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| | | Abide with me, fast falls the eventide | Abide with me, fast falls the eventide | #d1 | | | | | Henry F. Lyte | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | 1 | | 0 | 217613 |
| | | There will be light at the river | After the life paths we're treading | #d2 | There will be light at the river | | | | Jennie Wilson | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | 0 | 220736 |
| | | When we walk the streets of gold | All our labor will be done | #d3 | When we walk the streets of gold | | | | Chesley Bray | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | 0 | 229671 |
| | | Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep | Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep | #d4 | | | | | Margaret Mackay | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | 0 | 252981 |
| | | Is there room for me | Beyond the sea where fadeless glories gleam | #d5 | There's room, yes, room | | | | J. B. Vaughan | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | 0 | 272389 |
| | | Heaven is nearer since mother is there | Dark are the windows, no flickering glow | #d6 | Heaven is nearer since mother is there | | | | Blanche C. Patterson | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | 0 | 322709 |
| | | Farewell, dear friends and loved ones | Dear friends, the time is drawing near | #d7 | Farewell, dear friends and loved ones | | | | Lura Ritchey | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | 0 | 325657 |
| | | We shall meet at the beautiful gate | Dear mother, safe on that bright shore | #d8 | Beautiful gate of pearly white | | | | J. M. Hunter | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | 0 | 327180 |
| | | Gathering flowers for the Master's bouquet | Death is an angel sent down from above | #d9 | Gathering flowers for the Master's bouquet | | | | Marvin E. Baumgardner | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | 0 | 328654 |
| | | Heaven holds all to me | Earth holds no treasures but perish with using | #d10 | Heaven holds all to me | | | | Tillitt S. Teddlie | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | 0 | 336860 |
| | | Won't that be a happy, grand reunion | Earthly homes are often torn asunder | #d11 | Won't that be a happy, grand reunion | | | | John A. McClung | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | 0 | 337144 |
| | | Till we meet, till we meet | God be with you till we meet again | #d12 | Till we meet, till we meet | | | | Jeremiah Eames Rankin | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | 1 | | 0 | 377554 |
| | | Goodbye, but not forever | Goodbye dear one, goodbye | #d13 | | | | | R. E. Winsett | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | 0 | 388207 |
| | | The beautiful pearly gate | Have you heard of that bright city | #d14 | Over there, the angels wait | | | | A. J. Buchanan | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | 0 | 412520 |
| | | An empty mansion | Here I labor and toil as I look for a home | #d15 | There's a mansion now empty | | | | J. B. Karnes | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | 0 | 421551 |
| | | When I take my vacation in heaven | Here so many are taking vacation | #d16 | When I take my vacation in heaven | | | | Herbert Buffum | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | 0 | 422120 |
| | | For the soul that's redeemed | Homeless here the soul may rove | #d17 | Brighter the way, groweth each day | | | | James Rowe | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | 0 | 430843 |
| | | Till we shall meet, farewell | How dark the gloom, how sad the hour | #d18 | | | | | L. O. Bynum | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | 0 | 435265 |
| | | Dear mother, I'll be there | How oft in fancy I recall | #d19 | Dear mother, I'll be there | | | | Will | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | 0 | 441369 |
| | | We shall meet some day | How our hearts ache with grief | #d20 | We shall meet where no storm clouds gather | | | | Tillitt S. Teddlie | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | 0 | 441468 |
| | | If I could hear my mother pray again | How sweet and happy seem those days | #d21 | | | | | James Rowe | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | 0 | 444607 |
| | | I'm just going over Jordan | I am a poor wayfaring pilgrim | #d22 | I'm just going over Jordan | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | 0 | 449703 |
| | | Will you meet me over yonder | I am bound for that bright city | #d23 | Will you meet me over yonder | | | | R. E. Winsett | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | 0 | 449924 |
| | | Will you meet me in the morning | I am going home to glory to that city bright | #d24 | Will you meet me in the morning | | | | R. E. Winsett | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | 0 | 450760 |
| | | What are they doing in heaven today | I am thinking of friends whom I used to know | #d25 | What are they doing in heaven today | | | | Charles Albert Tindley | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | 0 | 453085 |
| | | I dreamed I searched heaven for you | I dreamed I had gone to that city | #d26 | I dreamed I searched heaven for you | | | | Mary Ethel Wiess | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | 0 | 456177 |
| | | That little old mother of mine | I had the best friend | #d27 | She has gone from me now | | | | D. E. Bain | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | 0 | 456985 |
| | | Where we'll never grow old | I have heard of a land on the far away strand | #d28 | Never grow old | | | | James C. Moore | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | 0 | 458710 |
| | | Only one step more | I have known a life of sorrow | #d29 | One step more from earth to heaven | | | | R. E. Winsett | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | 0 | 458838 |
| | | The city not made with hands | I have read of the beautiful city | #d30 | O that beautiful, heavenly city | | | | Della W. Tallent | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | 0 | 459105 |
| | | I have no mother | I hear the low winds sweeping through every bush and tree | #d31 | | | | | J. J. Smith | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | 0 | 459677 |
| | | A dream of home | I sat alone at midnight hour | #d32 | He's coming home, O joyful thought | | | | T. J. Swanzey | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | 0 | 469503 |
| | | Nobody answered me | I wandered again to my old cabin home | #d33 | I called and I called, but nobody answered | | | | Albert E. Brumley | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | 0 | 472675 |
| | | If you see my Savior tell him | I was standing by the bedside of a neighbor | #d34 | If you see my Savior tell him | | | | Thomas A. Dorsey | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | 0 | 474615 |
| | | I'll meet you in the morning | I will meet you in the morning by the bright | #d35 | I'll meet you in the morning | | | | Albert E. Brumley | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | 0 | 475250 |
| | | Home of the soul | I will sing you a song of that [a] [the] beautiful | #d36 | | | | | Ellen M. H. Gates | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | 0 | 475928 |
| | | Shake hands with mother again | If I should be living when Jesus comes | #d37 | 'Twill be a wonderful happy day | | | | W. A. Berry | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | 0 | 486198 |
| | | Do Not Wait Til I'm Laid 'Neath the Clay | If you have any flowers on my grave to bestow | #d38 | Do not wait 'til I'm under the clay | | | | Morgan Williams | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | 0 | 488085 |
| | | Look for me at the gate | If you should reach heaven before I arrive | #d39 | Just look for me at the gate | | | | M. H. McKee | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | 0 | 488216 |
| | | My Reward | I'll wear a crown of glory | #d40 | When I get home | | | | Nina Clarke | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | 0 | 478244 |
| | | I'm going home to glory soon | I'm going home to glory soon | #d41 | | | | | R. E. Winsett | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | 0 | 479496 |
| | | That home in glory | I'm going home tomorrow, where there's no care | #d42 | | | | | Travis Bottoms | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | 0 | 479503 |
| | | My mother's in heaven | I'm only an orphan | #d43 | My mother's in heaven | | | | Albert E. Brumley | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | 0 | 480545 |
| | | The old family circle | In an old fashion cabin | #d44 | Will the old family circle be united up there | | | | Albert Trent | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | 0 | 490370 |
| | | Hallelujah, we shall rise | In the resurrection morning when the trump of God shall sound | #d45 | We shall rise | | | | J. Edmond Thomas | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | 0 | 497321 |
| | | When I make my last move | I've been traveling for Jesus | #d46 | When I move to the sky | | | | Herbert Buffum | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | 0 | 481714 |
| | | I'll see them again | I've treasures laid up in that city of God | #d47 | | | | | W. O. McKinney | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | 0 | 483251 |
| | | Gathering buds | Jesus has taken a beautiful bud | #d48 | | | | | James Rowe | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | 0 | 512325 |
| | | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | #d49 | | | | | Charles Wesley, 1707-1788 | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | 1 | | 0 | 519330 |
| | | That beautiful picture | Last night by the fireside, dreaming | #d50 | 'Twas Jesus calling from heaven | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | 0 | 542005 |