are crossing over | | | | | | | |
d80 | Over the river faces I see | | | | | | | |
d81 | Over yonder is a mansion | | | | | | | |
d82 | Precious memories, unseen angels sent from | | | | | | | |
d83 | Shall we gather at [by] the river, Where bright angel feet have trod | | | | | | | |
d84 | Shall we meet beyond the river, where the surges | | | | | | | |
d85 | Softly woo away her breath | | | | | | | |
d86 | Sometime we will reach yonder city of gold | | | | | | | |
d87 | Soon the toils of life will cease | | | | | | | |
d88 | Tempted and tried we're oft made to [we often do] wonder [wander] | | | | | | | |
d89 | The cares of this life may leave us weeping | | | | | | | |
d90 | The sands have been washed in the footprints | | | | | | | |
d91 | The time for parting now has come | | | | | | | |
d92 | The time has come dear papa | | | | | | | |
d93 | There are mansions high, there are mansions wide | | | | | | | |
d94 | There is a city supernal | | | | | | | |
d95 | There is a gate stands open wide [that stands ajar] | | | | | | | |
d96 | There is a home, a peaceful home, A home of joy and love | | | | | | | |
d97 | There's a beautiful home far up in the sky | | | | | | | |
d98 | There's a land that is fairer [brighter] than day | | | | | | | |
d99 | There's a little pine log cabin | | | | | | | |
d100 | There's a vacant rocking chair | | | | | | | |