# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
806 | Hail, wondrous love, that first began | | | | | | | |
807 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
808 | Yes, my native land, I love thee | | | | | | | |
809 | Father of mercies, bow thine ear | | | | | | | |
810 | Ye messengers of Christ [God] | | | | | | | |
811 | Ho reapers of life's harvest why stand with rested blade | | | | | | | |
812 | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
813 | Ye careless [carnal] professors, who rest on your lees | | | | | | | |
814 | O that I was [were] as heretofore | | | | | | | |
815 | Barren still this tree is found | | | | | | | |
816 | How oft, alas, this [our] wretched [sinful] [wicked] heart | | | | | | | |
817 | People of the living God! I have sought the world | | | | | | | |
818 | Dread Jehovah, God of nations | | | | | | | |
819 | Almighty Sovereign of the skies | | | | | | | |
820 | Great God, as seasons disappear | | | | | | | |
821 | The God of harvest praise | | | | | | | |
822 | Thou who art the ever present | | | | | | | |
823 | When for eternal worlds we steer | | | | | | | |
824 | Intemperance, like a raging flood | | | | | | | |
825 | Remark my soul [with awe] the narrow bounds | | | | | | | |
826 | Now let us raise our voices high | | | | | | | |
827 | Eternal God, enthroned on high | | | | | | | |
828 | Diseases are thy servants, Lord | | | | | | | |
829 | Lord of my life, whose word and power | | | | | | | |
830 | Now, gracious Lord, thine [thy] arm reveal | | | | | | | |
831 | I love the Lord, he heard my cries | | | | | | | |
832 | Lord of the harvest, hear thy needy servants' cry | | | | | | | |
833 | Welcome, delightful morn | | | | | | | |
834 | Farewell, my friends, time rolls along | | | | | | | |
835 | My son, know thou the Lord | | | | | | | |
836 | O Lord, behold us at thy feet | | | | | | | |
837 | Speak gently, it is better far | | | | | | | |
838 | There is beauty all around when there's love at home | | | | | | | |
839 | Let children hear the mighty deeds | | | | | | | |
840 | Great God, we would to thee make known | | | | | | | |
841 | Save all my children, Lord | | | | | | | |
842 | As flows the rapid river | | | | | | | |
843 | Come, let us now forget our mirth, And think that we must die | | | | | | | |
844 | What's this that steals, that steals upon my frame | | | | | | | |
845 | My life declines, my strength is gone | | | | | | | |
846 | Sweet to rejoice in lively hope | | | | | | | |
847 | Life is a span, a fleeting hour | | | | | | | |
848 | Shed not a tear, o'er your friend's early bier | | | | | | | |
849 | Go to thy rest in peace, And soft | | | | | | | |
850 | How still and peaceful is [Lord] the grave | | | | | | | |
851 | O sing to me of heaven When I am called to die | | | | | | | |
852 | Beneath our feet and o'er our head | | | | | | | |
853 | Death cannot make our souls afraid, If God be with us there | | | | | | | |
854 | Dear as thou wast [wert] and justly dear, We will not weep for thee | | | | | | | |
855 | Our days, alas, our mortal days | | | | | | | |
856 | Brother, thou art gone to rest | | | | | | | |
857 | How solemn the signal I hear | | | | | | | |
858 | We lay thee in the silent tomb | | | | | | | |
859 | Death has been here, and borne away A sister [brother] [scholar] from our side | | | | | | | |
860 | Go to thy rest, with sorrows worn | | | | | | | |
861 | Dear friends, I go to dwell With Jesus Christ, on high | | | | | | | |
862 | I'm but a stranger [traveler] here, heaven is my home | | | | | | | |
863 | What have I in this barren land | | | | | | | |
864 | While through this changing world we [I] roam | | | | | | | |
865 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
866 | My rest [home] is in heaven [Eden], my rest [home] is not here | | | | | | | |
867 | In the Christian's home in [of] glory | | | | | | | |
868 | I will sing you a song of that [a] [the] beautiful | | | | | | | |
869 | There is a land of glorious light | | | | | | | |
870 | O may the Lord our footsteps guide | | | | | | | |
871 | Should somber clouds of sorrows rise | | | | | | | |
872 | We're marching to the promised land | | | | | | | |
873 | Heaven is the land [place] where trouble cease | | | | | | | |
874 | Nor eye hath seen nor ear hath heard | | | | | | | |
875 | There is a happy land | | | | | | | |
876 | We shall greet them at home | | | | | | | |
877 | Jerusalem, my glorious home | | | | | | | |
878 | Far beyond these sea-girt islands | | | | | | | |
879 | Lonely and weary by sorrows oppressed | | | | | | | |
880 | Though my flesh and heart may fail | | | | | | | |
881 | As on the sea of life we sail | | | | | | | |
882 | Shall we meet beyond the river, where the surges | | | | | | | |
883 | There's a home for the blest on the beautiful | | | | | | | |
884 | Since man by sin has lost [gone from] [strayed from] his God | | | | | | | |
885 | Hark! don't you hear the turtle dove | | | | | | | |
886 | Welcome, welcome, day of rest | | | | | | | |
887 | On the mountain [mountain's] top appearing | | | | | | | |
888 | I set myself against the Lord | | | | | | | |
889 | Encouraged by thy word | | | | | | | |
890 | Rejoice, the Lord is King, Your God [Lord] and King adore | | | | | | | |
891 | Behold the man, three score and ten | | | | | | | |
892 | By the poor widow's oil and meal | | | | | | | |
893 | Of all religions that are found | | | | | | | |
894 | I am weary, I am weary of the cares and toils of life | | | | | | | |
895 | Faith is the Christian's prop | | | | | | | |
896 | Why will you not, O Christian | | | | | | | |
897 | Let strife forever cease | | | | | | | |
898 | The Father, in his boundless love | | | | | | | |
899 | When Joseph his brethren beheld | | | | | | | |
900 | By whom was David taught | | | | | | | |
901 | Come, all ye [you] tender hearted Christians | | | | | | | |
902 | Precious Bible, what a treasure | | | | | | | |
903 | Jesus wept, those tears are over | | | | | | | |
904 | Dare to think, though bigots [others] frown | | | | | | | |
905 | O God, my sins are manifold | | | | | | | |