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101 | Come sound his praise abroad | | | | | | | |
102 | Awake, my soul, in joyful lays | | | | | | | |
103 | Oh! for a shout of sacred joy | | | | | | | |
104 | Give thanks to God most high | | | | | | | |
105 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
106 | Awake thy song, O earth! | | | | | | | |
107 | Songs of praise the angels sang | | | | | | | |
108 | Jesus, I love thy charming name | | | | | | | |
109 | Oh, when shall I see Jesus | | | | | | | |
110 | In all my Lord's appointed ways | | | | | | | |
111 | There is a land of pleasure | | | | | | | |
112 | Lift up your hearts, Immanuel's friends | | | | | | | |
113 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
114 | Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger | | | | | | | |
115 | Come, brethren dear, who know the Lord | | | | | | | |
116 | Brethren, hear the martial sound | | | | | | | |
117 | I am a pilgrim, I am a stranger | | | | | | | |
118 | There is a heaven above the skies | | | | | | | |
119 | Daughter of Zion! awake from thy sadness | | | | | | | |
120 | Soldier of the cross, arise! | | | | | | | |
121 | Oh, for a breeze of heavenly love | | | | | | | |
122 | Pilgrim, burdened with thy sin | | | | | | | |
123 | "We've no abiding city here" | | | | | | | |
124 | By whom was David taught | | | | | | | |
125 | Brethren, while we sojourn here | | | | | | | |
126 | Come, let us join our friends above | | | | | | | |
127 | Death shall not destroy my comfort | | | | | | | |
128 | How peaceful is the closing scene | | | | | | | |
129 | Though born to suffer and to die | | | | | | | |
130 | When for eternal worlds we steer | | | | | | | |
131 | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
132 | There is a holy city | | | | | | | |
133 | Behold the Pilgrim as he dies | | | | | | | |
134 | Jerusalem, my happy home | | | | | | | |
135 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
136 | By faith we view fair Canaan's coast | | | | | | | |
137 | Heaven is a place of endless rest | | | | | | | |
138 | Jerusalem! my happy home | | | | | | | |
139 | I would not live alway; I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
140 | Sweet rivers of redeeming love | | | | | | | |
141 | Father, I long, I faint to see | | | | | | | |
142 | Far above yon glorious ceiling | | | | | | | |
143 | 'Tis pleasant to sing The sweet praise of our King | | | | | | | |
144 | What's this that steals upon my frame? | | | | | | | |
145 | Ye virgin souls, arise | | | | | | | |
146 | Have you heard, have you heard of that sun-bright clime | | | | | | | |
147 | Fly away to thy long-sought home on high! | | | | | | | |
148 | O land of rest, for thee I sigh! | | | | | | | |
149 | Oh, sing to me of heaven | | | | | | | |
150 | The heavenly home is bright and fair | | | | | | | |
151 | My rest is in heaven, my rest is not here | | | | | | | |
152 | Jerusalem! thy mansions fair | | | | | | | |
153 | How blessed the place where Jesus is! | | | | | | | |
154 | There is a place where my hopes are stayed | | | | | | | |
155 | I seek a place which is out of sight | | | | | | | |
156 | Oh, I have roamed through many lands | | | | | | | |
157 | There is a land, surpassing fair | | | | | | | |
158 | There is a land immortal | | | | | | | |
159 | Our bondage here shall end | | | | | | | |
160 | I am fading away to the land of the blest | | | | | | | |
161 | Awake, my faith, and bring to view | | | | | | | |
162 | See, Christian, see how time steals on | | | | | | | |
163 | Shed not a tear o'er your friend's early bier | | | | | | | |
164 | There's not a bright and beaming smile | | | | | | | |
165 | My mansion in the sky | | | | | | | |
166 | Precious Bible! what a treasure | | | | | | | |
167 | Holy Bible, book divine! | | | | | | | |
168 | God and his law are my delight | | | | | | | |
169 | How painfully pleasing the fond recollection | | | | | | | |
170 | Hail, the blest morn! see the great Mediator | | | | | | | |
171 | From the regions of love, lo! an angel descended | | | | | | | |
172 | Hither, ye faithful, haste with songs of triumph | | | | | | | |
173 | Zion! the marvelous story be telling | | | | | | | |
174 | Rise, crowned with light, imperial Salem, rise! | | | | | | | |
175 | Oh, how charming, oh, how charming | | | | | | | |
176 | Yes, the Redeemer rose | | | | | | | |
177 | Awake our drowsy souls | | | | | | | |
178 | The grave is void! the grave is void! | | | | | | | |
179 | Soon we shall see the glorious morning | | | | | | | |
180 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
181 | Night wraps the land where Jesus spoke | | | | | | | |
182 | Wake, Isles of the South! your redemption is near | | | | | | | |
183 | Watchman! tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
184 | Go forth to distant lands | | | | | | | |
185 | A voice from the savage, a voice from the slave | | | | | | | |
186 | Who will go to rear the standard | | | | | | | |
187 | Native land!--in summer smiling | | | | | | | |
188 | Yes, my native land, I love thee | | | | | | | |
189 | Saints, exult:--adieu to tears | | | | | | | |
190 | Though to a distant region | | | | | | | |
191 | They have gone to the land where the patriarchs rest | | | | | | | |
192 | Morn of Zion's glory | | | | | | | |
193 | Peacefully, tenderly, Here, as we part | | | | | | | |
194 | My dearest friends in bonds of love | | | | | | | |
195 | Farewell to thee, brother! we meet but to part | | | | | | | |
196 | Farewell, dear friends, I must be gone | | | | | | | |
197 | Oh! meet me at the throne of grace | | | | | | | |
198 | I'll meet thee at the hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
199 | When shall we all meet again? | | | | | | | |
200 | Hail, sweetest, dearest tie that binds | | | | | | | |