# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
201 | Then will I tell to sinners round | | | | | | | |
202 | My home is over Jordan | | | | | | | |
203 | Oh! brother, will you meet me, meet me? | | | | | | | |
204 | My suffering times will soon be o'er | | | | | | | |
205 | Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone | | | | | | | |
206 | Then we'll march up the heavenly streets | | | | | | | |
207 | I know religion is the best | | | | | | | |
208 | I'll expect to live forever | | | | | | | |
209 | When we get home, we'll shout and sing | | | | | | | |
210 | This note above the rest shall swell | | | | | | | |
211 | Don't you see my Jesus coming | | | | | | | |
212 | Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone | | | | | | | |
213 | A little longer here below | | | | | | | |
214 | Who suffer with our master here | | | | | | | |
215 | Oh! brother, will you meet me, meet me, meet me? | | | | | | | |
216 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
217 | Oh, when shall I see Jesus | | | | | | | |
218 | If you get there before I do, Look out for me | | | | | | | |
219 | How pleasant thus to dwell below | | | | | | | |
220 | I expect to get to heaven | | | | | | | |
221 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
222 | My Father's house is built on high | | | | | | | |
223 | When from this earthly prison free | | | | | | | |
224 | Lift up your hearts, Immanuel's friends | | | | | | | |
225 | Then we'll walk up the golden streets | | | | | | | |
226 | And when the icy arms of death | | | | | | | |
227 | Through grace, I am determined | | | | | | | |
228 | When shall I reach that happy place | | | | | | | |
229 | My ransomed soul shall soar away | | | | | | | |
230 | Cheer up, cheer up, the light breaks o'er thee | | | | | | | |
231 | A country I've found, where true joys abound | | | | | | | |
232 | O there we'll live forever | | | | | | | |
233 | We're happy here in clods of clay | | | | | | | |
234 | And when we land on that blest shore | | | | | | | |
235 | Where all things are plenteous | | | | | | | |
236 | And when we land on that blest shore | | | | | | | |
237 | There we'll walk the golden streets | | | | | | | |
238 | If you get there before I do, on the other side of Jordan | | | | | | | |
239 | O this is not my Canaan, View by faith | | | | | | | |
240 | O here's my heart and here's my hand | | | | | | | |
241 | We're happy here in clods of clay | | | | | | | |
242 | O blessed day, O glorious hope | | | | | | | |
243 | Oh! there we'll live forever | | | | | | | |
244 | My mother she is gone | | | | | | | |
245 | Then we'll go, both soul and body | | | | | | | |
246 | I never shall forget that day when Jesus washed my sins | | | | | | | |
247 | I hope to die ashouting | | | | | | | |
248 | Our conflicts here will soon be past | | | | | | | |
249 | Here I'll raise my Ebenezer | | | | | | | |
250 | I'll point to thy redeeming blood | | | | | | | |
251 | I never shall forget that day | | | | | | | |
252 | When we've been there ten thousand years | | | | | | | |
253 | O there we'll live with Jesus | | | | | | | |
254 | No chilling winds, or poisonous breath | | | | | | | |
255 | I hope to live with Jesus, O glory | | | | | | | |
256 | When the six seals shall open | | | | | | | |
257 | My loving brother has gone to glory | | | | | | | |
258 | My Father's house is built on high | | | | | | | |
259 | I expect to get to heaven | | | | | | | |
260 | I feel the work reviving And I'm almost ready | | | | | | | |
261 | If you get there before I do, To join with the angels | | | | | | | |
262 | I do not beg for riches | | | | | | | |
263 | Through grace, I am determined | | | | | | | |
264 | I'll praise him while he lends me breath | | | | | | | |
265 | I soon shall pass the vale of death | | | | | | | |
266 | There we'll sing and shout with the angels | | | | | | | |
267 | Come on my partners in distress | | | | | | | |
268 | Come on my partners in distress | | | | | | | |
269 | Yonder's my house and portion fair | | | | | | | |
270 | There I shall bathe my weary soul | | | | | | | |
271 | Oh, here's my heart, and here's my hand | | | | | | | |
272 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
273 | The old ship Zion is passing by | | | | | | | |
274 | I'm glad that I am born to die | | | | | | | |
275 | My suffering times will soon be o'er | | | | | | | |
276 | Come on my partners in distress | | | | | | | |
277 | Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone | | | | | | | |
278 | What ship is that you're going on board | | | | | | | |
279 | Religion makes me happy | | | | | | | |
280 | Oft the parting hand I've taken | | | | | | | |
281 | Yonder's my house and portion fair | | | | | | | |
282 | I don't care what this world may say | | | | | | | |
283 | Brother, did't you promise Jesus | | | | | | | |
284 | I would not live alway [always], I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
285 | Oh! when shall I see Jesus | | | | | | | |
286 | What makes me praise my Lord so bold | | | | | | | |
287 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
288 | O the judgment day is coming | | | | | | | |
289 | Children of the heavenly King | | | | | | | |
290 | And must I be to judgment brought | | | | | | | |
291 | And must I be to judgment brought | | | | | | | |
292 | Yonder's my house and portion fair | | | | | | | |
293 | Parents and children there will [may] part | | | | | | | |
294 | The judgement day is coming | | | | | | | |
295 | It won't be long before we'll go | | | | | | | |
296 | The last lovely morning, it soon will appear | | | | | | | |
297 | The grave, it could not hold him | | | | | | | |
298 | I love the Lord, I know I do | | | | | | | |
299 | From our dusty beds we'll rise | | | | | | | |
300 | Just as I am, without one plea | | | | | | | |