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301 | Oft as the bell, with solemn toll | | | | | | | |
302 | Why should we start, and fear to die? | | | | | | | |
303 | Sister, thou was mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
304 | We lay thee in the silent tomb | | | | | | | |
305 | A mourning class, a vacant seat | | | | | | | |
306 | Death has been here, and borne away | | | | | | | |
307 | Peaceful be thy silent slumber | | | | | | | |
308 | Where we oft have met in gladness | | | | | | | |
309 | I know thou art gone to the home of thy rest | | | | | | | |
310 | Thou art gone to the grave, but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
311 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
312 | Day of judgment, day of wonders! | | | | | | | |
313 | And will the Judge descend? | | | | | | | |
314 | Lo! he comes, with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
315 | When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come | | | | | | | |
316 | Oh, there will be mourning | | | | | | | |
317 | There is a glorious world of light | | | | | | | |
318 | Beautiful Zion, built above | | | | | | | |
319 | My Saviour has gone to prepare | | | | | | | |
320 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
321 | Come, let us sing of heaven above | | | | | | | |
322 | Heavenly home! heavenly home! precious name to me! | | | | | | | |
323 | When beautiful flowers impart their perfume | | | | | | | |
324 | Come, sing to me of heaven | | | | | | | |
325 | My rest is in heaven, my rest is not here | | | | | | | |
326 | There is a land above | | | | | | | |
327 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
328 | I'm a lonely traveller here | | | | | | | |
329 | I would not live alway; I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
330 | I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger | | | | | | | |
331 | We're marching to the promised land | | | | | | | |
332 | In the Christian's home in glory | | | | | | | |
333 | One sweetly solemn thought | | | | | | | |
334 | Jerusalem, my happy home! | | | | | | | |
335 | Who are these in bright array? | | | | | | | |
336 | Around the throne of God in heaven | | | | | | | |
337 | I'm but a traveller here | | | | | | | |
338 | There is a happy land | | | | | | | |
339 | I want to be an angel | | | | | | | |
340 | I have a Father in the promised land | | | | | | | |
341 | Joyfully, joyfully, onward we move | | | | | | | |
342 | We're bound for the land of the pure and the holy | | | | | | | |
343 | Come, children, let us sweetly sing | | | | | | | |
344 | Ye angels, who stand round the throne | | | | | | | |
345 | A crown of glory bright | | | | | | | |
346 | Give me the wings of faith, to rise | | | | | | | |
347 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
348 | 'Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
349 | How pleasant thus to dwell below | | | | | | | |
350 | Here we suffer grief and pain | | | | | | | |
351 | Here we meet to part again | | | | | | | |
352 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
353 | Hark! ten thousand harps and voices | | | | | | | |
354 | Shout the tidings of salvation | | | | | | | |
355 | Wake the song of jubilee | | | | | | | |
356 | We meet for evening prayer | | | | | | | |
357 | O'er the gloomy hills of darkness | | | | | | | |
358 | Blow ye the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
359 | Yes! we trust the day is breaking | | | | | | | |
360 | On the mountain's top appearing | | | | | | | |
361 | The morning light is breaking | | | | | | | |
362 | Hasten, Lord, the glorious time | | | | | | | |
363 | To our dear Sabbath-school there ought many to come | | | | | | | |
364 | When shall the voice of singing | | | | | | | |
365 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
366 | Preserved by thine almighty power | | | | | | | |
367 | The Sunday-school army has gather'd once more | | | | | | | |
368 | Come, join our celebration | | | | | | | |
369 | To-day we come with singing | | | | | | | |
370 | We come, we come, in joyous train | | | | | | | |
371 | Happy, happy, meet we here | | | | | | | |
372 | Joyful, joyful, joyful be our numbers! | | | | | | | |
373 | Days and weeks and months, returning | | | | | | | |
374 | Come, children, raise your voices high | | | | | | | |
375 | Precious Saviour! of Salvation | | | | | | | |
376 | We lift our voices | | | | | | | |
377 | We bring no glittering treasures | | | | | | | |
378 | Come, little soldiers, join in our band | | | | | | | |
379 | To thee, O blessed Saviour | | | | | | | |
380 | Thanks to our heavenly Father | | | | | | | |
381 | Hosannas were by children sung | | | | | | | |
382 | Little children, can you tell | | | | | | | |
383 | There is no name so sweet on earth | | | | | | | |
384 | The sun that lights the world shall fade | | | | | | | |
385 | While, with ceaseless course the sun | | | | | | | |
386 | Say, brothers, will you meet us | | | | | | | |
387 | When shall we meet again? | | | | | | | |
388 | Glory to thee, my God, this night | | | | | | | |
389 | I ought to love my mother | | | | | | | |
390 | To do to others as I would | | | | | | | |
391 | My country, 'tis of thee | | | | | | | |
392 | Kind words can never die | | | | | | | |
393 | When through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming | | | | | | | |
394 | We all love one another | | | | | | | |
395 | Mary to the Saviour's tomb | | | | | | | |
396 | Life's rosy morn her golden light | | | | | | | |
397 | O thou before whose gracious throne | | | | | | | |
398 | Ere on my bed my limbs I lay | | | | | | | |
399 | Now I lay me down to sleep | | | | | | | |
400 | "Thy will be done!" In devious way | | | | | | | |