# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
404 | Great God, we sing that mighty hand | | | | | | | |
405 | The Lord of earth and sky, The God of ages praise | | | | | | | |
406 | Come, let us anew our journey pursue, Roll round | | | | | | | |
407 | Sing to the great Jehovah's praise | | | | | | | |
408 | And now, my soul another year | | | | | | | |
409 | To praise the [thee] ever bounteous [beauteous] Lord | | | | | | | |
410 | Stern winter throws his [her] [its] icy chains | | | | | | | |
411 | Eternal source of every joy | | | | | | | |
412 | With songs and honors sounding loud | | | | | | | |
413 | While o'er our guilty land, O Lord | | | | | | | |
414 | Death, with his dread commission sealed | | | | | | | |
415 | Lord, I am pained; but I resign | | | | | | | |
416 | Sovereign of life, I [we] own thy hand | | | | | | | |
417 | Stoop down, my thoughts, that [which] used [use] to rise | | | | | | | |
418 | Death cannot make our souls afraid | | | | | | | |
419 | Lord, at thy temple we appear, As happy Simon came | | | | | | | |
420 | Hark, from the tomb [tombs] a doleful [warning] [mournful] sound | | | | | | | |
421 | Deluded souls, who think to find [grasp] | | | | | | | |
422 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
423 | Lord, 'tis an infinite delight | | | | | | | |
424 | Ye mourning saints [friends] [ ones], whose streaming tears | | | | | | | |
425 | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
426 | How long shall death, the tyrant, reign | | | | | | | |
427 | No, I'll repine at death no more | | | | | | | |
428 | Blest be the everlasting [eternal] God | | | | | | | |
429 | And must this body die | | | | | | | |
430 | Sing to the Lord, ye heavenly hosts | | | | | | | |
431 | The mighty deep gives up her trust | | | | | | | |
432 | He comes, he comes, the judge severe | | | | | | | |
433 | Lo he comes with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
434 | God has [hath] laid up in heaven for me | | | | | | | |
435 | Nor eye hath seen nor ear hath heard | | | | | | | |
436 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
437 | What sacred raptures fire my breast | | | | | | | |
437b | Hail, glorious God, thy boundless power | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal has not been proofed - data may be incomplete or incorrect]