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301 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
302 | Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
303 | Dear is the spot where Christians sleep | | | | | | | |
304 | Thee we adore, eternal name, And humbly | | | | | | | |
305 | Hark, from the tomb [tombs] a doleful [warning] [mournful] sound | | | | | | | |
306 | Almighty Maker of my frame | | | | | | | |
307 | How peaceful is the closing scene | | | | | | | |
308 | Let death dissolve my body now | | | | | | | |
309 | Lord, 'tis an infinite delight | | | | | | | |
310 | There is a house not made with [by] hands, Eternal | | | | | | | |
311 | How short the race our friend has run | | | | | | | |
312 | Death, like an overflowing stream | | | | | | | |
313 | O for an overcoming faith | | | | | | | |
314 | And let this feeble body fail | | | | | | | |
315 | Every moment brings me nearer | | | | | | | |
316 | When for [the] eternal [heavenly] world [worlds] I [we] steer | | | | | | | |
317 | My buried friends, can I forget | | | | | | | |
318 | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
319 | 'Tis sweet to rest in lively hope | | | | | | | |
320 | Hear what the voice from heaven declares | | | | | | | |
321 | Lord, what a feeble piece | | | | | | | |
322 | Lord, at thy temple we appear, As happy Simon came | | | | | | | |
323 | What is it for a saint to die | | | | | | | |
324 | When those we love are snatched away | | | | | | | |
325 | Why do we [ye] [you] mourn departing [departed] [for dying] friends | | | | | | | |
326 | Death cannot make our souls afraid, If God be with us there | | | | | | | |
327 | My soul, come mediate the day | | | | | | | |
328 | Time like a fleeting shadow flies | | | | | | | |
329 | Sister, thou wast [wert] mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
330 | Go, spirit of the sainted dead | | | | | | | |
331 | Brother, rest from sin and sorrow | | | | | | | |
332 | Life is a span, a fleeting hour | | | | | | | |
333 | 'Tis finished, the conflict is past | | | | | | | |
334 | Mary to her [the] Savior's tomb | | | | | | | |
335 | Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims | | | | | | | |
336 | My head and stay is took [called] away | | | | | | | |
337 | Must friends and kindred droop and die | | | | | | | |
338 | And must this body die | | | | | | | |
339 | Unvail [Unveil] thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
340 | Tarry with me, O my Savior | | | | | | | |
341 | The Bible reveals a glorious land | | | | | | | |
342 | How short and hasty is our life | | | | | | | |
343 | Fades the lovely blooming flower | | | | | | | |
344 | Our days, alas, our mortal days | | | | | | | |
345 | Come, my dear friends, and mourn with me | | | | | | | |
346 | There's a region above, free from sin and temptation | | | | | | | |
347 | Angel [Angels], roll the rock [stone] away | | | | | | | |
348 | Morning breaks upon the tomb | | | | | | | |
349 | Christ the [our] Lord is [has] risen today, [Alleluia] [Sons of men] | | | | | | | |
350 | Ye mourning saints [friends] [ ones], whose streaming tears | | | | | | | |
351 | O lord, it seemed [seemeth] good to thee | | | | | | | |
352 | Come, humble souls, ye mourners, come | | | | | | | |
353 | To leave my dear friends, and with [from] my neighbors [kindred] to depart | | | | | | | |
354 | Jesus, great Shepherd of the [thy] sheep | | | | | | | |
355 | Self righteous souls on works rely | | | | | | | |
356 | Jesus, engrave it on my heart | | | | | | | |
357 | Of him who did salvation bring I could for ever think and sing | | | | | | | |
358 | To Christ, the Lord, let every tongue its noblest tribute bring | | | | | | | |
359 | Up, haste to Calvary, my soul | | | | | | | |
360 | O [Sweet] land for [of] rest for thee I sigh | | | | | | | |
361 | I would not weep alway, though many a tear | | | | | | | |
362 | Come, let us join with one accord | | | | | | | |
363 | Plunged in a [the] gulf of dark [deep] despair | | | | | | | |
364 | Hear the royal proclamation, the glad tidings | | | | | | | |
365 | An alien from God, and a stranger to grace | | | | | | | |
366 | My spirit looks to God alone My rock and refuge | | | | | | | |
367 | Jesus wept, those tears are over | | | | | | | |
368 | Come, ye that fear [love] the Lord, and listen while I tell | | | | | | | |
369 | See the fountain opened wide | | | | | | | |
370 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
371 | Thy mercy, my God, is the theme of my song | | | | | | | |
372 | Eternal Power, whose high abode | | | | | | | |
373 | Though trouble assail us, and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
374 | I love the Lord, he heard my cries | | | | | | | |
375 | Religion is the chief concern | | | | | | | |
376 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
377 | From all that's mortal, all that's vain | | | | | | | |
378 | Behold, the Shepherd's tender care | | | | | | | |
379 | High in yonder realms of light | | | | | | | |
380 | Didst Thou, dear Jesus, suffer shame | | | | | | | |
381 | Kindred in Christ, for his dear [name's] sake | | | | | | | |
382 | Prepare me gracious God to stand before thy face | | | | | | | |
383 | Salvation, O the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
384 | How sad and awful [dreadful] is my state | | | | | | | |
385 | How hard and rugged is the way [road] | | | | | | | |
386 | The Lord will happiness divine on contrite hearts bestow | | | | | | | |
387 | When Christ, the Lord, was here below About the work | | | | | | | |
388 | I love my Savior God | | | | | | | |
389 | And must I part with all I have | | | | | | | |
390 | Come, ye [you] [we] that [who] love the Lord [Christ], And let your [our] joys | | | | | | | |
391 | O when shall I [we] see Jesus and dwell [reign] with Him above | | | | | | | |
392 | When sorrows encompass me round | | | | | | | |
393 | When shall we three meet again | | | | | | | |
394 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
395 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
396 | O happy time, long waited for, The comfort of my heart | | | | | | | |
397 | O tell me no more of this [the] world's vain [vain world's] store | | | | | | | |
398 | O Jesus, my Savior, I know thou art mine | | | | | | | |
399 | Love is the sweetest bud that blows | | | | | | | |
400 | Awake, my soul, in [to] joyful [joyous] lays | | | | | | | |