# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
a576 | "Are we almost there? are we almost there?" | | | | | | | |
a577 | Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning! | | | | | | | |
a578 | O, no, we cannot sing our songs | | | | | | | |
a579 | On time's temptuous ocean wide | | | | | | | |
a580 | We're going to see the bleeding Lamb | | | | | | | |
a581 | Saviour, visit thy plantation | | | | | | | |
a582 | Let vain pursuits and vain desires | | | | | | | |
a583 | Arise, my soul, arise! | | | | | | | |
a584 | Behold, how good a thing | | | | | | | |
a585 | We have heard from the bright, the better land | | | | | | | |
a586 | Sing praise! the tomb is void | | | | | | | |
a587 | Together let us sweetly live | | | | | | | |
a588 | It is the hour of Time's Farewell | | | | | | | |
a589 | Away from his home and the friends of his youth | | | | | | | |
a590 | Heav'nly Father, sov'reign Lord | | | | | | | |
a591 | I love this pure religion | | | | | | | |
a592 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
a593 | Now condescend, Almighty king | | | | | | | |
a594 | The pearl that worldlings covet | | | | | | | |
a595 | Must Simon bear his cross alone | | | | | | | |
a596 | The day is past and gone | | | | | | | |
a597 | Amazing grace! how sweet the sound | | | | | | | |
a598 | Hark, my soul, it is the Lord! | | | | | | | |
a599 | Lord, accept our feeble song! | | | | | | | |
a600 | How tedious and tasteless the hours | | | | | | | |
a601 | The church in her militant state | | | | | | | |
a602 | Let thy kingdom, blessed Saviour | | | | | | | |
a603 | O, come, come away! For time's career is closing | | | | | | | |
a604 | O hail, happy day, that speaks our trials ended | | | | | | | |
a605 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
a606 | Jerusalem, my glorious home | | | | | | | |
a607 | O, my soul, what means this sadness? | | | | | | | |
a608 | How precious is the name, brethren sing, brethren sing | | | | | | | |
a609 | I have sought round the verdant earth | | | | | | | |
a610 | Now the Saviour stands a pleading | | | | | | | |
a611 | What vessel are you sailing in? | | | | | | | |
a612 | Jesus, let thy pitying eye | | | | | | | |
a613 | What sound is this salutes my ear? | | | | | | | |
a614 | Worthy, worthy is the Lamb | | | | | | | |
a615 | Preserved by thine Almighty power | | | | | | | |
a616 | O happy day that fixed my choice | | | | | | | |
a617 | When for eternal worlds we steer | | | | | | | |
a618 | When shall the saints forever rest | | | | | | | |
a619 | A poor wayfaring man of grief | | | | | | | |
a620 | Hark! the morning bells are ringing! | | | | | | | |
a621 | As Time's last sands seemed wasting | | | | | | | |
a622 | Farewell, vain world, I bid adieu! | | | | | | | |
a623 | Sweet Sabbath school, place dear to me | | | | | | | |
a624 | Attend, ye saints, and hear me tell | | | | | | | |
a625 | There is a happy land | | | | | | | |
a626 | The Lord into his garden comes | | | | | | | |
a627 | Sinner, go, will you go | | | | | | | |
a628 | What poor despised company | | | | | | | |
a629 | Jesus, the Life, the Truth, the Way | | | | | | | |
a630 | Come, my brethren, let us try | | | | | | | |
a631 | O how beautiful their feet | | | | | | | |
a632 | Today, if you will hear his voice | | | | | | | |
a633 | O thou, who, when we did complain | | | | | | | |
a634 | To your Creator, God | | | | | | | |
a635 | The promises I sing | | | | | | | |
a636 | Rejoice-- the Lord is King | | | | | | | |
a637 | Jesus, high in glory | | | | | | | |
a638 | The Gospel train is coming | | | | | | | |
a639 | Ye who rose to meet the Lord | | | | | | | |
a640 | Lift your glad voices in triumph on high | | | | | | | |
a641 | That warning voice, O sinner hear! | | | | | | | |
a642 | Little children, pilgrim band | | | | | | | |
a643 | Hear us now, O our Father | | | | | | | |
a644 | Nothing either great or small | | | | | | | |
a645 | I'm going to be a soldier | | | | | | | |
a646 | Why that look of sadness? | | | | | | | |
a647 | Come, all ye sons of Zion | | | | | | | |
a648 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
a649 | O careless sinners, come | | | | | | | |
a650 | Come and reign; come and reign | | | | | | | |
a651 | By whom was David taught | | | | | | | |
a652 | Long time, my Saviour, I've been waiting | | | | | | | |
a653 | The judgment day is rolling on | | | | | | | |
a654 | While toiling thro' earths howling waste | | | | | | | |
a655 | O, behold the holy city | | | | | | | |
a656 | I love the holy Son of God | | | | | | | |
a657 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
a658 | The great, tremendous day's approaching | | | | | | | |
a659 | Onward time is rolling, fast the moments fly | | | | | | | |
a660 | Young people all, attention give | | | | | | | |
a661 | 'Round the world alarm is ringing | | | | | | | |
a662 | Skeptic spare that book | | | | | | | |
a663 | O Lord! hasten the time | | | | | | | |
a664 | We shall greet them at home, we shall greet them | | | | | | | |
a665 | Hear the glorious proclamation | | | | | | | |
a666 | I love it, I love it, and who shall dare | | | | | | | |
a667 | The midnight cry in mercy sounds | | | | | | | |
a668 | When Christ, the Lord, was doom'd to die | | | | | | | |
a669 | List to the joyful news sounding so clear | | | | | | | |
a670 | How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
a671 | The Bridegroom is coming, O hark, hear the cry! | | | | | | | |
a672 | The people called Christians how many things they tell | | | | | | | |
a673 | We'll meet ere long in our happy Eden home | | | | | | | |
a674 | Though trouble assail and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
a675 | I'm sighing for home, where the King in his glory | | | | | | | |