# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
1001 | Great Source of boundless power and grace! | | | | | | | |
1002 | To thee, my God, whose presence fills | | | | | | | |
1003 | Christ leads me through no darker rooms | | | | | | | |
1004 | Affliction is a stormy deep | | | | | | | |
1005 | O thou who driest the mourner's tear | | | | | | | |
1006 | My times of sorrow and of joy | | | | | | | |
1007 | Happy are they who learn in thee | | | | | | | |
1008 | When languor and disease invade | | | | | | | |
1009 | My God, thy service well demands | | | | | | | |
1010 | In ev'ry trouble sharp and strong | | | | | | | |
1011 | And can my heart aspire so high | | | | | | | |
1012 | O thou! who, in the olive shade | | | | | | | |
1013 | With earnest longings of the mind | | | | | | | |
1014 | Now to thy heav'nly father's praise | | | | | | | |
1015 | How tender is thy hand | | | | | | | |
1016 | When overwhelm'd with grief | | | | | | | |
1017 | Out of the depths of wo | | | | | | | |
1018 | How gracious, and how wise | | | | | | | |
1019 | We love this outward world | | | | | | | |
1020 | Thou very present aid | | | | | | | |
1021 | Prince of Peace! control my will | | | | | | | |
1022 | Gently, gently lay thy rod | | | | | | | |
1023 | 'Tis my happiness below | | | | | | | |
1024 | Full of trembling expectation | | | | | | | |
1025 | Why should I, in vain repining | | | | | | | |
1026 | In the floods of tribulation | | | | | | | |
1027 | How vast is the tribute I owe | | | | | | | |
1028 | O why this disconsolate frame! | | | | | | | |
1029 | 'Tis not a lonely night watch | | | | | | | |
1030 | O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight | | | | | | | |
1031 | We will not weep, for God is standing by us | | | | | | | |
1032 | As down in the sunless retreats of the ocean | | | | | | | |
1033 | The spring-tide hour | | | | | | | |
1034 | Gently, my Saviour, let me down | | | | | | | |
1035 | The morning flow'rs display their sweets | | | | | | | |
1036 | The God of mercy will indulge | | | | | | | |
1037 | Dear is the spot where Christians sleep | | | | | | | |
1038 | Asleep in Jesus! Blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
1039 | How blest the righteous when he dies! | | | | | | | |
1040 | As the sweet flower that scents the morn | | | | | | | |
1041 | So fades the lovely, blooming flower | | | | | | | |
1042 | How blest are they whose transient years | | | | | | | |
1043 | Why should we start and fear to die? | | | | | | | |
1044 | The glories of our birth and state | | | | | | | |
1045 | Almighty Maker of my frame | | | | | | | |
1046 | O God, thy grace and blessing give | | | | | | | |
1047 | Though I walk through the gloomy vale | | | | | | | |
1048 | O mourner! who with tender love | | | | | | | |
1049 | No bitter tears for thee be shed | | | | | | | |
1050 | Unvail thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
1051 | The hour of my departure's come | | | | | | | |
1052 | How short and hasty is our life | | | | | | | |
1053 | Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell | | | | | | | |
1054 | Death cannot make our souls afraid | | | | | | | |
1055 | Life is a span--a fleeting hour | | | | | | | |
1056 | Dear as thou wast, and justly dear | | | | | | | |
1057 | Why do we mourn departing friends | | | | | | | |
1058 | When blooming youth is snatch'd away | | | | | | | |
1059 | Not for the pious dead we weep | | | | | | | |
1060 | Let not your hearts with anxious thoughts | | | | | | | |
1061 | How happy is the pilgrim's lot! | | | | | | | |
1062 | She was the music of our home | | | | | | | |
1063 | O for an overcoming faith | | | | | | | |
1064 | What though the arm of conquering death | | | | | | | |
1065 | O where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
1066 | It is not death to die | | | | | | | |
1067 | Our fathers!where are they | | | | | | | |
1068 | Far from my heavenly home | | | | | | | |
1069 | Go to thy rest, fair child! | | | | | | | |
1070 | Servant of God, well done! | | | | | | | |
1071 | Though I walk the downward shade | | | | | | | |
1072 | Deathless spirit, now arise! | | | | | | | |
1073 | Fallen--on Zion's battle-field | | | | | | | |
1074 | They are going--only going | | | | | | | |
1075 | Dropping down the troubled river | | | | | | | |
1076 | Sister, thou wast mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
1077 | Happy soul! thy days are ended | | | | | | | |
1078 | What is life? 'tis but a vapor | | | | | | | |
1079 | Tossed no more on life's rough billow | | | | | | | |
1080 | When the vale of death appears | | | | | | | |
1081 | Time is winging us away | | | | | | | |
1082 | Go to the grave in all thy glorious prime | | | | | | | |
1083 | Weep not for the saint that ascends | | | | | | | |
1084 | What's this that steals upon my frame? | | | | | | | |
1085 | O think that, while you're weeping here | | | | | | | |
1086 | There is a calm for those who weep | | | | | | | |
1087 | Lowly and solemn be | | | | | | | |
1088 | As flows the rapid river | | | | | | | |
1089 | Alas! how poor and little worth | | | | | | | |
1090 | Friend after friend departs | | | | | | | |
1091 | When the spark of life is waning | | | | | | | |
1092 | No, no, it is not dying | | | | | | | |
1093 | Thou God of love! beneath thy sheltering wings | | | | | | | |
1094 | Go to thy rest in peace | | | | | | | |
1095 | Away from his home and the friends of his youth | | | | | | | |
1096 | Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
1097 | Christian, the vision before thee is glorious | | | | | | | |
1098 | Far, far o'er hill and dale, on the winds stealing | | | | | | | |
1099 | Hope of our hearts, O Lord, appear | | | | | | | |
1100 | The Church has waited long | | | | | | | |