# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
301 | 'Tis Jesus speaks, I fold, says he | | | | | | | |
302 | Mourn not ye, whose child hath found | | | | | | | |
303 | When sickness, pain, and death | | | | | | | |
304 | In vain our fancy strives to paint | | | | | | | |
305 | O ye mourners, cease to languish | | | | | | | |
306 | Spirit, leave thy house of clay | | | | | | | |
307 | To Jesus, the crown of my hope | | | | | | | |
308 | O, for an overcoming faith | | | | | | | |
309 | While here I sit At Jesus' feet | | | | | | | |
310 | 'Tis sweet to rest in lively hope | | | | | | | |
311 | This world of sin and death | | | | | | | |
312 | It is not death to die | | | | | | | |
313 | Happy soul, thy days are ended | | | | | | | |
314 | How still and peaceful is the grave! | | | | | | | |
315 | Brother, thou art gone before us | | | | | | | |
316 | Thou art gone to the grave! but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
317 | Sister, thou wast mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
318 | Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
319 | The day approaches, O my soul | | | | | | | |
320 | That day of wrath, that dreadful day | | | | | | | |
321 | Behold the day is come | | | | | | | |
322 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
323 | And will the Judge descend? | | | | | | | |
324 | Dark brood the heavens o'er thee | | | | | | | |
325 | Hark! that shout of rapt'rous joy | | | | | | | |
326 | Hark! from the deep of heaven a trumpet sound | | | | | | | |
327 | How great, how terrible that God | | | | | | | |
328 | Great God, what do I see and hear! | | | | | | | |
329 | There is a world of perfect bliss | | | | | | | |
330 | Far from these gloomy scenes of night | | | | | | | |
331 | There is an hour of hallow'd peace | | | | | | | |
332 | What is life? 'tis but a vapor | | | | | | | |
333 | In heaven the heart o'erflows with love | | | | | | | |
334 | View the bright ranks in order stand | | | | | | | |
335 | Nor eye has seen, nor ear has heard | | | | | | | |
336 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
337 | Who are these in bright array? | | | | | | | |
338 | From the roaring surge they come | | | | | | | |
339 | Hark, ten thousand harps and voices | | | | | | | |
340 | Come, saints, and shout the Saviour's praise | | | | | | | |
341 | Ye servants of God | | | | | | | |
D1 | To God the Father, God the Son | | | | | | | |
D2 | Praise God from whom all blessings flow | | | | | | | |
D3 | To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost | | | | | | | |
D4 | To praise the Father and the Son | | | | | | | |
D5 | To the eternal Three | | | | | | | |
D6 | To God the Father's throne | | | | | | | |
D7 | Now to the great, and sacred Three | | | | | | | |
D8 | To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost | | | | | | | |
D9 | Sing we to our God above | | | | | | | |
D10 | Praise the name of God most high | | | | | | | |
D11 | Praise the Father, earth and heaven | | | | | | | |
D12 | Father, Son, and Holy Spirit | | | | | | | |
D13 | To the Father, to the Son | | | | | | | |
D14 | All praise to the Father, all praise to the Son | | | | | | | |
D15 | O, Father Almighty, to thee be address'd | | | | | | | |
D16 | May the grace of Christ the Saviour | | | | | | | |
D17 | The peace, which God alone reveals | | | | | | | |
D18 | By all holy spirits | | | | | | | |
D19 | To Father, Son, and Spirit | | | | | | | |
D20 | From all in earth and heaven | | | | | | | |
D21 | To the great One in Three | | | | | | | |