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311.961 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
312.895 | On thee, O Lord our God, we call | | | | | | | |
312.899 | Eternal source of every joy | | | | | | | |
312.907 | Our helper, God, we bless thy name | | | | | | | |
312.1000 | To God the Father, God the Son | | | | | | | |
313.900 | Swell the anthem, raise the song | | | | | | | |
313.903 | Praise, oh, praise our God and King! | | | | | | | |
313.991 | See the ransomed millions stand | | | | | | | |
314.890 | My country, 'tis of thee | | | | | | | |
314.893 | God bless our native land | | | | | | | |
314.901 | The God of harvest praise | | | | | | | |
315.892 | Lord, let thy goodness lead our land | | | | | | | |
315.902 | Great God, as seasons disappear | | | | | | | |
315.904 | Great God, we sing that mighty hand | | | | | | | |
316.898 | Praise to God, immortal praise | | | | | | | |
316.909 | While, with ceaseless course, the sun | | | | | | | |
316.997 | Come, Desire of nations, come | | | | | | | |
317.906 | Come, let us anew | | | | | | | |
318.915 | When shall we meet again? | | | | | | | |
318.927 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
319.928 | I would not live alway; I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
319.944 | Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
320.910 | Thanksgiving and the voice of melody | | | | | | | |
320.945 | Go to the grave in all thy glorious prime | | | | | | | |
320.973 | No night shall be in heaven; no gathering gloom | | | | | | | |
321.918 | As flows the rapid river | | | | | | | |
321.993 | Rejoice, rejoice, believers | | | | | | | |
322.921 | Through every age, eternal God | | | | | | | |
322.930 | The hour of my departure's come | | | | | | | |
322.941 | Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
323.929 | How blest the righteous when he dies! | | | | | | | |
323.931 | Why should we start and fear to die? | | | | | | | |
323.948 | Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
323.949 | So fades the lovely, blooming flower | | | | | | | |
324.942 | Servant of God, well done | | | | | | | |
324.960 | Waked by the trumpet's sound | | | | | | | |
324.994 | Ye servants of the Lord | | | | | | | |
325.936 | Oh, for the death of those | | | | | | | |
325.952 | And must this body die? | BLANDNER | | | | | | |
325.983 | Far from my heavenly home | | | | | | | |
326.917 | Thee we adore, Eternal Name | | | | | | | |
326.920 | How short and hasty is our life! | | | | | | | |
326.972 | Far from these narrow scenes of night | | | | | | | |
327.934 | If I must die, oh, let me die | | | | | | | |
327.940 | Why do we mourn departing friends | | | | | | | |
327.957 | When downward to the darksome tomb | | | | | | | |
328.908 | Now, gracious Lord, thine arm reveal | | | | | | | |
328.919 | Teach me the measure of my days | | | | | | | |
328.939 | Dear as thou wert, and justly dear | | | | | | | |
328.996 | Lo! what a glorious sight appears | | | | | | | |
329.947 | Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims | | | | | | | |
329.954 | Thro' sorrow's night, and danger's path | | | | | | | |
329.970 | These mortal joys, how soon they fade! | | | | | | | |
329.995 | Light of the lonely pilgrim's heart | | | | | | | |
330.963 | When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come | | | | | | | |
330.964 | No room for mirth or trifling here | | | | | | | |
330.965 | O God, my inmost soul convert | | | | | | | |
331.979 | There is a house not made with hands | | | | | | | |
331.986 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
332.933 | Oh, for an overcoming faith | | | | | | | |
332.935 | Death cannot make our souls afraid | | | | | | | |
332.938 | Come, let us join our friends above | | | | | | | |
333.966 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
333.982 | Jerusalem, my happy home | | | | | | | |
333.988 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
334.905 | Remark, my soul, the narrow bound | | | | | | | |
334.911 | And now, my soul, another year | | | | | | | |
334.925 | And let this feeble body fail | | | | | | | |
335.916 | Ere mountains reared their forms sublime | | | | | | | |
335.955 | The Lord will come; the earth shall quake | | | | | | | |
335.959 | The day of wrath, that dreadful day | | | | | | | |
336.956 | Day of judgment, day of wonders | | | | | | | |
336.958 | Lo! he comes, with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
337.932 | God of my life, through all my days | | | | | | | |
337.971 | There is a land mine eye hath seen | | | | | | | |
337.981 | My heavenly home is bright and fair | | | | | | | |
337.992 | Now to the Lord, who makes us know | | | | | | | |
338.922 | Beneath our feet and o'er our head | | | | | | | |
338.926 | Sweet land of rest, for thee I sigh | | | | | | | |
338.969 | There is an hour of hallowed peace | | | | | | | |
339.968 | Who are these in bright array | | | | | | | |
340.937 | Friend after friend departs | | | | | | | |
340.978 | I'm but a stranger here | | | | | | | |
341.989 | Watchman! tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
342.951 | Sister, thou wast mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
342.990 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
343.894 | Dread Jehovah, God of nations | | | | | | | |
343.950 | Cease, ye mourners, cease to languish | | | | | | | |
343.977 | I have a home above | | | | | | | |
344.896 | Why, O God, thy people spurn? | | | | | | | |
344.912 | For a season called to part | | | | | | | |
344.943 | Brother, though from yonder sky | | | | | | | |
345.962 | And will the Judge descend? | | | | | | | |
345.987 | A few more years shall roll | | | | | | | |
345.998 | Come, Lord, and tarry not | | | | | | | |
346.924 | One sweetly solemn thought | | | | | | | |
346.946 | Brother, thou art gone to rest | | | | | | | |
347.985 | Beyond the smiling and the weeping | | | | | | | |
348.914 | Shall we gather at the river | | | | | | | |
349.913 | Brothers, clasp hands, the brief moments are flying | | | | | | | |