| 4 Copeland | For when our eyes are closed in death,
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| 9 Cords of Love | Mansions of pure gold are waiting,
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| 16 The Finest Flower | How bright its colors are.
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| 17 Call to Arms | Are waiting to confound you?
Though we are few in number.
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| 22t Laban | The host of sin are pressing hard,
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| 30t Zion's Joy | How beauteous are their feet,
How sweet their tidings are;
How happy are our ears,
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| 32t Rayfield | Thy glories round the earth are spread,
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| 35b Boylston | He knows we are but dust,
Our days are as the grass,
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| 36t Lovely Vine | And tender grapes are found.
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| 40b Weeping Sinners | We are trav'lling home to God,
They are happy now, and we,
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| 43 The Heavenly Throng | Goodwill and peace are heard throughout,
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| 44b Dunlap's Creek | What empty things are all the skies,
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| 48 Mount Helicon | How beauteous are their feet
How sweet their tidings are;
How happy are our ears,
How blessed are our eyes
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| 53 No Parting There | Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one,
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| 55b Idumea | Where all things are forgot!
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| 56t America | Whose mercies are so great,
And when His strokes are felt,
His strokes are fewer than our crimes,
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| 57 Salvation's Rock | All others are as fleeting things,
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| 58t Liverpool | Remember, you are hast'ning on
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| 66t Balerma | More precious are her bright rewards
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| 67t Peterboro | How many wretched souls are fled
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| 77 How Beautiful Heaven Must Be | Pure waters of life there are flowing,
Rare jewels of splendor are glowing,
The angels so sweetly are singing,
Sweet chords from their gold harps are ringing,
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| 78t Repent | His heralds are dispatched abroad
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| 80 The Blind Girl | Mother, they say the stars are bright,
And the broad heav'ns are blue,
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| 81t Maitland | How happy are the saints above,
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| 81b Eternal Joys | Where the joys are eternal
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| 87 The Promised Land | Are felt and feared no more.
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| 89 Northfield | The earth and sea are pass'd away
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| 92 Promised Day | In heav'n and earth are one.
And part are crossing now.
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| 95 Canaan's Land | Are not Thy mercies sov'reign still,
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| 97 The Guiding Star | Whose hopes are fixed on high;
It's rays are seen on India's coast,
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| 98 Christian Soldier | Are there no foes for me to face?
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| 100 Tennessee | Are oft in mercy sent;
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| 110 Volunteers | Who're not afraid to die.
The armies now are in parade,
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| 111t Fleeting Days | Our days how swift they are,
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| 112 Bush Hills | To them who are the called,
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| 114 That Glorious Day | Though saints are feeble, weak, and poor
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| 115 The Millennium | Though saints are feeble, weak, and poor
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| 116 Floyd | When winter comes, are flown;
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| 117 Angel Band | My strongest trials now are past,
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| 119 Weary Souls | Who are oppressed and sore;
We're often like the lonesome dove,
Who are for Canaan bound,
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| 123 Rapturous Scene | Goodwill and peace are heard throughout
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| 124 Pilgrim's Triumph | While friends are weeping all around,
O Christians, are you ready now,
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| 125t Endless Joy | What tim'rous worms we mortals are.
Feel soft as downy pillows are,
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| 125b Day Dawn | Are saved to sin no more.
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| 130b Passing Away | We are passing away,
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| 133 Juniata | Jewels, to Thee, are gaudy toys,
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| 143 Farther Along | Tempted and tried we're oft made to wonder
While there are others living about us,
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| 145b Fiducia | And are we still secure?
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| 146t Solemn Warning | The dangers you are in,
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| 146b Bangor | And are we still secure?
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| 148 Leander | Are there no foes for me to face?
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| 149 A Good Time Coming | And some times our hearts are made to sigh;
We are pressing onward for we surely know
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| 153 Columbus | Than all my groanings are;
For all my joys are gone,
Although they're drowned in vice,
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| 154 Happy Time | Our hearts are filled with holy zeal,
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| 159t Devotion (First) | Are not Thy mercies large and free?
My crimes are great, but don't surpass
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| 159b Long Sought Home | Thy walls are all of precious stone,
Thy gates are richly set with pearls,
Thy streets are paved with gold.
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| 161t Wells | We are His work, and not our own,
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| 164b The Pilgrim's Song | My thoughts are often gone astray;
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| 165 Babylon is Fallen | Zion's walls are now erected,
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| 166 What Can I Do? | My friends are on the downward road,
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| 167b Come Along | Come along my dear friends who are bound for that land,
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| 172 The Grand Highway | Wayfaring souls in it are ever blest,
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| 174b Burning Lamp | Their hatred and their love are lost;
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| 184 Where We'll Never Grow Old | And our troubles and trials are o'er;
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| 186 Lord Remember Me | Often my burdens are heavy to bear,
Seems that my friends are so few;
If you refuse Him you're sure to be lost,
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| 189 One by One | We are trav'lling to a better land,
We are drawing nearer ev'ry day,
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| 190 Salutation | Pray, wherefore are you smiling,
Their Jesus they are viewing,
We're willing to sustain,
We're filled as with new wine,
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| 191 Oh! Turn, Sinner | Come, go with us, your souls are dear.
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| 193 Kay | I feel my sins are all forgiv'n,
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| 200 Parting Hand | How loath we are to leave the place
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| 201 Mission | With which your graves are overgrown.
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| 202 Immensity | Brighter than summer's beauties are,
For there are known no evening hours:
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| 203 Cumberland | Since we are of one mind and heart;
Nor e'en when we are cold in death.
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| 204b Evening Bells | Those joyous hours are passed away,
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| 205 The Watchman's Call | How many are prepared to die?
What are thy hopes beyond the grave?
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| 213 Be Committed | They are gifts from God above,
Joy and peace are fully thine.
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| 214 Hosanna | The prison walls are broken down,
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| 216t O, Save | Are not Thy mercies large and free?
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| 216b Social Band | Say, who are these I now behold,
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| 217 Jerusalem | I'll go, for all His paths are peace.
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| 220 Over the Sea | They daily are bowing the knee;
Are calling from many a shore;
The islands re-echo the plea;
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| 227 Majestic Rays | Eternal are Thy mercies Lord.
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| 229 Tranquility | Happy Spirits, ye are fled
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| 231 Indian's Farewell | When our burnished locks are gray,
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| 233 Believer and His Soul | Who are those that grieve you?
These are they that grieve me.
All my powers are depraved,
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| 234 The Singing Christian | When comforts are declining,
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| 235 Faithful Soldier | His promises are faithful
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| 236t Pacolet | Are joined to part no more:
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| 237 Remember Thy Creator | Before thy cares are greater,
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| 240 Morning Light | The sons of earth are waking,
Are op'ning ev'ry hour:
And heav'nly gales are blowing
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| 242 Come, Ye Disconsolate | None ever sought in vain, all are forgiven,
Come while poor penitents gladly are turning,
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| 243 Zion's Light | And sinners now are heark'ning
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| 244t Mutual Love | His promises are faithful,
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| 248 Twilight is Falling | Shadows are falling dark on the lea;
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| 249 Green Fields | If Thou are my sun and my song,
And why are my winters so long!
Where winter and clouds are no more.
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| 250t Realms of the Blest | And oft are its glories confessed,
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| 250b Disciple | God and heav'n are still my own.
Think what Father's smiles are thine;
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| 254t Bartimeus | “Others by thy word are saved,
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| 254b Talmar | While our silent steps are straying,
Glory's brightest beams are playing
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| 255 Watchman (Second) | Signs through all the earth are gleaming,
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| 256t Pleading Savior | Are delighted with His charms!
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| 256b Sacred Rest | And fresh supplies of joy are shed,
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| 258 Thorny Desert | O, young soldiers, are you weary
Round Him are ten thousand angels,
They are always hov'ring round you,
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| 260t Bavaria | God and heav'n are still my own.
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| 261b Alone | O mine eyes with teardrops are dimmed,
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| 265 Mourner's Lamentation | My wants are great, my mind's in strife,
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| 266 Chrystler's Field | Are waiting to surround you;
Though we are few in number.
With such we are delighted;
Poor sinners are affrighted.
And say that we are dancing.
And stubborn hearts are bended;
If we but smile some say we're wild,
If souls are born, we bear the scorn;
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| 269t Restoration | “Others by Thy word are saved,
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| 271 The Mouldering Vine (First) | While the annual frosts are cropping
So our friends are early drooping,
We are like to one of these.
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| 275 Missionary's Farewell | Home! thy joys are passing lovely;
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| 278 God Holds the Future | But friends these worldly things are vain,
Are passing to a higher plain,
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| 282 Friendship | Then you will own my words are true,
Poor are the joys that fools esteem,
Joys that are freed from trouble.
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| 285 Farewell Brother | Lo! the folding shades are gone;
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| 294 Carmarthen | Are to our Jesus giv'n;
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| 302 Olivers | All might and majesty are Thine,
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| 307 True Happiness | Oh, how happy are they,
And whose treasures are laid up above;
All my days are His due;
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| 308 The Happy Time | Our hearts are filled with holy zeal,
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| 309 Singing School | Some hearts that are swelling,
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| 310t Our Journey Home | We are on our journey home,
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| 317 The Christian Soldier | Hope not that the thorns are roses;
Close behind thee gulfs are burning –
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| 318 The Martial Trumpet | Are released from Satan's chain,
And are endowed with long possession.
The maladies of all are healed:
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| 322 Among that Band | To point the way to those who are oppressed.
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| 323 Holy Manna | Who are struggling hard with sin?
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| 324 Fair Fields of Eden | Loudly swell the heav'nly chorus,
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| 325t Will You Go? | We're trav'lling home to heav'n above –
And millions more are on the road –
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| 326 Royal Proclamation | Turn or you are lost forever,
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| 329 Redeeming Grace | From me by faith are separated,
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| 330 Fulfillment | See how the scriptures are fulfilling,
Poor sinners are returning home,
The gospel trumpets now are blowing
You are but feeble, dying worms;
These are the days of visitation,
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| 331 A Home in Heaven | And our wealth and fame in the dust are laid,
We are happy still with our home in Heav'n –
A home in heav'n! when our friends are fled
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| 333 Night is Coming | While their bright beams are glowing,
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| 336t Sweet Harmony | We two are so joined,
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| 337 To Die No More | He, whom my hopes are fixed upon;
I'll go, for all His paths are peace.
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| 340 Concord | To me ye no longer are known,
Whose souls are entwined with my own,
And sorrow are now at an end;
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| 341 The Lone Pilgrim | The tears are all wiped from my eyes.
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| 342 Blest Morn | Cold on His cradle the dewdrops are shining;
Dearer to God are the pray'rs of the poor.
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| 344 Morality | While beauty and youth are in their full prime,
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| 345 The Shepherd's Star | Cold on His cradle the dewdrops are shining;
Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor.
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| 346 Star in the East | Cold on His cradle the dewdrops are shining;
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| 347 Portuguese Hymn | Our praises and rev'rence are an off'ring meet,
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| 353 Bower of Prayer | And pay my devotions in parts that are new,
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| 354 Summer | Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer.
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| 355 Homeward Bound | We're homeward bound.
We're homeward bound.
We're homeward bound.
We're homeward bound.
We're homeward bound.
We're homeward bound.
We're homeward bound.
We're homeward bound.
We're homeward bound.
We're homeward bound.
We're homeward bound.
Glory to God, all our dangers are o'er,
We're home at last.
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| 356 Morning Song | The birds are now singing and this is their song,
Awake, you are sleeping, you're sleeping too long.
Awake, you are sleeping, you're sleeping too long.
Are sparkling with pleasure to welcome the light;
And flowers are off'ring their incense around.
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| 357 The Trumpet | And the heav'ns with the burden of Godhead are bowed.
The glory! the glory! around Him are poured,
And the glorified saints and the martyrs are there,
Lo! the depths of the stone-covered charnel are stirred,
And the vast generations of man are come forth.
The judgment! the judgment! the thrones are all set,
Where the Lamb and the white-vested elders are met;
When beneath to their darkness the wicked are driv'n,
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| 358 O Come, Come Away | The Sabbath bells are ringing clear,
Where rays of heav'nly bliss are shed,
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| 360 The Saints Bound for Heaven | Though our enemies are strong, we'll go on,
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| 361 Solemn Thought | Uncertain are your days here below,
Uncertain are your days,
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| 366 Millennium (First) | And who are in Babylon the saints then we'll see,
As soon as the churches are redeemed from all sin;
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| 380 Christian Song | Mine eyes are now closing to rest,
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| 384 Lord I'm Depending on You | We are trying, Lord, to live rightly in this sorrow land;
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| 385 Sweet Heaven | Thy walls are all of precious stone,
The gates are richly set with pearls,
Thy streets are paved with pure gold.
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| 387 Stay, Sinner | Where death and parting are no more.
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| 391 Glad Tidings | O give Him the glory and praise that are meet,
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| 393b China | Are we not tending upward too
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| 398b Gerar | Bless'd are the sons of peace,
Whose hearts and hopes are one;
The saints are bless'd above,
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| 400t Christian Love | Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one,
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| 400b Hall | Are once to be compar'd with this,
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| 401b Euphrates | We are not far from home,
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| 402b Kelso | Whose mercies are so great,
High as the heav'ns are raised
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| 403b Silver Street | The wat'ry worlds are all His own,
We are His works and not our own,
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| 404b Arion | My wants are all supplied.
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| 405b Caution | The host of sin are pressing hard,
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| 406 Luther | We are not far from home;
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| 407 Sweet Hope (Second) | What glorious, cheering words are these,
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| 408b Dartmouth | Whose favors are divine.
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| 410b Kambia | Are sweeping us away.
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| 411 The Trumpeters | Who're not afraid to die.
The armies now are in parade,
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| 413b Barby | And all my pow'rs are Thine.
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| 415t Nazareth | Joyful that we ourselves are Thine,
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| 415b Henry | Heav'n, earth, and air are Thine;
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| 419b Fountain | Are sav'd to sin no more.
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| 420 Cambridge | My best desires are faint and few,
Thy saints are comforted, I know,
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| 422b Whitney | Where tears are wiped away
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| 429 Charming Name | Jewels, to Thee, are gaudy toys,
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| 432t Loftin | The earth and sea are pass'd away,
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| 432b Fish Pond | Yet we are born to care and woes
And still are upward borne;
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| 438 The Mouldering Vine (Second) | Whilst the annu'l frosts are cropping
So our friends are early drooping,
We are like to one of these.
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| 439 Lydia | My clouds of doubt are gone;
My fears are all withdrawn.
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| 441 The Lonesome Dove | Who are oppressed sore;
We're often like the lonesome dove,
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| 445 Revelation | They die in Jesus, and are bless'd;
How kind their slumbers are!
They're present with the Lord;
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| 446 Damascus | Our num'rous griefs are here redressed,
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| 448b Coleshill | What dying worms are we.
We're trav'lling to the grave.
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| 449 Cosmer | Are His divine employ;
But still His saints are near His throne,
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| 452t Head | Are pillars to support my hope,
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| 454 Heavenly Light (or Eden) | Wide as the heathen nations are;
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| 455t New Lebanon | All things in Christ are ready now.
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| 456t Blenden | How awful are His glorious ways;
Great are Thy works, almighty Lord,
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| 459t All-Saints | Whose hands are pure, whose heart is clean,
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| 460t Bohemia | Wise are the wonders of Thy hands;
Thy judgements are a mighty deep.
But saints are Thy peculiar care.
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| 460b Gratitude | Thy gifts are ev'ry ev'ning new;
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| 462t Lotha | Blest are the men whose mercies move
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| 464 Reformation | How awful are His glorious ways;
Vast are Thy works, almighty Lord,
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| 469 Pilesgrove | Happy are they, and only they,
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| 472t Sunset | What tim'rous worms we mortals are!
Feel soft as downy pillows are,
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| 472b Cleaveland | We are His people, we His care;
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| 473 Bartholday | What ardent love and zeal are due,
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| 481 Holden | Still we are guarded by our God;
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| 484 Olivet | Whose hearts, whose faith, whose hopes are one!
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| 487 Chester | Upon the rapid streams are borne
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| 490 Creation (Second) | Eternal are Thy mercies, Lord;
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| 493b Day-Star | Ye who are of death afraid,
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| 495 The Sailor's Home | And seas are calm, and skies are clear,
She meets with those who're gone before,
We're safe at last, we're safe at last.
And loud her hallelujahs sing, We're safe at last.
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| 504 Missionary Hymn | The gifts of God are strown;
Shall we, whose souls are lighted
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| 508 Heavenly Rest | Where sorrow and pain are no more?
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| 509b The Good Shepherd | Day and night Thy lambs are crying,
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| 511 Farewell | The wings of kind angels around you are spread;
While some are oppressed with sin and are mourning,
The mourners are filled with the presence of God.
O brethren, in sweet gales now we are all breezing,
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| 520 Harwich | Are still the same;
Are still the same;
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| 523 Conquest | How happy are they
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| 527 Prince of Light | And strife and hate are changed to peace and love.
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| 528 Throne of Glory | My sins are all on Thee.
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| 531 Little Worth | Are all those glitt'ring toys of earth
There all those glitt'ring toys are brought;
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| 533 Prospect of Heaven | And joys supreme are given:
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| 535 Trial's Hour | Perfect and true are all His ways,
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| 536 Symphony | Behold the Judge descends; His guards are nigh;
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| 540 Funeral Anthem | Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord:
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| 547 Higher Ground | Like swirling leaves my fleeting days are scattered by the wind,
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| 548 Macedonia | We still are one in heart.
We all are one who Him receive,
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