# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
1201 | Lord, dismiss us with Thy [your] blessing, Fill our | | | | | | | |
1202 | For a season call'd to part | | | | | | | |
1203 | Great God, before thy throne We joyfully appear | | | | | | | |
1204 | Once more the constant sun, revolving round his sphere | | | | | | | |
1205 | Hail ye sighing sons of sorrow | | | | | | | |
1206 | While with ceaseless [careless] course the sun | | | | | | | |
1207 | See how rude winter's icy hand | | | | | | | |
1208 | Though cloudy skies and northern blasts | | | | | | | |
1209 | Why should this earth delight us so | | | | | | | |
1210 | God of my childhood and my youth | | | | | | | |
1211 | Our days, alas, our mortal days | | | | | | | |
1212 | Time, what an empty [fleeting] vapor 'tis | | | | | | | |
1213 | Lord, what is man, poor feeble man | | | | | | | |
1214 | Teach me the measure of my days | | | | | | | |
1215 | Eternal God, enthroned on high | | | | | | | |
1216 | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
1217 | I would not live alway [always], I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
1218 | A few more days on earth to spend | | | | | | | |
1219 | Shall the vile race of flesh and blood | | | | | | | |
1220 | Through every age, eternal God | | | | | | | |
1221 | O for an overcoming faith | | | | | | | |
1222 | Great God, I own thy sentence just | | | | | | | |
1223 | Death cannot make our souls afraid, If God be with us there | | | | | | | |
1224 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
1225 | Why should we start and fear to die | | | | | | | |
1226 | Death may dissolve my body now, And bear my spirit home | | | | | | | |
1227 | There is a house not made with [by] hands, Eternal | | | | | | | |
1228 | Why do we [ye] [you] mourn departing [departed] [for dying] friends | | | | | | | |
1229 | My soul, come, meditate the day, And think | | | | | | | |
1230 | Remember, Lord, our mortal state | | | | | | | |
1231 | When God is nigh, my [our] faith is strong | | | | | | | |
1232 | And must this body die | | | | | | | |
1233 | No, I'll repine at death no more | | | | | | | |
1234 | Now let our souls, on wings sublime | | | | | | | |
1235 | Ah I shall soon be dying | | | | | | | |
1236 | When death appears before my [our] sight | | | | | | | |
1237 | While on the verge of life I stand | | | | | | | |
1238 | Prepare me gracious God to stand before thy | | | | | | | |
1239 | Why flow these torrents of distress | | | | | | | |
1240 | Peace, 'tis the Lord Jehovah's hand | | | | | | | |
1241 | I cannot bear thine absence, Lord | | | | | | | |
1242 | Now let our mourning [drooping] hearts revive | | | | | | | |
1243 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
1244 | Sons of God by blest adoption | | | | | | | |
1245 | Why should we shrink at death's cold flood | | | | | | | |
1246 | Death is no more a frightful foe Since I with Christ shall reign | | | | | | | |
1247 | When languor and disease invade | | | | | | | |
1248 | Blest are the dead, yea, saith the word | | | | | | | |
1249 | O happy soul who safely past, Thy weary warfare here | | | | | | | |
1250 | The spirits of the just | | | | | | | |
1251 | While sorrows encompass me round | | | | | | | |
1252 | In hope of life eternal given | | | | | | | |
1253 | Ah lovely appearance of death | | | | | | | |
1254 | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
1255 | My soul, this curious house of clay | | | | | | | |
1256 | It is not death to die | | | | | | | |
1257 | Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
1258 | How long shall death, the tyrant, reign | | | | | | | |
1259 | Why should our mourning thoughts delight | | | | | | | |
1260 | Ye Christians, hear the joyful news | | | | | | | |
1261 | To comprehend and fully prove the depths of everlasting love | | | | | | | |
1262 | Blest Jesus, source of every grace | | | | | | | |
1263 | Lo he comes with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
1264 | On yonder glorious height King Jesus doth appear | | | | | | | |
1265 | O [When] thou my righteous Judge shall [shalt] come | | | | | | | |
1266 | Lo he cometh countless trumpets | | | | | | | |
1267 | Let the seventh angel sound on high | | | | | | | |
1268 | He reigns, the Lord, the [our] Savior reigns | | | | | | | |
1269 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
1270 | With my whole heart I'll raise my song | | | | | | | |
1271 | The Lord, the Judge, before his throne Bids the whole earth draw nigh | | | | | | | |
1272 | When Christ to judgment shall descend | | | | | | | |
1273 | My wakened soul, extend thy wings | | | | | | | |
1274 | Attend, my ear, my heart, rejoice | | | | | | | |
1275 | When shall thy lovely face be seen | | | | | | | |
1276 | Yes, I shall soon be landed On yonder shores of bliss | | | | | | | |
1277 | Perfect holiness of spirit, Saints above | | | | | | | |
1278 | Ah when the saints where Jesus reigns | | | | | | | |
1279 | Although my Lord is now enthroned | | | | | | | |
1280 | Our sins, alas, how strong they be [are] | | | | | | | |
1281 | What happy men, or angels, these | | | | | | | |
1282 | These glorious minds [ones], how bright they shine | | | | | | | |
1283 | Father, I long, I faint to see The place of thine abode | | | | | | | |
1284 | From thee, my [O] God, my [our] joys shall rise | | | | | | | |
1285 | Awake, ye saints, and raise [lift] your eyes | | | | | | | |
1286 | Come, Lord, and warm each languid heart, Inspire each lifeless tongue | | | | | | | |
1287 | On wings of faith, mount up, my soul, and rise | | | | | | | |
1288 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
1289 | There is a place of hallowed peace | | | | | | | |
1290 | There is a land mine [my] eye [eyes] hath seen | | | | | | | |
1291 | There is a world of perfect bliss Above the starry skies | | | | | | | |
1292 | How happy are the souls above, From sin | | | | | | | |
1293 | Far from the [these] narrow [gloomy] scenes of night [life] | | | | | | | |
1294 | Raise thee my soul fly up and run | | | | | | | |
1295 | O the delights, the heavenly joys | | | | | | | |
1296 | A child of Jehovah, a subject of grace | | | | | | | |
1297 | The sinner who by precious faith | | | | | | | |
1298 | Thus far my God hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
1299 | With transport, Lord, our souls proclaim | | | | | | | |
1300 | With what delightful faith lifts her eyes | | | | | | | |