# | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
1199 | Brother, thou art gone before us | MOYLE | | | | |  | |
1200 | Come, Desire of nations, come! | | | | | |  | |
1201 | Lord of earth! thy forming hand | | | | | |  | |
1202 | To Jesus, the crown of my hope | | | | | |  | |
1203 | This God is the God we adore | | | | | |  | |
1204 | O when shall we sweetly remove | | | | | |  | |
1205 | Ye angels, who stand round the throne | | | | | |  | |
1206 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | |  | |
1207 | I long to behold Him arrayed | | | | | |  | |
1208 | Away with our sorrow and fear | | | | | |  | |
1209 | Weep not for the saint that ascends | | | | | |  | |
1210 | Rejoice for a brother deceased | | | | | |  | |
1211 | How tedious and tasteless the hours | | | | | |  | |
1212 | O Thou, who hast spread out the skies | | | | | |  | |
1213 | Father! I long, I faint to see | | | | | |  | |
1214 | When forced to part from those we love | | | | | |  | |
1215 | O lay not up on this vain earth | | | | | |  | |
1216 | There's nothing round these painted skies | | | | | |  | |
1217 | Jesus, to thy dear wounds we flee | | | | | |  | |
1218 | Bright was the guiding star, that led | | | | | |  | |
1219 | The silver cord in twain is snapped | | | | | |  | |
1220 | Farewell, dear friends, I must be gone | | | | | |  | |
1221 | Farewell, bright soul, a short farewell | | | | | |  | |
1222 | There is a harp whose thrilling sound | | | | | |  | |
1223 | The ransomed spirit to her home | | | | | |  | |
1224 | Come, O Thou universal good! | | | | | |  | |
1225 | Descend from heaven, immortal Dove | | | | | |  | |
1226 | O happy saints that dwell in light | | | | | |  | |
1227 | O for a sweet, inspiring ray | | | | | |  | |
1228 | As when the weary traveler gains | | | | | |  | |
1229 | There is a land mine eye hath seen | | | | | |  | |
1230 | What is life? 'tis but a vapor | | | | | |  | |
1231 | Sister, thou wast mild and lovely | | | | | |  | |
1232 | Halleluiah! best and sweetest | | | | | |  | |
1233 | Jerusalem! my glorious home | | | | | |  | |
1234 | Lo! what a glorious sight appears | | | | | |  | |
1235 | And let this feeble body fail | | | | | |  | |
1236 | There is a state unknown, unseen | | | | | |  | |
1237 | Ye weary, heavy-laden souls | | | | | |  | |
1238 | Soon in the grave my flesh shall rest | | | | | |  | |
1239 | O mother dear, Jerusalem | | | | | |  | |
1240 | Lo! I behold the scattering shades | | | | | |  | |
1241 | These glorious minds, how bright they shine | | | | | |  | |
1242 | There is a place of sacred rest | | | | | |  | |
1243 | Answer me, burning stars of night! | | | | | |  | |
1244 | Give me the wings of faith, to rise | | | | | |  | |
1245 | Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell | | | | | |  | |
1246 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | |  | |
1247 | Our country is Immanuel's ground | | | | | |  | |
1248 | Arise, my soul, fly up, and run | | | | | |  | |
1249 | Earth has engrossed my love too long! | | | | | |  | |
1250 | There is a glorious world of light | | | | | |  | |
1251 | Who are these in bright array | | | | | |  | |
1252 | Palms of glory, raiment bright | | | | | |  | |
1253 | Who are these arrayed in white | | | | | |  | |
1254 | Deathless principle, arise | | | | | |  | |
1255 | Lift your eyes of faith, and see | | | | | |  | |
1256 | Much in sorrow, oft in woe | | | | | |  | |
1257 | I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger | | | | | |  | |
1258 | Burst, ye emerald gates, and bring | | | | | |  | |
1259 | Oh, exiled Paradise | | | | | |  | |
1260 | In the broad fields of heaven | | | | | |  | |
1261 | There is a holy city | | | | | |  | |
1262 | We are on our journey home | | | | | |  | |
1263 | We shall see a light appear | | | | | |  | |
1264 | 'Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | |  | |
1265 | O where can the soul find relief from its foes? | | | | | |  | |
1266 | My home is in heaven, my rest is not here | | | | | |  | |
1267 | How sweet to reflect on the joys that await me | | | | | |  | |
1268 | There's rest in the grave | | | | | |  | |
1269 | There is a happy land, Far, far away | | | | | |  | |
1270 | Joyfully, joyfully, onward I move | | | | | |  | |
1271 | Happy the spirit released from its clay | | | | | |  | |
1272 | On Jordan's rugged banks I stand | | | | | |  | |
1273 | A stranger in the world below | | | | | |  | |
1274 | O, the delights, the heavenly joys | | | | | |  | |
1275 | Heaven is the land where trouble cease | | | | | |  | |
1276 | Around the throne of God in heaven | | | | | |  | |
1277 | Bright glories rush upon my sight | | | | | |  | |
1278 | In silence of the voiceless night | | | | | |  | |
1279 | The dawn is sprinkling in the east | | | | | |  | |
1280 | Forth in Thy name, O Lord, we go | | | | | |  | |
1281 | O backward-looking son of time! | | | | | |  | |
1282 | Eternity! Eternity! | | | | | |  | |
1283 | I cannot always trace the way | | | | | |  | |
1284 | Thy will be done! In devious way | | | | | |  | |
1285 | Rocked in the cradle of the deep | | | | | |  | |
1286 | Glory to Thee, whose powerful word | | | | | |  | |
1287 | Glory to thee, my God, this night | | | | | |  | |
1288 | O blest Creator of the light! | | | | | |  | |
1289 | 'Tis gone, that bright and orbed blaze | | | | | |  | |
1290 | Throughout the hours of darkness dim | | | | | |  | |
1291 | Another fleeting day is gone | | | | | |  | |
1292 | Not worlds on worlds, in phalanx deep | | | | | |  | |
1293 | O Thou, the heaven's eternal King! | | | | | |  | |
1294 | Thus far the Lord has led me on | | | | | |  | |
1295 | Great God! to Thee my evening song | | | | | |  | |
1296 | My God! how endless is Thy love! | | | | | |  | |
1297 | God of my life, to Thee belong | | | | | |  | |
1298 | Awake, my soul, and with the sun | | | | | |  | |