| 4 Copeland | Our life is like an open book.
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| 11 Minister's Farewell | With an immortal crown.
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| 35b Boylston | It withers in an hour.
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| 59t Mear | With an inviting voice.
To fill an empty mind.
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| 93 Something New | The mind would feel an aching void,
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| 94 Plenary | Thy mercy lent an ear,
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| 104 Everlasting Song | With an immortal sound.
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| 111t Fleeting Days | Time, what an empty reaper 'tis!
Swift as an Ind'an arrow flies,
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| 144b Walk with God | But they have left an aching void
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| 151 Sweet Prospect | But now I find an aching void
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| 159b Long Sought Home | When will my sorrows have an end
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| 163b Burroughs | An int'rest in your prayers I crave
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| 200 Parting Hand | An int'rest in your prayers I crave,
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| 202 Immensity | And never did an angel guest
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| 220 Over the Sea | To give an account of the love we showed
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| 224b Hark My Soul | “Mine is an unchanging love,
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| 238 Child's Wish | I want to be an angel,
O there I'll be an angel,
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| 239b I Want to Be an Angel | I want to be an angel,
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| 257 Jubilee | Now we have an invitation,
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| 264 Harwell | Thine an everlasting crown;
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| 303 The Unclouded Day | O they tell me of an unclouded day.
O the land of an unclouded sky;
O they tell me of an unclouded day.
O the land of an unclouded sky;
O they tell me of an unclouded day.
O they tell me of an unclouded day.
O they tell me of an unclouded day.
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| 338b Davis | O why should I wander an alien from Thee?
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| 340 Concord | And sorrow are now at an end;
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| 341 The Lone Pilgrim | I wandered an exile and stranger from home,
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| 344 Morality | Shall last in my bosom an earnest of heav'n;
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| 347 Portuguese Hymn | Our praises and rev'rence are an off'ring meet,
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| 355 Homeward Bound | Out on an ocean all boundless we ride,
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| 360 The Saints Bound for Heaven | And our sorrows have an end,
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| 394 Stubborn Heart | All but an adamant would melt,
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| 395 King of Peace | Mine's an urgent, pressing case.
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| 409b Newingham | An humble, contrite heart!
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| 425t Exchange | Each in an honest heart;
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| 425b Ryland | But now I find an aching void
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| 426 Tappan | There is an hour of peaceful rest
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| 430 Let Me Rise | And be an angel too;
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| 456t Blenden | An honor equal to His name?
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| 464 Reformation | An honor equal to His name?
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| 475 Portugal | And seek an injured Father's face;
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| 486b Lisle | Unveiling an immortal day.
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| 498 Hendon | Yield me an eternal home.
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| 533 Prospect of Heaven | There is an hour of peaceful rest,
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| 536 Symphony | Thro' distant worlds, an regions of the dead:
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