| # | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
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| d1 | A little while longer to tarry | | | | | | | |
| d2 | Angels are coming with words of love | | | | | | | |
| d3 | Courage, faint heart, why all these fears | | | | | | | |
| d4 | Floating on the breath of evening | | | | | | | |
| d5 | Gentle twilight, softly stealing | | | | | | | |
| d6 | God is love, his mercy brightens | | | | | | | |
| d7 | Heavenly Father we beseeach thee, great thy | | | | | | | |
| d8 | I hear sweet angel voices | | | | | | | |
| d9 | I'm but a stranger [traveler] here, heaven is my home | | | | | | | |
| d10 | In the silence of the midnight | | | | | | | |
| d11 | I've reached the land of corn and wine | | | | | | | |
| d12 | Joy to the world, the darkness flies | | | | | | | |
| d13 | Morn amid the mountains | | | | | | | |
| d14 | My days are not many, my moments but few | | | | | | | |
| d15 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
| d16 | O how sweet it is to think | | | | | | | |
| d17 | O we are the reapers that garner in the sheaves of the good | | | | | | | |
| d18 | Shall we meet beyond the river, where the surges | | | | | | | |
| d19 | Soft and low those angel voices | | | | | | | |
| d20 | The hosts of God, they come to us | | | | | | | |
| d21 | The path of life seems dark and drear | | | | | | | |
| d22 | There is a land of endless day | | | | | | | |
| d23 | There's a land that is fairer [brighter] than day | | | | | | | |
| d24 | This world of strife is not our home | | | | | | | |
| d25 | We have looked on the old in its glory | | | | | | | |
| d26 | We love no triumphs sprung of force | | | | | | | |
| d27 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
| d28 | Welcome, angels, pure and bright | | | | | | | |
| d29 | Work, for the night is coming, work through the morning hours | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]
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