# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
901 | He comes, he comes, to judge the world | | | | | | | |
902 | How happy are the little flock | | | | | | | |
903 | In the sun, and moon, and stars | | | | | | | |
904 | Lift your heads, ye friends of Jesus | | | | | | | |
905 | Righteous God, whose vengeful vials | | | | | | | |
906 | See, the eternal Judge descending | | | | | | | |
907 | Sinners, take the friendly warning | | | | | | | |
908 | Stand the omnipotent decree | | | | | | | |
909 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
910 | The angel comes, he comes to reap | | | | | | | |
911 | The great archangel's trump shall sound | | | | | | | |
912 | The Lord shall [will] come, the earth shall [will] quake | | | | | | | |
913 | Ye virgin [waiting] souls, arise | | | | | | | |
914 | Death, 'tis a melancholy day To those that have no God | | | | | | | |
915 | Earth has engrossed my love too long | | | | | | | |
916 | Far from the utmost verge of day | | | | | | | |
917 | How bright the glorious spirits shine | | | | | | | |
918 | High in yonder realms of light | | | | | | | |
919 | In what confusion earth appears | | | | | | | |
920 | Let all the [on] earth their voices raise, to sing | | | | | | | |
921 | Nor eye hath seen nor ear hath heard | | | | | | | |
922 | Sinner [sinners], O why so thoughtless grown | | | | | | | |
923 | There is a home of peaceful rest To mourning wanderers given | | | | | | | |
924 | All praise to the Lord | | | | | | | |
925 | God of the seas, thy [thine awful] thundering | | | | | | | |
926 | Guide us, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
927 | How are thy servants blest, O Lord [God] | | | | | | | |
928 | How is thy glorious power adored | | | | | | | |
929 | How oft unthinking sailors | | | | | | | |
930 | How sweet the songs of Zion sound when seamen | | | | | | | |
931 | In lands strange and distant | | | | | | | |
932 | In the wide waste of water | | | | | | | |
933 | I've sailed o'er the ocean | | | | | | | |
934 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
935 | Launched on a sea where troubled waves | | | | | | | |
936 | Lead us, heavenly Father, lead us, o'er | | | | | | | |
937 | [O] God, who [that] madest [made the] earth and heaven [sky] | | | | | | | |
938 | Once on the raging seas I sail | | | | | | | |
939 | Our little bark, on boisterous seas | | | | | | | |
940 | See the calm, but faithless sea | | | | | | | |
941 | Star of peace to wanderers weary [dreary] | | | | | | | |
942 | The billows swell, the winds are high | | | | | | | |
943 | Though hard the winds are blowing | | | | | | | |
944 | Thy works of glory, mighty Lord | | | | | | | |
945 | Tossed upon life's raging billow | | | | | | | |
946 | When rocks and when shallows beset us | | | | | | | |
947 | Would you behold the works of God | | | | | | | |
948 | All ye that pass by | | | | | | | |
949 | And am I only born to die | | | | | | | |
950 | As Lot bid his city adieu | | | | | | | |
951 | Awake, our souls, away our fears | | | | | | | |
952 | Broad is the road [stream] that leads to death [wrath] | | | | | | | |
953 | Come, saith [said] [says] Jesus' sacred voice | | | | | | | |
954 | Death, with his dread commission sealed | | | | | | | |
955 | I have fought the good fight | | | | | | | |
956 | In the floods of tribulation | | | | | | | |
957 | Is this the kind return | | | | | | | |
958 | Glory to God that [who] walks the sky | | | | | | | |
959 | Go, spirit, to the world divine | | | | | | | |
960 | Hail, ye days of solemn meeting | | | | | | | |
961 | Happy the man, whose cautious steps | | | | | | | |
962 | Hearts of stone, relent, relent | | | | | | | |
963 | I hate the tempter and his charms | | | | | | | |
964 | Now begin the heavenly theme | | | | | | | |
965 | Now have our hearts embraced our God | | | | | | | |
966 | O happy day that fixed [seals] [stays] my choice | | | | | | | |
967 | O turn ye [you] poor sinners, for why will ye [you] die | | | | | | | |
968 | See the Lord of glory dying | | | | | | | |
969 | The fields are all white and the harvest is near | | | | | | | |
970 | The Lord is our Shepherd, our Guardian and Guide | | | | | | | |
971 | Thou art my refuge, O my God | | | | | | | |
972 | What secret hand, at morning light | | | | | | | |
973 | What mean [means] these jealousies and fears | | | | | | | |
974 | When gloomy thoughts and boding fears | | | | | | | |
975 | Why do we [ye] [you] mourn departing [departed] [for dying] friends | | | | | | | |
976 | Thus saith the Lord to Ephesus | | | | | | | |
977 | The message first to Smyrna sent | | | | | | | |
978 | Write to Sardis, said the Lord | | | | | | | |
979 | Thus saith the holy One, and true | | | | | | | |
980 | Hear what the Lord the great Amen | | | | | | | |
981 | All hail, thou lovely Lamb of God | | | | | | | |
982 | Awake, my soul, in [to] joyful [joyous] lays | | | | | | | |
983 | Awake, my soul, lift up thine eyes | | | | | | | |
984 | Blest be the dear, uniting love | | | | | | | |
985 | Brethren beloved for Jesus | | | | | | | |
986 | Come boldly to the throne of grace | | | | | | | |
987 | Come, ye [you] disconsolate, where'er ye [you] languish | | | | | | | |
988 | Draw nigh to us, Jehovah | | | | | | | |
989 | Here in thy presence, O our God | | | | | | | |
990 | How blest the sacred tie that binds | | | | | | | |
991 | Jerusalem, my glorious home | | | | | | | |
992 | Jesus, where'er thy people meet | | | | | | | |
993 | Lord, when together here we meet | | | | | | | |
994 | Now shall my solemn vows be paid | | | | | | | |
995 | Now we are met in holy fear to hear the happy saints | | | | | | | |
996 | O Lord, our languid souls inspire | | | | | | | |
997 | Our souls by [in] love together knit [drawn] [joined] | | | | | | | |
998 | 'Tis pleasant to sing the sweet praise | | | | | | | |
999 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
1000 | Why sleep we, my brethren? come, let us arise | | | | | | | |