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149a | Where, O where are the Hebrew children | SAFE IN THE PROMISED LAND | | | | | | |
149b | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
150a | Home at last, home at last | | | | | | | |
150b | With faces turned for Zion's hill | | | | | | | |
151a | Soon my last setting sun | | | | | | | |
151b | When by the dreadful tempest borne | | | | | | | |
152a | With open face I now behold | | | | | | | |
152b | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
153a | They that wait upon the Saviour | | | | | | | |
153b | Children of the heav'nly King | | | | | | | |
154 | Nothing but leaves the spirit grieves | | | | | | | |
155 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
156a | My wounded spirit sighs | | | | | | | |
156b | Before Jehovah's gracious throne | | | | | | | |
157 | Only leaves, and yet the summer | | | | | | | |
158 | Let us gather up the sunbeams | | | | | | | |
159 | O we're a band of brethren dear, I belong to this band, Hallelujah | | | | | | | |
160 | The decade thrice with weary round | | | | | | | |
161a | When shall we meet again? | | | | | | | |
161b | Yet onward I haste to the heavenly feast | | | | | | | |
162a | When shall we all meet again? | | | | | | | |
162b | Come and let us sweetly join | | | | | | | |
162c | Come thou Fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
163a | My brother I wish you well | [My brother, I wish you well] | | | | | | |
163b | Say, brother [brothers], will you meet me [us] | | | | | | | |
164 | The golden orbs that gem the sky | | | | | | | |
165 | On a lone earthly isle | | | | | | | |
166 | Though the pleasures of earth be fleeting | | | | | | | |
167 | Behold! how short is my career | | | | | | | |
168 | A few more years shall roll | | | | | | | |
169 | Vain world, vain world, why flatter so | | | | | | | |
170a | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
170b | I'm but a stranger [traveler] here, heaven is my home | | | | | | | |
171 | The young, the loved, the beautiful | | | | | | | |
172 | To thy praise, how bright this morning | | | | | | | |
173 | Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high | | | | | | | |
174a | Wake, my soul, with beams of gladness | | | | | | | |
174b | We lift our hearts to thee, O [Our] [Thou] Day-Star | | | | | | | |
175a | Now the Sabbath eve declining | | | | | | | |
175b | Savior, breathe an evening blessing | | | | | | | |
176a | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
176b | Happy soul, thy days are ended [ending] | | | | | | | |
177 | O for heaven's holy sanction | | | | | | | |
178 | How swift the tides, that rush along | | | | | | | |
179 | O when shall I dwell in a mansion | | | | | | | |
180 | There's a beautiful land on high | | | | | | | |
181 | We're climbing the mountain of blessing | | | | | | | |
182 | We'll hasten to the promised land | | | | | | | |
183 | We're going home, we've had visions bright | | | | | | | |
184 | Come, let us sing of that sweet land | | | | | | | |
185 | Beyond the shadows of doubt and fears | | | | | | | |
186 | Above the blue, ethereal skies | | | | | | | |
187 | How sweet the thought, I'm on the way | | | | | | | |
188a | There is a beautiful world Where saints and angels sing | | | | | | | |
188b | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
189a | I am waiting by the river, and | | | | | | | |
189b | How happy is the pilgrim's lot | | | | | | | |
189c | Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone | | | | | | | |
190 | O, think of a home over there | | | | | | | |
191a | Over the river, I'm going | | | | | | | |
191b | I would not live alway, I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
192a | Joyfully, joyfully, onward I [we] move | | | | | | | |
192b | Here I'll raise my Ebenezer | | | | | | | |
193a | If you get there before I do | | | | | | | |
193b | Children of the heavenly King | | | | | | | |
193c | He who so patiently | | | | | | | |
193d | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
194a | Out on an ocean all boundless we ride | | | | | | | |
194b | Oh! we're a band of brethren dear | | | | | | | |
194c | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
195 | Beyond the smiling and the weeping | | | | | | | |
196a | My portion now is sought | | | | | | | |
196b | But we, frail sojourners below | | | | | | | |
197a | I want to be with Jesus, And with | | | | | | | |
197b | Jerusalem! my happy home! | | | | | | | |
197c | Vain are all terrestrial pleasures | | | | | | | |
198 | O when shall I sweep through the gates | | | | | | | |
199a | While through this world we roam | | | | | | | |
199b | Jesus my all to heaven is gone | | | | | | | |
200a | Beautiful land, beautiful shore | | | | | | | |
200b | On every sunny mountain | | | | | | | |
201 | Just waiting by the river side | | | | | | | |
202 | There's a beautiful place where my fondest hopes are stayed | | | | | | | |
203 | My day on earth will soon be past | | | | | | | |
204a | Are we almost there? are we almost there | ARE WE ALMOST THERE! | | | | | | |
204b | How sweet the hour of closing day | | | | | | | |
205 | Passing thro' Jordan's waves! | | | | | | | |
206 | Let me go where saints are going | | | | | | | |
207a | My soul's full of glory, inspiring [which fires] [it fires] my tongue | | | | | | | |
207b | Who in Jesus confide | | | | | | | |
208 | Peacefully lay her down to rest | | | | | | | |
209 | Through grace we'll land in glory too | | | | | | | |
210 | Passing dreamy symbol shades | | | | | | | |
211 | What's this that steals, that steals upon my frame | | | | | | | |
212 | My toils are almost o'er | | | | | | | |
213 | My life's a shade | | | | | | | |
214 | And our fathers, they'll be there | | | | | | | |
215a | O how bright the eternal morning | | | | | | | |
215b | There saints of all ages, in harmony meet | | | | | | | |
216 | O the rapturous vision see, Jesus comes | | | | | | | |