# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
397 | "Do this," and remember the blood that was shed | | | | | | | |
398 | O'er the gloomy hills of darkness | | | | | | | |
399 | When shall the voice of singing | | | | | | | |
400 | Watchman! tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
401 | On the mountain's top appearing | | | | | | | |
402 | How beauteous are their feet | | | | | | | |
403 | "Go preach my gospel," saith the Lord | | | | | | | |
404 | Salvation! oh, the joyful sound! | | | | | | | |
405 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
406 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
407 | The Prince of salvation in triumph is riding | | | | | | | |
408 | Yes, my native land, I love thee | | | | | | | |
409 | The morning light is breaking | | | | | | | |
410 | Rejoice, rejoice, the promised time is coming | | | | | | | |
411 | As flows the rapid river | | | | | | | |
412 | How swift, alas! the moments fly! | | | | | | | |
413 | Eternity is just at hand | | | | | | | |
414 | God of eternity, from thee | | | | | | | |
415 | And now, my soul, another year | | | | | | | |
416 | Time is winging us away | | | | | | | |
417 | While, with ceaseless course, the sun | | | | | | | |
418 | Almighty Maker of my frame | | | | | | | |
419 | Come, let us anew | | | | | | | |
420 | How short and hasty is our life | | | | | | | |
421 | Thee we adore, Eternal Name | | | | | | | |
422 | Our life is like an idle dream | | | | | | | |
423 | No room for mirth or trifling here | | | | | | | |
424 | And must this body die? | | | | | | | |
425 | Why should we start and fear to die? | | | | | | | |
426 | Hark! from the tombs a warning sound | | | | | | | |
427 | Life is a span--a fleeting hour | | | | | | | |
428 | When at the margin of the stream | | | | | | | |
429 | Stoop down, my thoughts that used to rise | | | | | | | |
430 | Why do we mourn departing friends | | | | | | | |
431 | How rest the saints in Christ, who sleep | | | | | | | |
432 | Servant of God, well done | | | | | | | |
433 | How blest the righteous when he dies! | | | | | | | |
434 | What, what is this that steals upon my frame? | | | | | | | |
435 | Shed not a tear o'er your friend's early bier | | | | | | | |
436 | As vernal flowers that scent the morn | | | | | | | |
437 | Sister, thou wast mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
438 | Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims | | | | | | | |
439 | Cease here longer to detain me | | | | | | | |
440 | My soul, come, meditate the day | | | | | | | |
441 | Mother, has the dove that nestled | | | | | | | |
442 | I would not live always: I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
443 | The chariot! the chariot! its wheels roll in fire | | | | | | | |
444 | How sad to return to the home where light-hearted | | | | | | | |
445 | Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
446 | O God, my inmost soul convert | | | | | | | |
447 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
448 | Lo! he comes, with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
449 | The last lovely morning | | | | | | | |
450 | That day of wrath, that dreadful day | | | | | | | |
451 | There comes a day, a fearful day | | | | | | | |
452 | And will the Judge descend? | | | | | | | |
453 | Cease, ye mourners, cease to languish | | | | | | | |
454 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
455 | Oh sing to me of heaven | | | | | | | |
456 | Jerusalem! my happy home! | | | | | | | |
457 | There is a place where my hopes are stayed | | | | | | | |
458 | Though hard the winds are blowing | | | | | | | |
459 | How sweet to reflect on those joys that await me | | | | | | | |
460 | There is a land mine eye hath seen | | | | | | | |
461 | When shall we meet again? | | | | | | | |
462 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
463 | Come, let us join our friends above | | | | | | | |
464 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
465 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
466 | What is life? 'tis but a vapor | | | | | | | |
467 | This world is all a fleeting show | | | | | | | |
D1 | Praise God, from whom all blessings flow | | | | | | | |
D2 | To God the Father, God the Son | | | | | | | |
D3 | Let God the Father, and the Son | | | | | | | |
D4 | Ye angels round the throne | | | | | | | |
D5 | Great Jehovah, we adore thee | | | | | | | |
D6 | To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost | | | | | | | |
D7 | To God the Father's throne | | | | | | | |
D8 | Praise the God of our salvation | | | | | | | |
D9 | Sing we to our God above | | | | | | | |