# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
601 | Lord, lead the way the Saviour went | | | | | | | |
602 | Daughter of Zion, from the dust | | | | | | | |
603 | Hark! the song of jubilee | | | | | | | |
604 | Hasten, Lord, the glorious time | | | | | | | |
605 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
606 | The morning light is breaking | | | | | | | |
607 | O'er the gloomy hills of darkness | | | | | | | |
608 | Yes, my native land, I love thee | | | | | | | |
609 | On the mountain's top appearing | | | | | | | |
610 | O thou, whose own vast temple stands | | | | | | | |
611 | Dear Shepherd of thy people! here | | | | | | | |
612 | Spirit divine, attend our prayer | | | | | | | |
613 | In loud, exalted strains | | | | | | | |
614 | Lord of hosts, to thee we raise | | | | | | | |
615 | O God the Father, Christ the Son | | | | | | | |
616 | And wilt thou, O eternal God | | | | | | | |
617 | Mourn for the thousands slain | | | | | | | |
618 | 'Tis thine alone, Almighty Name | | | | | | | |
619 | How blest the righteous when he dies | | | | | | | |
620 | Why should we start and fear to die? | | | | | | | |
621 | How vain is all beneath the skies! | | | | | | | |
622 | Friend after friend departs | | | | | | | |
623 | Through sorrow's night and danger's path | | | | | | | |
624 | As flows the rapid river | | | | | | | |
625 | I would not live alway; I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
626 | How sweet the hour of closing day | | | | | | | |
627 | Thee we adore, eternal Name | | | | | | | |
628 | Beneath our feet and o'er our head | | | | | | | |
629 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
630 | A few more marchings weary | | | | | | | |
631 | A few more years shall roll | | | | | | | |
632 | It is not death to die | | | | | | | |
633 | O for the death of those | | | | | | | |
634 | O where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
635 | Time is winging us away | | | | | | | |
636 | One sweetly solemn thought | | | | | | | |
637 | Shall we gather at the river | | | | | | | |
638 | When shall we meet again? | | | | | | | |
639 | Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
640 | Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
641 | Sister, thou wast mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
642 | Why do we mourn departing friends | | | | | | | |
643 | Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims | | | | | | | |
644 | Go to the grave in all thy glorious prime! | | | | | | | |
645 | Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
646 | Sleep thy last sleep | | | | | | | |
647 | Tender Shepherd, thou hast stilled | | | | | | | |
648 | Servant of God, well done | | | | | | | |
649 | The day of resurrection! | | | | | | | |
650 | The church has waited long | | | | | | | |
651 | Come, Lord, and tarry not | | | | | | | |
652 | Come, quickly come, dread Judge of all | | | | | | | |
653 | Behold the Bridegroom cometh in the middle of the night | | | | | | | |
654 | Rejoice, rejoice, believers! | | | | | | | |
655 | Lo! what a glorious sight appears | | | | | | | |
656 | O'er the distant mountains breaking | | | | | | | |
657 | Christ is coming! let creation | | | | | | | |
658 | Lo! he comes, with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
659 | Watchman! tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
660 | Great God, what do I see and hear! | | | | | | | |
661 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
662 | When thou my righteous Judge, shalt come | | | | | | | |
663 | Day of judgment, day of wonders | | | | | | | |
664 | The day of wrath, that dreadful day, | | | | | | | |
665 | And will the Judge descend? | | | | | | | |
666 | "Forever with the Lord!" | | | | | | | |
667 | Jerusalem, the golden | | | | | | | |
668 | There is a land mine eye hath seen | | | | | | | |
669 | There is a fold whence none can stray | | | | | | | |
670 | For thee, O dear, dear country! | | | | | | | |
671 | Brief life is here our portion | | | | | | | |
672 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
673 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
674 | Ten thousand times ten thousand | | | | | | | |
675 | Hark,! hark, my soul! angelic songs are swelling | | | | | | | |
676 | Who are these in bright array | | | | | | | |
677 | I'm but a stranger here | | | | | | | |
678 | Come unto me, when shadows darkly gather | | | | | | | |
679 | We shall meet beyond the river | | | | | | | |
680 | I love to think of the heavenly land | | | | | | | |
681 | Upward where the stars are burning | | | | | | | |
682 | Jerusalem, my happy home | | | | | | | |
683 | O Paradise! O Paradise! | | | | | | | |
684 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
685 | Daily, daily sing the praises | | | | | | | |
686 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
687 | Swell the anthem, raise the song | | | | | | | |
688 | Praise to God, immortal praise | | | | | | | |
689 | We plow the fields, and scatter | | | | | | | |
690 | Come, ye thankful people, come | | | | | | | |
691 | The God of harvest praise | | | | | | | |
692 | God bless our native land | | | | | | | |
693 | Great King of nations, hear our prayer | | | | | | | |
694 | Lord, while for all mankind we pray | | | | | | | |
695 | See, gracious God, before thy throne | | | | | | | |
696 | My country! 'tis of thee | | | | | | | |
697 | Lord, let thy goodness lead our land | | | | | | | |
698 | Great God, we sing that mighty hand | | | | | | | |
699 | Our Helper, God, we bless thy name | | | | | | | |
700 | Come, let us anew our journey pursue | | | | | | | |