# | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
301 | A home in heaven! what a joyful thought | | | | | |  | |
302 | There comes a day, a fearful day | | | | | |  | |
303 | There is a spot to me more dear | | | | | |  | |
304 | We're bound for the land of the pure and the holy | | | | | |  | |
305 | While wandering to and fro | | | | | |  | |
306 | In pure and fervent devotion | | | | | |  | |
307 | In error's ways you vainly roam | | | | | |  | |
308 | Brethren, here are mourners pleading | | | | | |  | |
309 | Religion is the balm of life | | | | | |  | |
310 | My days, my weeks, my months, my years | | | | | |  | |
311 | How sweet to reflect on those joys that await me | | | | | |  | |
312 | I'll sing my Saviour's grace, and his dear name I'll praise | | | | | |  | |
313 | My Lord, my Life, at last to thee | | | | | |  | |
314 | While in this hostile region | | | | | |  | |
315 | Firmly, brethren, firmly stand | | | | | |  | |
316 | Happy the spirit released from its clay | | | | | |  | |
317 | Joyfully, joyfully, onward I move | | | | | |  | |
318 | Come, trembling sinner, from thy seat | | | | | |  | |
319 | When morning pours its golden rays | | | | | |  | |
320 | Love! love! love! Love for the fallen weak! | | | | | |  | |
321 | Away from his home and the friends of his youth | | | | | |  | |
322 | Wo, wo, to the sinner, who lives in his sin | | | | | |  | |
323 | O! no, we cannot sing the song | | | | | |  | |
324 | Afflictions, though they seem severe | | | | | |  | |
325 | Jerusalem! built grandly high | | | | | |  | |
326 | Love sounds in her sighs, love flows from her eyes | | | | | |  | |
327 | God counts the sorrows of his saints | | | | | |  | |
328 | By faith I view my Saviour dying | | | | | |  | |
329 | Blessed hour, when mortal man retires | | | | | |  | |
330 | Happy the man whose bliss supreme | | | | | |  | |
331 | Thou God of mercy, light, and love | | | | | |  | |
332 | Oh, praise the Lord! his name extol | | | | | |  | |
333 | The morning bright, With rosy light | | | | | |  | |
334 | A strong tower is the Lord our God | | | | | |  | |
335 | Now sendest thou thine autumn, Lord! | | | | | |  | |
336 | I'm travelling to another sphere | | | | | |  | |
337 | Soul, why to earth a toiling slave | | | | | |  | |
338 | Six days the Lord employed | | | | | |  | |
339 | Father in heaven! the morning rays | | | | | |  | |
340 | Our heavenly Father! let thy name | | | | | |  | |
341 | Our gracious Saviour and our Lord | | | | | |  | |
342 | Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims | | | | | |  | |
343 | Beneath our feet and o'er our head | | | | | |  | |
344 | When Jacob, the pilgrim, was wearied by day | | | | | |  | |
345 | Up to thee, Almighty Father | | | | | |  | |
346 | What is there here to court my stay | | | | | |  | |
347 | Thy gracious presence, O my God | | | | | |  | |
348 | My Christian friends, weep not for me | | | | | |  | |
349 | Gone, gone from earth's wearisome trials and wo | | | | | |  | |
350 | Clime! beneath whose genial sun | | | | | |  | |
351 | My name is now in heaven recorded | | | | | |  | |
352 | Fly up, my soul, and view the plains | | | | | |  | |
353 | Mourn, my harp, the soon departed! | | | | | |  | |
354 | Lord, thou hast with thee on high | | | | | |  | |
355 | Aloft! aloft! the spirit plumes her wings | | | | | |  | |
356 | Oh, tell me no more | | | | | |  | |
357 | A stranger dejected and weary | | | | | |  | |
358 | The voice of my belovéd sounds | | | | | |  | |
359 | At Jacob's well a Stranger sought | | | | | |  | |
360 | How blest the righteous are | | | | | |  | |
361 | The bird let loose from eastern skies | | | | | |  | |
362 | There is a God! awe-struck, I feel | | | | | |  | |
363 | When, O Creator, when thy might | | | | | |  | |
364 | We are one in sinful nature | | | | | |  | |
365 | How blest the man well-doing | | | | | |  | |
366 | Proclaim, ye ransomed ones, proclaim | | | | | |  | |
367 | Christ, from his glorious throne on high | | | | | |  | |
368 | Our Father God, the God of power | | | | | |  | |
369 | Lo! the gospel ship is sailing | | | | | |  | |