# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
120a | What heavenly music do I hear? | | | | | | | |
120b | When shall I see the day | | | | | | | |
121 | Six thousand years are nearly passed | | | | | | | |
122a | Hark! the song of Jubilee | | | | | | | |
122b | Blow ye the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
123 | Wake the song of Jubilee | | | | | | | |
124a | Thy kingdom come! thus, day by day | | | | | | | |
124b | Great God, whose universal sway | | | | | | | |
125a | Rejoice! the Lord is King! | | | | | | | |
125b | The Saviour comes, his advent's nigh | | | | | | | |
126 | Arise and shine, O Zion fair! | | | | | | | |
127a | O when shall I see Jesus | | | | | | | |
127b | Awake, and sing the song | | | | | | | |
128 | Our Lord is risen from the dead | | | | | | | |
129a | Come, ye that love the Saviour's name | | | | | | | |
129b | All hail the power of Jesus' name! | | | | | | | |
130 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
131 | O Saviour, is thy promise fled? | | | | | | | |
132a | Shall I, for fear of feeble man | | | | | | | |
132b | Vain, delusive world, adieu | | | | | | | |
133 | Let Zion's watchmen all awake | | | | | | | |
134a | Almighty God, thy word is cast | | | | | | | |
134b | Let every mortal ear attend | | | | | | | |
135 | Thou hast said, exalted Jesus | | | | | | | |
136a | O Lord, and will thy pardoning love | | | | | | | |
136b | Buried beneath the yielding wave | | | | | | | |
137a | While in this sacred rite of thine | | | | | | | |
137b | Come in, thou blesséd of the Lord | | | | | | | |
138a | Humble souls, that seek salvation | | | | | | | |
138b | Salem's great King, Jesus by name | | | | | | | |
139 | "I come," the great Redeemer cries | | | | | | | |
140 | 'Twas on that dark and doleful night | | | | | | | |
141a | Come, Saviour, let thy tokens prove | | | | | | | |
141b | The blest memorials of thy grief | | | | | | | |
142a | Meeting in the Saviour's name | | | | | | | |
142b | Jesus invites his saints | | | | | | | |
142c | With joy we meditate the grace | | | | | | | |
143 | "Stricken, smitten, and afflicted" | | | | | | | |
144a | The day approacheth, O my soul | | | | | | | |
144b | With Jesus in our midst | | | | | | | |
145a | Sweet is the work, my God, my King | | | | | | | |
145b | May I, throughout this day of thine | | | | | | | |
145c | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
146a | Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest | | | | | | | |
146b | Lord of the Sabbath, hear us pray | | | | | | | |
147 | This is the day the Lord hath made | | | | | | | |
148a | Ere another Sabbath's close | | | | | | | |
148b | Lord, how delightful 'tis to see | | | | | | | |
148c | When the worn spirit wants repose | | | | | | | |
149 | Awake, ye saints, awake | | | | | | | |
150a | Great God, the guardian of our youth | | | | | | | |
150b | From the first dawn of infant life | | | | | | | |
151a | Lord, let a few poor children raise | | | | | | | |
151b | The praises of my tongue | | | | | | | |
152a | The Sabbath day is come again | | | | | | | |
152b | When daily I kneel down to pray | | | | | | | |
153a | My God, who makes the sun to know | | | | | | | |
153b | Who taught the bird to build her nest | | | | | | | |
154a | Why should I say, 'Tis yet too soon | | | | | | | |
154b | The darkness is over, the sun is on high | | | | | | | |
155a | Why should we start and fear to die? | | | | | | | |
155b | Life is a span, a fleeting hour | | | | | | | |
156a | How many kindred souls are fled | | | | | | | |
156b | How sweet the hour of closing day | | | | | | | |
157 | Ye living men, the tomb survey | | | | | | | |
158a | Lord, what a feeble piece | | | | | | | |
158b | How blest the righteous when he dies! | | | | | | | |
159a | Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
159b | Great God, I own thy sentence just | | | | | | | |
160a | Naked as from the earth we came | | | | | | | |
160b | Since Jesus freely did appear | | | | | | | |
161 | The fast which is the Lord's delight | | | | | | | |
162 | Attend, and mark the solemn fast | | | | | | | |
163a | Pour out thy Spirit from on high | | | | | | | |
163b | Lord of hosts, to thee we raise | | | | | | | |
164 | Awake, my soul, and with the sun | | | | | | | |
165a | My God, how endless is thy love! | | | | | | | |
165b | Thus far the Lord hath lead me on | | | | | | | |
166a | Gracious God, our children see | | | | | | | |
166b | O how charming, O how charming | | | | | | | |
168 | Now let us sing the coming fate | | | | | | | |
169 | The pleasures of earth I have seen fade away | | | | | | | |
170 | Why sleep ye, my brethren? come, let us arise | | | | | | | |
171 | Jesus, I my cross have taken | | | | | | | |
172 | Ye jewels of our Master | | | | | | | |
174a | Bless'd is the man whose soft'ning heart | | | | | | | |
174b | From whence doth this union arise | | | | | | | |
175 | What poor despiséd company | | | | | | | |
176 | How happy are they | | | | | | | |
177 | By whom was David taught | | | | | | | |
178a | Hark, sinner, while God from on high doth entreat thee | | | | | | | |
178b | Blest are the humble souls that see | | | | | | | |
179 | O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight | | | | | | | |
180 | To leave my dear friends, and with neighbors to part | | | | | | | |
181 | A poor way-faring man of grief | | | | | | | |
183 | While nature was sinking in stillness to rest | | | | | | | |
184 | How happy is the pilgrim's lot! | | | | | | | |
185 | How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
186 | Come, Desire of nations, come! | | | | | | | |
187 | Thine oath and promise, mighty God | | | | | | | |