# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
701 | Thou art gone to the grave but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
702 | Behold the western evening light | | | | | | | |
703 | The saints who die of Christ possessed | | | | | | | |
704 | Almighty Maker of my frame | | | | | | | |
705 | And am I born to die | | | | | | | |
706 | Christ, the Lord, is ris'n to-day | | | | | | | |
707 | Angels. roll the rock away | | | | | | | |
708 | Hark, the herald angels say | | | | | | | |
709 | When God is nigh, my faith is strong | | | | | | | |
710 | What sinners value, I resign | | | | | | | |
711 | The Lord of Sabbath let us praise | | | | | | | |
712 | Our Lord is risen from the dead | | | | | | | |
713 | Lo he comes with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
714 | The Lord will come, but not the same | | | | | | | |
715 | In the sun, and moon, and stars | | | | | | | |
716 | Hasten, Lord, thy promised hour | | | | | | | |
717 | Ye servants of the Lord | | | | | | | |
718 | Thou Judge of quick and dead | | | | | | | |
719 | Thou God of glorious majesty | | | | | | | |
720 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
721 | Behold with awful pomp | | | | | | | |
722 | He comes, he comes, the judge severe | | | | | | | |
723 | Woe to the men on earth who dwell | | | | | | | |
724 | How great, how terrible that God | | | | | | | |
725 | By faith we find the place above | | | | | | | |
726 | With songs and honors sounding loud | | | | | | | |
727 | At length the wished for spring has come | | | | | | | |
728 | The leaves around me falling | | | | | | | |
729 | The hoary frost, the fleecy snow descend | | | | | | | |
730 | Great God, as seasons disappear | | | | | | | |
731 | Fountain of mercy, God of love | | | | | | | |
732 | Stern winter throws his icy chains | | | | | | | |
733 | When verdure clothes the fertile vale | | | | | | | |
734 | How sweetly along the gay mead | | | | | | | |
735 | Lord, thou hast scourged our guilty land | | | | | | | |
736 | Lord, look on all assembled here | | | | | | | |
737 | Listen, ye hills, ye mountains hear | | | | | | | |
738 | Why do the wealthy wicked boast | | | | | | | |
739 | When Christ, with all his graces crowned | | | | | | | |
740 | In vain I search creation o'er | | | | | | | |
741 | Rise, O my soul, pursue the path | | | | | | | |
742 | Jesus the mount ascends | | | | | | | |
743 | Tomorrow, Lord, is thine | | | | | | | |
744 | Let not of Christ and man the foe | | | | | | | |
745 | O charity, thou heav'nly grace | | | | | | | |
746 | Blest is the man, whose heart doth move | | | | | | | |
747 | Blest is the man who loves the poor | | | | | | | |
748 | Great God, we would to thee make known | | | | | | | |
749 | The God of nature and of grace | | | | | | | |
750 | Thy hand, O Lord, hath spread the sky | | | | | | | |
751 | Lord, we come to ask thy blessing | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal has not been proofed - data may be incomplete or incorrect]