# | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
601 | Go, spirit of the sainted dead | | | | | |  | |
602 | Hark! from the tomb a doleful sound | | | | | |  | |
603 | When blooming youth is snatch'd away | | | | | |  | |
604 | Ah! why should bitter tears be shed | | | | | |  | |
605 | How solemn the signal I hear! | | | | | |  | |
606 | The dead are like the stars by day | | | | | |  | |
607 | Farewell, vain world, I'm going home | | | | | |  | |
608 | There is a house not made with hands | | | | | |  | |
609 | And let this feeble body fail | | | | | |  | |
610 | Why do we mourn departing friends | | | | | |  | |
611 | Sister, thou wast mild and lovely | | | | | |  | |
612 | Blest hour, when virtuous friends shall meet | | | | | |  | |
613 | Unvail thy bosom, faithful tomb! | | | | | |  | |
614 | Servant of God, well done! | | | | | |  | |
615 | Happy soul! thy days are ended | | | | | |  | |
616 | Dear as thou wast, and justly dear | | | | | |  | |
617 | In vain our fancy strives to paint | | | | | |  | |
618 | The broken ties of happier days | | | | | |  | |
619 | Cease, ye mourners, cease to languish | | | | | |  | |
620 | Through sorrow's night, and danger's path | | | | | |  | |
621 | And must this body die? | | | | | |  | |
622 | Shall man, O God of life and light! | | | | | |  | |
623 | The time draws nigh, when from the clouds | | | | | |  | |
624 | Great God, I own thy sentence just | | | | | |  | |
625 | How long shall death, the tyrant, reign | | | | | |  | |
626 | The angels who watch'd round the tomb | | | | | |  | |
627 | Like shadows gliding o'er the plain | | | | | |  | |
628 | O time! how few thy value weigh! | | | | | |  | |
629 | At every motion of our breath | | | | | |  | |
630 | To-morrow, Lord! is thine | | | | | |  | |
631 | Our days, alas! our mortal days | | | | | |  | |
632 | Time is winging us away | | | | | |  | |
633 | Lo! on a narrow neck of land | | | | | |  | |
634 | My days, my weeks, my months, my years | | | | | |  | |
635 | How vain is all beneath the skies! | | | | | |  | |
636 | Lord, what a feeble piece | | | | | |  | |
637 | Let others boast how strong they be | | | | | |  | |
638 | Teach me the measure of my days | | | | | |  | |
639 | How vain are all things here below | | | | | |  | |
640 | Thee we adore, eternal name | | | | | |  | |
641 | How swiftly the torrent rolls | | | | | |  | |
642 | Kind souls, reflect awhile with me | | | | | |  | |
643 | I would not live alway, I ask not to stay | | | | | |  | |
644 | There is a place where my hopes are stay'd | | | | | |  | |
645 | A home in heaven! what a joyful thought | | | | | |  | |
646 | Jerusalem! Jerusalem! | | | | | |  | |
647 | Oh where can the soul find relief from its foes? | | | | | |  | |
648 | In the Christian's home in glory | | | | | |  | |
649 | Our country is Immanuel's ground | | | | | |  | |
650 | There is a land mine eye hath seen | | | | | |  | |
651 | Lo! I behold the scatt'ring shades | | | | | |  | |
652 | 'Mid scenes of confusion, and creature complaints | | | | | |  | |
653 | Praise to the Lord, for they are past | | | | | |  | |
654 | Jerusalem, my glorious home! | | | | | |  | |
655 | "For ever with the Lord!" | | | | | |  | |
656 | When we pass through yonder river | | | | | |  | |
657 | Are we almost there? are we almost there? | | | | | |  | |
658 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | |  | |
659 | Give me the wings of faith to rise | | | | | |  | |
660 | What, if our bark, o'er life's rough wave | | | | | |  | |
661 | There is a region lovelier far | | | | | |  | |
662 | An alien from God and a stranger to grace | | | | | |  | |
663 | On Zion's glorious summit stood | | | | | |  | |
664 | A few more years shall roll | | | | | |  | |
665 | My heavenly home is bright and fair | | | | | |  | |
666 | O, what a lonely path were ours | | | | | |  | |
667 | Lo! what a glorious sight appears | | | | | |  | |
668 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | |  | |
669 | Ye weary, heavy-laden souls | | | | | |  | |
670 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | |  | |
671 | Nor eye has seen, nor ear has heard | | | | | |  | |
672 | Heav'n is a place of rest from sin | | | | | |  | |
673 | There is no night in heaven | | | | | |  | |
674 | High in yonder realms of light | | | | | |  | |
675 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | |  | |
676 | Lord, I believe a rest remains | | | | | |  | |
677 | O happy saints, that dwell in light | | | | | |  | |
678 | Lord, when together here we meet | | | | | |  | |
679 | Come, let us strike our harps afresh | | | | | |  | |
680 | When shall we all meet again? | | | | | |  | |
681 | When shall we meet again? | | | | | |  | |
682 | And are we yet alive | | | | | |  | |
683 | My dearest friends, in bonds of love | | | | | |  | |
684 | Now, brethren, to your homes repair | | | | | |  | |
685 | Blest be the dear uniting love | | | | | |  | |
686 | Hail, sweetest, dearest tie, that binds | | | | | |  | |
687 | Now, pilgrims, let us go in peace | | | | | |  | |
688 | Now brethren, though we part | | | | | |  | |
689 | Jesus grant us all a blessing | | | | | |  | |
690 | O happy day! when saints shall meet | | | | | |  | |
691 | Now, Lord, tho' we must part awhile | | | | | |  | |
692 | Pilgrims, with pleasure let us part | | | | | |  | |
693 | Begin the day with God! | | | | | |  | |
694 | Early, my God, without delay | | | | | |  | |
695 | How sweet the melting lay | | | | | |  | |
696 | Awake, my soul, and with the sun | | | | | |  | |
697 | Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear | | | | | |  | |
698 | The night is past and gone | | | | | |  | |
699 | Come to the morning pray'r | | | | | |  | |
700 | Once more, my soul, the rising day | | | | | |  | |