# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
339 | Angels come, oh come away | | | | | | | |
340 | Hark! hark! hear the blest tidings | | | | | | | |
342 | The Church in her militant state | | | | | | | |
343 | O sinner, come without delay | | | | | | | |
344 | Earth is groaning, Earth is groaning | | | | | | | |
346 | Weary pilgrim, why this sadness? | | | | | | | |
347 | Bright flowing fountains now I see | | | | | | | |
348 | Oh! spare thy people, Lord! | | | | | | | |
350 | Soon will the sleeping martyrs rise | | | | | | | |
351 | Your harps, ye mourning saints | | | | | | | |
352 | 'Tis the last call of mercy | | | | | | | |
354 | Oh, exiled Paradise | | | | | | | |
356 | Oh, no, we cannot sing our songs | | | | | | | |
358 | Ye who rose to meet the Lord | | | | | | | |
360 | Jesus invites his saints | | | | | | | |
361 | Coming Savior, now in faith | | | | | | | |
362 | Beyond where Cedron's waters flow | | | | | | | |
364 | Let all that wait the Coming King | | | | | | | |
365 | Hark! from the cross a voice of peace | | | | | | | |
366 | Christian, the morn breaks sweetly o'er thee | [Christian, the morn breaks sweetly o'er thee] | | | | | | |
368 | On the high cliffs of Jordan with pleasure I stand | | | | | | | |
370 | What heavenly music steals over the sea! | | | | | | | |
371 | O hail, happy day, that speaks our trials ended | | | | | | | |
372 | Our Father who in heaven art | | | | | | | |
374 | O, come, come away! for time's career is closing | | | | | | | |
376 | Our bondage, it will end by and by | | | | | | | |
378 | There is a King of glory | [There is a King of glory] | | | | | | |
380 | Day of wrath, that day of burning | | | | | | | |
384 | As time's last sands seem'd wasting | | | | | | | |
387 | Burst, ye emerald gates, and bring | [Burst, ye emerald gates, and bring] | | | | | | |
388 | Break the intervening skies | | | | | | | |
390 | Watchmen, onward to your stations | | | | | | | |
392 | Where'er I go, I'll tell the story of the cross | | | | | | | |
394 | The gloomy night of sadness | | | | | | | |
396 | "Are we almost there? are we almost there?" | | | | | | | |
398 | I know that my Redeemer lives | | | | | | | |
400 | He dies, the friend of sinners dies! | | | | | | | |
402 | Lord, what a heav'n of saving grace | | | | | | | |
404 | Come hither, all ye weary souls | | | | | | | |
406 | Lord, thou hast search'd and seen me thro' | | | | | | | |
408 | Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love | | | | | | | |
410 | My God, how endless is thy love! | | | | | | | |
412 | My God, the spring of all my joys | | | | | | | |
414 | There is a hope within my breast | | | | | | | |
416 | Great God, whose universal sway | | | | | | | |
418 | Ye saints of God awake to duty! | | | | | | | |
422 | There is a happy land | | | | | | | |
424 | Mark that pilgrim--lowly bending | | | | | | | |
426 | Ah, guilty sinner, ruined by transgression | | | | | | | |
428 | O glorious day of heavenly rest | | | | | | | |
430 | Jerusalem, my glorious home | | | | | | | |
432 | Hark, ten thousand, thousand voices | | | | | | | |
434 | Hark, ten thousand harps and voices | | | | | | | |
435 | Ye Christian heroes, go, proclaim | | | | | | | |
436 | Now to heav'n our prayers ascending | | | | | | | |
438 | Worthy, worthy is the Lamb | | | | | | | |
440 | When shall we meet again? | | | | | | | |
442 | Why that look of sadness? | | | | | | | |
444 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
446 | In the midst of temptation, and sorrow, and strife | | | | | | | |
447 | I'm weary of staying--O when shall I rest | | | | | | | |
448 | That glorious day is drawing nigh | | | | | | | |
450 | Jesus, at thy command | | | | | | | |
452 | We have heard from the bright, the better land | | | | | | | |
454 | Why do we mourn departing friends | | | | | | | |