# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
103 | The waters are troubled, O sinner, draw near | | | | | | | |
104 | 'Tis sweet to sing of the land of the blest | | | | | | | |
105 | In the twilight I am calling | | | | | | | |
106 | What port are you making, my brother | | | | | | | |
107 | Brother, is thy burden heavy | | | | | | | |
108 | When Sabbath's sacred morning light | | | | | | | |
109 | Savior! Thy dying love, Thou gavest me | | | | | | | |
110 | Closer, still closer, my Saviour, to thee | | | | | | | |
111 | When this earthly life is over | | | | | | | |
112 | Will you come to the cross? | | | | | | | |
113 | It is just across the river | | | | | | | |
114 | When the storm clouds round us gather | | | | | | | |
115 | There's a band of angel watchers | | | | | | | |
116 | "I'll meet thee at the eastern gate" | | | | | | | |
117 | Let me cling to thy hand, dear Father | | | | | | | |
118 | We soon shall find rest in the land of the blest | | | | | | | |
119 | Pass me not by, my Savior | | | | | | | |
120 | Hark! hark! my soul, angelic songs are swelling | | | | | | | |
121 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me | | | | | | | |
122 | We must never falter, never fear | | | | | | | |
123 | The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ | | | | | | | |
124 | Father, O hear me! Bend from above | | | | | | | |
125 | When your heart is weary | | | | | | | |
126 | When we've crossed death's solemn river | | | | | | | |
127 | If a gem of priceless value | | | | | | | |
128 | Over the river, to mansions so fair | | | | | | | |
129 | Just as I am, By grief oppressed | | | | | | | |
130 | Let not your hearts be troubled, Tho' stormy days you see | | | | | | | |
131 | Sounding o'er the deep blue waters | | | | | | | |
132 | Mournfully, tearfully, Hear the bell toll | | | | | | | |
132b | They're waiting for us on that beautiful shore | | | | | | | |
136 | There is a happy home | | | | | | | |
140 | The night to day was turning | | | | | | | |
143 | Why do you love the sparkling water? | | | | | | | |
144 | Hark! what notes of joy | | | | | | | |
146 | The old year died last night, good bye | | | | | | | |
147 | There are lonely hearts to cherish | | | | | | | |
148 | Oh wanderer, turn from the path thou dost tread! | | | | | | | |
150 | In that blissful summer land | | | | | | | |
152 | There's a beautiful land on the other shore | | | | | | | |
154 | Over the darkened homes of men | | | | | | | |
155 | Hither we come on this festive night | | | | | | | |
156 | With tearful eyes I look around | | | | | | | |
157a | There is a reaper whose name is Death | | | | | | | |
157b | A little while the winds may blow | | | | | | | |
158a | Here, where our land is bright | | | | | | | |
158b | Here, where our land is bright | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal has not been proofed - data may be incomplete or incorrect]