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801 | We sing his love, who once was slain | | | | | | | |
802 | The grave is now a favored spot | | | | | | | |
803 | Unvail thy bosom, faithful Tomb | | | | | | | |
804 | And let this feeble body fail | | | | | | | |
805 | Calm on the bosom of thy God | | | | | | | |
806 | Why do we mourn for dying friends | | | | | | | |
807 | Another hand is beckoning us | | | | | | | |
808 | Thro' sorrow's night, and danger's path | | | | | | | |
809 | When the last trumpet's awful voice | | | | | | | |
810 | We lay thee in the silent tomb | | | | | | | |
811 | Who shall forbid our chastened woe | | | | | | | |
812 | Earth, with its dark and dreadful ills | | | | | | | |
813 | It is not death to die | | | | | | | |
814 | O for the death of those | | | | | | | |
815 | When on the brink of death | | | | | | | |
816 | And am I born to die? | | | | | | | |
817 | And must this body die | | | | | | | |
818 | Servant of God, well done | | | | | | | |
819 | In expectation sweet | | | | | | | |
820 | "Forever with the Lord!" | | | | | | | |
821 | Friend after friend departs | | | | | | | |
822 | Happy soul, thy days are ending | | | | | | | |
823 | Only waiting, till the shadows | | | | | | | |
824 | Jesus, while our hearts are bleeding | | | | | | | |
825 | Is this death? my life-day ending? | | | | | | | |
826 | Jesus lives! no longer now | | | | | | | |
827 | Wherefore should I make my moan | | | | | | | |
828 | Go to thy rest, dear child! | | | | | | | |
829 | I would not live alway; I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
830 | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
831 | The Lord shall come! the earth shall quake | | | | | | | |
832 | He comes, he comes! the Judge severe! | | | | | | | |
833 | The great archangel's trump shall sound | | | | | | | |
834 | Lo, the day of Christ's appearing | | | | | | | |
835 | Hark!--that shout of rapt'rous joy | | | | | | | |
836 | Christ is coming! let creation | | | | | | | |
837 | Lo! he comes with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
838 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
839 | And must I be to judgment brought | | | | | | | |
840 | And will the Judge descend? | | | | | | | |
841 | Thou Judge of quick and dead | | | | | | | |
842 | The day of wrath, that dreadful day | | | | | | | |
843 | Lift your heads, ye friends of Jesus | | | | | | | |
844 | Day of judgment,--day of wonders | | | | | | | |
845 | Great God! what do I see and hear! | | | | | | | |
846 | I will sing you a song of that beautiful land | | | | | | | |
847 | How happy is the pilgrim's lot | | | | | | | |
848 | My heavenly home is bright and fair | | | | | | | |
849 | There is a land mine eye hath seen | | | | | | | |
850 | While on the verge of life I stand | | | | | | | |
851 | Wait, till the shadows flee | | | | | | | |
852 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
853 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
854 | O let our thoughts and wishes fly | | | | | | | |
855 | Jerusalem, my happy home! | | | | | | | |
856 | Far from these narrow scenes of night | | | | | | | |
857 | Nor eye hath seen, nor ear hath heard | | | | | | | |
858 | There is a fold, whence none can stray | | | | | | | |
859 | O land of rest, for thee I sigh! | | | | | | | |
860 | There is a house not made with hands | | | | | | | |
861 | Give me the wings of faith to rise | | | | | | | |
862 | Forth to the land of promise bound | | | | | | | |
863 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
864 | I have a home above | | | | | | | |
865 | There is no night in heaven | | | | | | | |
866 | Ten thousand times ten thousand | | | | | | | |
867 | I'm but a stranger here | | | | | | | |
868 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
869 | 'Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
870 | Who are these arrayed in white | | | | | | | |
871 | Jerusalem, the golden | | | | | | | |
872 | There is a blessed home | | | | | | | |
873 | O Paradise, O Paradise | | | | | | | |
874 | One sweetly solemn thought | | | | | | | |
875 | O'er the hills the sun is setting | | | | | | | |
D1 | Praise God, from whom all blessings flow | | | | | | | |
D2 | To God the Father, God the Son | | | | | | | |
D3 | To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost | | | | | | | |
D4 | The God of mercy be adored | | | | | | | |
D5 | Ye angels round the throne | | | | | | | |
D6 | To God,--the Father, Son | | | | | | | |
D7 | Praise and honor to the Father | | | | | | | |
D8 | Great Jehovah! we adore thee | | | | | | | |
D9 | To God, the Father, Son | | | | | | | |
D10 | To thee be praise forever | | | | | | | |
D11 | Praise the name of God most high | | | | | | | |
D12 | Thy glory, O Lord! we joyfully sing | | | | | | | |
D13 | To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost | | | | | | | |
D14 | Sing we to our God above | | | | | | | |
D15 | Holy Father! Holy Son! | | | | | | | |
D16 | Glory be to the Father | | | | | | | |