# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
a134 | I have a Father in the promised land | | | | | | | |
a135 | Here o'er the earth as a stranger I roam | | | | | | | |
a136 | One [A] sweetly [sweet] solemn thought comes to me o'er and o'er | | | | | | | |
a137 | Pilgrims, we are to Canaan bound | | | | | | | |
a138 | Jesus, my [mine] [our] all, to heaven is [has] gone | | | | | | | |
a139 | We live as pilgrims and strangers below | | | | | | | |
a140 | We're marching to the promised land | | | | | | | |
a141 | Arise, my soul, to Pisgah's height | | | | | | | |
a142 | Out on an ocean all boundless we ride | | | | | | | |
a143 | Nearer, my God, to thee | | | | | | | |
a144 | O for a breeze of heavenly love | | | | | | | |
a145 | Now the golden ear waits the reaper's hand | | | | | | | |
a146 | Come, let us anew our journey pursue | | | | | | | |
a147 | O happy day when Gods dear Son | | | | | | | |
a148 | Now, dear children, can you tell | | | | | | | |
a149 | Hark, the angels singing, Wake the happy morn | | | | | | | |
a150 | Hark! hark to the merry Christmas bells, | | | | | | | |
a151 | In the dying of the year | | | | | | | |
a152 | There is no name so sweet on earth, No name so sweet in heaven | | | | | | | |
a153 | The happy morn we hail again | | | | | | | |
a154 | O where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
a155 | Happy the spirit released from its clay | | | | | | | |
a156 | Weep not for a brother deceased | | | | | | | |
a157 | River of death, thy stream I see | | | | | | | |
a158 | I know thou art gone to the home of thy rest | | | | | | | |
a159 | Home at last, home at last | | | | | | | |
a160 | Dust, receive thy kindred | | | | | | | |
a161 | We miss thee in thy place at school | | | | | | | |
a162 | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
a163 | She died yet is not dead | | | | | | | |
a164 | The last lovely morning, all blooming and fair | | | | | | | |
a165 | Oh, there will be mourning, mourning, mourning | | | | | | | |
a166 | In the Christian's home in [of] glory | | | | | | | |
a167 | I'm but a stranger [traveler] here, heaven is my home | | | | | | | |
a168 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
a169 | Who are these [those] in bright [fair] array | | | | | | | |
a170 | Though earth has full many a beatiful spot | | | | | | | |
a171 | Heavenly home, heavenly home, precious name | | | | | | | |
a172 | There is a place where my hope is [hopes are] stayed [staid] | | | | | | | |
a173 | Since o'er thy footstool here below | | | | | | | |
a174 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
a175 | Beautiful Zion, built above; Beautiful city that I love | | | | | | | |
a176 | Forever with the Lord [our God], amen, so let it be | | | | | | | |
a177 | No night shall be in heaven, no gathering gloom | | | | | | | |
a178 | Gushing so bright in the mornning light | | | | | | | |
a179 | United in a joyous band | | | | | | | |
a180 | O touch it not, for deep within | | | | | | | |
a181 | As o'er his furrowed fields which lie | | | | | | | |
a182 | Speed, speed the temperance ship | | | | | | | |
a183 | In Eden's greem retreats | | | | | | | |
a184 | Friends of freedom, swell the song | | | | | | | |
a185 | Come friends and brethren, ere we part | | | | | | | |
a186 | We sing the praise of water | | | | | | | |
a187 | Stay, father, stay, the night is wild | | | | | | | |
a188 | Shall 'ere cold water be forgot | | | | | | | |
a189 | Merrily the temperance horn | | | | | | | |
a190 | A welcome, brothers, from each heart | | | | | | | |
a191 | If one bright spot there is on earth | | | | | | | |
a192 | Ply the oar, brother, and speed the boat | | | | | | | |
a193 | Intemperance like a raging flood, | | | | | | | |
a194 | O if for me the cup you fill | | | | | | | |
a195 | Let others sing the ruby bright | | | | | | | |
a196 | Slavery and death the cup contains | | | | | | | |
a197 | Let the still air rejoice | | | | | | | |
a198 | Mourn for the thousands slain | | | | | | | |
a199 | The Sunday school how sweet the place | | | | | | | |
a200 | Flowers, wild wood flowers | | | | | | | |
a203 | There is a hopeful company | | | | | | | |
a204 | Idler, why lie down to die | | | | | | | |
a205 | God's blessing be upon our own, our native land | | | | | | | |
a206 | Pay your fare, my little maid | | | | | | | |
a207 | In the quarries should you toil | | | | | | | |
a208 | Say, brothers, will you meet us | | | | | | | |
a209 | While pilgrims, Lord, we yet remain | | | | | | | |
a210 | In this world of grief and pain | | | | | | | |
a211 | We must close this happy meeting | | | | | | | |
c1 | I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills | | | | | | | |
c2 | Bless the Lord, o my soul | | | | | | | |
c3 | How amiable are thy tabernacles | | | | | | | |
c4 | The Lord is my shepherd | | | | | | | |
c5 | O Lord, our God, how excellent is thy name | | | | | | | |
c6 | Bow down thine ear, O Lord, and hear me | | | | | | | |
c7 | God be merciful unto us and bless us | | | | | | | |
c8 | There is a river of immortal peace | | | | | | | |
c9 | Come unto me all ye that labor and are heavy laden | | | | | | | |
c10 | If I were a voice, a persuasive voice | | | | | | | |
c11 | Have mercy upon me, O God, According to thy loving kindness | | | | | | | |
c12 | With tearful eyes I look around | | | | | | | |
c13 | God be merciful unto us | | | | | | | |
c14 | O come let us sing unto the Lord | | | | | | | |
c15 | Oh, give thanks unto the Lord | | | | | | | |
c16 | How beautiful upon the mountains | | | | | | | |
c17 | We praise thee, O God | | | | | | | |
c18 | Glory be to the Father and to the Son | | | | | | | |
c19 | Our Father who art in heaven | | | | | | | |
c20 | I will arise and go unto my Father, and will say | | | | | | | |
c21 | From the recesses of a lowly spirit | | | | | | | |
c22 | Blessed is he that considereth the poor | | | | | | | |
c23 | If a man die, shall he live again | | | | | | | |
c24 | Our days on earth are as a shadow | | | | | | | |