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3 | O Dew of heaven, fall Upon this Rose! | | | | | |  | |
4 | Passing thro' this world of sorrow | | | | | |  | |
5 | Raise we now our morning song | | | | | |  | |
6 | I am waiting by the river | | | | | |  | |
7a | As o'er the past my mem'ry strays | | | | | |  | |
7b | My soul, come meditate the day | | | | | |  | |
8 | 'Tis pleasant to sing the sweet praise of our King | | | | | |  | |
9 | Dear Jesus, ever at my side | | | | | |  | |
10 | Guide me, oh, my blessed Saviour | | | | | |  | |
11 | Lo, the zephyr, softly breathing | [Lo, the zephyr, softly breathing] | | | | |  | |
12 | Far from the narrow scenes of night | | | | | |  | |
13 | I would not live alway: I ask not to stay | | | | | |  | |
14 | I long to go home to the land of rest | | | | | |  | |
15 | See the shining dewdrops | | | | | |  | |
16 | The world looks very pretty | | | | | |  | |
17 | I long for that sweet rest | | | | | |  | |
18 | I've a home far away, in the regions immortal | | | | | |  | |
19 | I love the blessed Saviour, Who guards me day by day | [I love the blessed Saviour] | | | | |  | |
20 | Shall we all arrive in glory | | | | | |  | |
21 | Jesus, Master, whose I am | | | | | |  | |
22 | In thy hands, dear Lord, where else could I be | | | | | |  | |
23 | Through the love of God our Saviour | | | | | |  | |
24 | When the way seems long and dreary | | | | | |  | |
26a | Take the praise we bring thee, Lord | | | | | |  | |
26b | Far out on the deep rolling ocean | | | | | |  | |
28 | I have found Jesus, Of whom the prophets spake | | | | | |  | |
29 | Earthly cares will soon be ended | | | | | |  | |
30 | Over the river I hear the song | | | | | |  | |
31 | Christ, of all my hopes the ground | | | | | |  | |
32 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | |  | |
33 | All hail the power of Jesus' name! | | | | | |  | |
34 | We are singing, praises bringing | | | | | |  | |
35 | Jesus, Lover of my soul | | | | | |  | |
36 | This our constant motto be | | | | | |  | |
37 | Home of the blest, sweet visions of love | | | | | |  | |
38 | I am still with Thee, Where'er I stray | | | | | |  | |
39 | Come, ye wand'rers, now forsaken | [Come, ye wand'rers, now forsaken] | | |  | |  | |
40 | Beyond the dark valley and shadow and death | | | | | |  | |
41 | My heav'nly home is bright and fair | | | | | |  | |
42 | Come unto me when shadows darkly gather | | | | | |  | |
43 | The twilight falls, the night is near | | | | | |  | |
44 | Welcome, friends, we give you greeting | | | | | |  | |
45 | What tho' clouds are round about thee | [What tho' clouds are round about thee] | | | | |  | |
46 | Oh, to cheer us, be thou near us | | | | | |  | |
47 | Room at the Cross for a trembling soul | | | | | |  | |
48 | Lead me, O my Shepherd, lead me | | | | | |  | |
49 | Listen! listen! he is there | | | | | |  | |
50 | There's a land beyond this dreary world | | | | | |  | |
51 | My Father's house on high | | | | | |  | |
52 | The misty clouds hang round my way | | | | | |  | |
54 | There's a beautiful haven far over the sea | | | | | |  | |
55 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | |  | |
56 | No night in heav'n, that blessed chime | | | | | |  | |
57 | Oh, when shall I dwell in my Father's bright home | | | | | |  | |
58 | Holy Bible! book divine! | | | | | |  | |
59 | Oh, where shall my soul find a haven of rest | | | | | |  | |
60 | Soul, thy fettered wings unfold | | | | | |  | |
61 | Jesus is precious; Jesus is mine | | | | | |  | |
62 | We meet again, this Sabbath day | | | | | |  | |
64 | Over Jordan we shall meet | | | | | |  | |
65 | Wide, ye heav'nly gates, unfold | | | | | |  | |
66 | God is weighing you, my brother! | | | | | |  | |
67 | After the toil and turmoil | | | | | |  | |
68 | I have been talking with Jesus today | | | | | |  | |
70 | Now be the gospel banner | | | | | |  | |
71 | What have I ever done for Jesus | | | | | |  | |
72 | I lay my sins on Jesus | | | | | |  | |
73 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me | | | | | |  | |
74 | Beautiful morning, welcome thy dawning! | | | | | |  | |
75 | Ah, this heart shall cease its longing | | | | | |  | |
76 | Soldier of Christ, art thou famished and weary | | | | | |  | |
77 | O land of rest, for thee I sigh | | | | | |  | |
78 | We're a happy pilgrim band | | | | | |  | |