# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
301 | O [Our] God, our help in ages [seasons] past | | | | | | | |
302 | Thee we adore, eternal name, And humbly | | | | | | | |
303 | Life is a span, a fleeting hour How soon the vapor flies | | | | | | | |
304 | My span of life will soon be done [o'er] | | | | | | | |
305 | Time is winging us away | | | | | | | |
306 | How swiftly the torrent rolls | | | | | | | |
307 | Teach me the measure of my days | | | | | | | |
308 | Death has been here, and borne away A sister [brother] [scholar] from our side | | | | | | | |
309 | Unvail [Unveil] thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
310 | How sweet the hour of closing day | | | | | | | |
311 | Brother, thou art gone to rest | | | | | | | |
312 | Peaceful be thy silent slumber | | | | | | | |
313 | Behold the western evening light | | | | | | | |
314 | Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
315 | O for the death of those | | | | | | | |
316 | Brother, though from yonder sky | | | | | | | |
317 | Thou art gone to the grave but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
318 | If I must die, O, let me die, With hope | | | | | | | |
319 | Brother, rest from sin and sorrow | | | | | | | |
320 | When blooming youth is [are] snatched [called] away | | | | | | | |
321 | When on the brink of death | | | | | | | |
322 | Come children, kindly gather | | | | | | | |
323 | Where we oft have met in gladness | | | | | | | |
324 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
325 | There is a glorious world of light | | | | | | | |
326 | I would not live alway [always], I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
327 | Beautiful Zion, built above; Beautiful city that I love | | | | | | | |
328 | There is a fold where none can stray | | | | | | | |
329 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
330 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
331 | My Savior has gone to prepare a place | | | | | | | |
332 | How blest the righteous when he dies | | | | | | | |
333 | I have a home above, from sin and sorrow free | | | | | | | |
334 | My heavenly home is bright and fair nor pain nor death | | | | | | | |
335 | My feet are weary with the march | | | | | | | |
336 | The roseate hues of early dawn | | | | | | | |
337 | There is no night in heaven, in that blest world | | | | | | | |
338 | Jerusalem, my happy home, name ever dear to me | | | | | | | |
339 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
340 | Ye angels, who stand round the throne | | | | | | | |
341 | And must I be to judgment brought | | | | | | | |
342 | Lo he comes with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
343 | And will the Judge descend [ascend] | | | | | | | |
344 | Thou God of glorious majesty | | | | | | | |
345 | O God, my inmost soul convert | | | | | | | |
346 | Eternity is just at hand | | | | | | | |
347 | And am I only born to die | | | | | | | |
348 | When the harvest is past and the summer is o'er | | | | | | | |
349 | O [When] thou my righteous Judge shall [shalt] come | | | | | | | |
350 | While with ceaseless [careless] course the sun | | | | | | | |
351 | And now, my soul another year | | | | | | | |
352 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
353 | When verdure clothes [robes] the fertile vale | | | | | | | |
354 | Sing to the great Jehovah's praise | | | | | | | |
355 | Eternal source of every joy | | | | | | | |
356 | God of our life [lives], thy various praise | | | | | | | |
357 | See the leaves around us [you] falling | | | | | | | |
358 | How pleasing is thy [the] voice | | | | | | | |
359 | Our Father, through the coming year | | | | | | | |
360 | Thou who rollest the year around | | | | | | | |
361 | Soft are the fruitful showers | | | | | | | |
362 | The leaves around me falling | | | | | | | |
363 | Stern winter throws his [her] [its] icy chains | | | | | | | |
364 | How sweet are the flowers | | | | | | | |
365 | Praises to him who built the hills | | | | | | | |
366 | The God of harvest praise | | | | | | | |
367 | Fountain of mercy, God of love | | | | | | | |
368 | When Abraham, full of sacred awe | | | | | | | |
369 | Lord, while for all mankind we pray | | | | | | | |
370 | Great Maker of unnumbered worlds | | | | | | | |
371 | O sinner, bring not tears alone Or outward form of | | | | | | | |
372 | Praise the Lord, who reigns above | | | | | | | |
373 | Let every heart rejoice and sing, Let choral anthems | | | | | | | |
374 | Great God of nations now to thee | | | | | | | |
375 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
376 | Auspicious morning, hail | | | | | | | |
377 | Once more with hallowed feeling | | | | | | | |
378 | O say can you see by the dawn's early light | | | | | | | |
379 | Now to heaven our prayer [prayers] [cry] ascending | | | | | | | |
380 | A song for our banner, the watchword recall | | | | | | | |
381 | Unfurl the banner of the free | | | | | | | |
382 | O North, with all thy vales of green, O South with all thy palms | | | | | | | |
383 | Our beautiful flag, O now we see | | | | | | | |
384 | Don't think there is nothing for children to do | | | | | | | |
385 | I know there's a crown for the saints of renown | | | | | | | |
386 | In the Christian's home in [of] glory | | | | | | | |
387 | Littlle travelers Zionward Each one entering | | | | | | | |
388 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
389 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
390 | There's a light in the window for thee, brother | | | | | | | |
391 | Shall we meet beyond the river, where the surges | | | | | | | |
392 | This life is a battle with Satan and sin | | | | | | | |
393 | We are out on the ocean sailing | | | | | | | |
394 | Come, children, and join in our festival song | | | | | | | |
395 | Chide mildly the erring | | | | | | | |
396 | The children are gathering from near and from far | | | | | | | |
397 | Joyfully, joyfully, onward I [we] move | | | | | | | |
398 | Around the throne of God in heaven | | | | | | | |
399 | I have a Father in the promised land | | | | | | | |
400 | Let the still air rejoice | | | | | | | |