# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
a54 | Forever here my rest shall be | | | | | | | |
a55 | Let us adore the eternal Word | | | | | | | |
a56 | In memory of the Savior's love | | | | | | | |
a57 | Alas! and did my Savior bleed | | | | | | | |
a58 | As on the cross the Savior hung | | | | | | | |
a59 | Behold the Savior of mankind | | | | | | | |
a60 | Saw ye my Saviour | | | | | | | |
a61 | O the agonizing prayer | | | | | | | |
a62 | 'TIs midnight; and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
a63 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
a64 | Jesus, be endless praise to thee | | | | | | | |
a65 | Go to thy rest fair child | | | | | | | |
a66 | Lord, what a feeble piece | | | | | | | |
a67 | And must this body die | | | | | | | |
a68 | The bosom where I oft have lain | | | | | | | |
a69 | In this lone hour of deep distress | | | | | | | |
a70 | So fades the lovely blooming flower | | | | | | | |
a71 | Why should we start and fear to die | | | | | | | |
a72 | Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
a73 | How blest the righteous when he dies | | | | | | | |
a74 | Why do we mourn departing friends | | | | | | | |
a75 | Hark, from the tomb a doleful sound | | | | | | | |
a76 | Thy life I read, my dearest Lord | | | | | | | |
a77 | And let this feeble body fail | | | | | | | |
a78 | Sister, thou wast mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
a79 | Jesus, while our hearts are bleeding | | | | | | | |
a80 | Brother, thou hast left us lonely | | | | | | | |
a81 | When blooming youth is santch'd away | | | | | | | |
a82 | Far from affliction, toil and care | | | | | | | |
a83 | How happy are these little ones | | | | | | | |
a84 | Why should our tears in sorrow flow | | | | | | | |
a85 | Fond parents, calm the heaving breast | | | | | | | |
a86 | Teach me the measure of my days | | | | | | | |
a87 | What though the arm of conquering death | | | | | | | |
a88 | Soft be the turf on thy dear breast | | | | | | | |
a89 | There is a glorious world on high | | | | | | | |
a90 | Though love may weep, with breaking heart | | | | | | | |
a91 | The time is short ere all that live | | | | | | | |
a92 | Saviour, breathe an evening blessing | | | | | | | |
a93 | The day is past and gone | | | | | | | |
a94 | The day is past and gone | | | | | | | |
a95 | Thus far the Lord has led me on | | | | | | | |
a96 | Glory to thee, my God, this night | | | | | | | |
a97 | Abide with me fast falls the eventide | | | | | | | |
a98 | In mercy Lord, remember me | | | | | | | |
a99 | Indulgent Father, by whose care | | | | | | | |
a100 | Upon the pillow of thy love | | | | | | | |
a101 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
a102 | Softly fades the twilight ray | | | | | | | |
a103 | Softly now the light of day | | | | | | | |
a104 | I'm but a stranger here | | | | | | | |
a105 | O land of rest for thee I sigh | | | | | | | |
a106 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
a107 | Come let us now forget our mirth | | | | | | | |
a108 | From thee, my God, my joys shall rise | | | | | | | |
a109 | There is a house not made with hands | | | | | | | |
a110 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
a111 | Oh, sing to me of heaven | | | | | | | |
a112 | I have a home above | | | | | | | |
a113 | Oh, for the death of those | | | | | | | |
a114 | There's a beautiful, beautiful land | | | | | | | |
a115 | My heavenly home is bright and fair | | | | | | | |
a116 | My latest sun is sinking fast | | | | | | | |
a117 | High in yonder realms of light | | | | | | | |
a118 | There is a land immortal | | | | | | | |
a119 | How vain is all beneath the skies | | | | | | | |
a120 | Let me go where saints are going | | | | | | | |
a121 | Shall we meet beyond the river | | | | | | | |
a122 | I will sing you a song of that beautiful land | | | | | | | |
a123 | One sweetly solemn thought | | | | | | | |
a124 | Oh, think of the home over there | | | | | | | |
a125 | There is a calm for those who weep | | | | | | | |
a126 | How bright is the day when the Christian | | | | | | | |
a127 | Jerusalem my happy home | | | | | | | |
a128 | While through this changing world I roam | | | | | | | |
a129 | Oh, could our thoughts and wishes fly | | | | | | | |
a130 | There is an hour of hallowed peace | | | | | | | |
a131 | Awake, ye saints, and raise your eyes | | | | | | | |
a132 | Come hither all ye weary souls | | | | | | | |
a133 | Say, sinner, hath a voice within | | | | | | | |
a134 | Oh, do not let the word depart | | | | | | | |
a135 | Jesus, dear name, how sweet it sounds | | | | | | | |
a136 | While life prolongs its precious light | | | | | | | |
a137 | With tearful eyes I look around | | | | | | | |
a138 | Come, humble sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
a139 | Return, O wanderer, now return | | | | | | | |
a140 | Oh, what amazing words of grace | | | | | | | |
a141 | I heard the voice of Jesus say | | | | | | | |
a142 | O weary wanderer, come home | | | | | | | |
a143 | Come, children learn to fear the Lord | | | | | | | |
a144 | Remember thy Creator | | | | | | | |
a145 | Go thou in life's fair morning | | | | | | | |
a146 | Today the Saviour calls | | | | | | | |
a147 | And canst thou sinner slight | | | | | | | |
a148 | Ye sinners, fear the Lord | | | | | | | |
a149 | Now is th'accepted time | | | | | | | |
a150 | Give to the Lord thine heart | | | | | | | |
a151 | Come, ye sinners, poor and needy | | | | | | | |
a152 | Sinners, will you scorn the message | | | | | | | |
a153 | Child of sin and sorrow | | | | | | | |