# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
601 | O'er the gloomy hills of darkness | | | | | | | |
602 | O'er the realms of pagan darkness | | | | | | | |
603 | The morning light is breaking | | | | | | | |
604 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
605 | Assembled at thy great command | | | | | | | |
606 | Jesus, immortal King, arise | | | | | | | |
607 | Wake the song of jubilee | | | | | | | |
608 | Look, ye saints! the day is breaking | | | | | | | |
609 | O Lord, our God! arise | | | | | | | |
610 | O God of sovereign grace | | | | | | | |
611 | O thou, whom we adore! | | | | | | | |
612 | Hark! the song of jubilee | | | | | | | |
613 | "Go, preach my gospel," saith the Lord | | | | | | | |
614 | Sound, sound the truth abroad | | | | | | | |
615 | Who but thou, almighty Spirit | | | | | | | |
616 | Soon may the last glad song arise | | | | | | | |
617 | With my substance I will honour | | | | | | | |
618 | Come, kingdom of our God | | | | | | | |
619 | Roll on, thou mighty ocean | | | | | | | |
620 | Hark! the distant isles proclaim | | | | | | | |
621 | Our country's voice is pleading | | | | | | | |
622 | See, gracious God, before thy throne | | | | | | | |
623 | Lord, thou hast scourged our guilty land | | | | | | | |
624 | Lord, while for all mankind we pray | | | | | | | |
625 | In grief and fear, to thee, O Lord | | | | | | | |
626 | When Israel, of the Lord beloved | | | | | | | |
627 | Dread Jehovah! God of nations! | | | | | | | |
628 | Visit, Lord, this land in mercy | | | | | | | |
629 | Why, O God! thy people spurn? | | | | | | | |
630 | God bless our native land! | | | | | | | |
631 | "Ebenezer! God is with us!" | | | | | | | |
632 | Praise, oh, praise our God and King | | | | | | | |
633 | Praise to God, immortal praise | | | | | | | |
634 | The God of harvest praise | | | | | | | |
635 | Great God, as seasons disappear | | | | | | | |
636 | Eternal Source of every joy | | | | | | | |
637 | Mourn for the thousands slain | | | | | | | |
638 | Weep for the lost! thy Saviour wept | | | | | | | |
639 | Bondage and death the cup contains | | | | | | | |
640 | Great God, whose hand outpours the rills | | | | | | | |
641 | Life from the dead, Almighty God | | | | | | | |
642 | Our helper, God, we bless thy name | | | | | | | |
643 | Our Father! through the coming year | | | | | | | |
644 | Great God, we sing that mighty hand | | | | | | | |
645 | Remark, my soul, the narrow bound | | | | | | | |
646 | While, with ceaseless course, the sun | | | | | | | |
647 | Come, let us anew | | | | | | | |
648 | Now, gracious Lord, thine arm reveal | | | | | | | |
649 | And now, my soul, another year | | | | | | | |
650 | God of our lives, thy various praise | | | | | | | |
651 | The time is short! sinners, beware | | | | | | | |
652 | Thou who roll'st the year around | | | | | | | |
653 | Thee we adore, Eternal Name | | | | | | | |
654 | Awake, ye saints, and raise your eyes | | | | | | | |
655 | As flows the rapid river | | | | | | | |
656 | Come, let us strike our harps afresh | | | | | | | |
657 | For a season called to part | | | | | | | |
658 | And are we yet alive | | | | | | | |
659 | When shall we meet again? | | | | | | | |
660 | Bless'd be the dear, uniting love | | | | | | | |
661 | Still one in life and one in death | | | | | | | |
662 | Shall we gather at the river | | | | | | | |
663 | Hail, sweetest, dearest tie, that binds | | | | | | | |
664 | Teach me the measure of my days | | | | | | | |
665 | Ere mountains reared their forms sublime | | | | | | | |
666 | How short and hasty is our life! | | | | | | | |
667 | Through every age, eternal God | | | | | | | |
668 | A few more years shall roll | | | | | | | |
669 | Beneath our feet and o'er our head | | | | | | | |
670 | Time is winging us away | | | | | | | |
671 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
672 | Almighty Maker of my frame | | | | | | | |
673 | To-morrow, Lord, is thine | | | | | | | |
674 | How blest the righteous when he dies! | | | | | | | |
675 | Why should we start and fear to die? | | | | | | | |
676 | God of my life, through all my days | | | | | | | |
677 | Oh, for an overcoming faith | | | | | | | |
678 | If I must die, oh, let me die | | | | | | | |
679 | Death cannot make our souls afraid | | | | | | | |
680 | Oh, for the death of those | | | | | | | |
681 | Happy soul! thy days are ended | | | | | | | |
682 | It is not death to die | | | | | | | |
683 | Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
684 | One sweet solemn thought | | | | | | | |
685 | Friend after friend departs | | | | | | | |
686 | Say why should friendship grieve for those | | | | | | | |
687 | How sweet the hour of closing day | | | | | | | |
688 | Cease, ye mourners, cease to languish | | | | | | | |
689 | So fades the lovely, blooming flower | | | | | | | |
690 | The hour of my departure's come | | | | | | | |
691 | Come, let us join our friends above | | | | | | | |
692 | Dear as thou wert, and justly dear | | | | | | | |
693 | Why do we mourn departing friends | | | | | | | |
694 | Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb! | | | | | | | |
695 | Servant of God, well done | | | | | | | |
696 | Thou art gone to the grave | | | | | | | |
697 | Sister, thou wast mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
698 | Brother, though from yonder sky | | | | | | | |
699 | Thro' sorrow's night, and danger's path | | | | | | | |
700 | And must this body die? | | | | | | | |