# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
601 | Why should we start and fear to die? | | | | | | | |
602 | How blest the righteous when he dies! | | | | | | | |
603 | A few more years shall roll | | | | | | | |
604 | O thou that wouldst not have | | | | | | | |
605 | One sweetly solemn thought | | | | | | | |
606 | Through sorrow's night and danger's path | | | | | | | |
607 | Go to thy rest, fair child! | | | | | | | |
608 | Thy life I read, my gracious Lord | | | | | | | |
609 | When blooming youth is snatched away | | | | | | | |
610 | Life is a span, a fleeting hour | | | | | | | |
611 | The morning flowers display their sweets | | | | | | | |
612 | Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
613 | Hark! a voice divides the sky | | | | | | | |
614 | Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims | | | | | | | |
615 | Calm on the bosom of thy God | | | | | | | |
616 | Why should our tears in sorrow flow | | | | | | | |
617 | Friend after friend departs | | | | | | | |
618 | Why do we mourn departing friends | | | | | | | |
619 | And must this body die | | | | | | | |
620 | Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
621 | Lo! the pris'ner is released | | | | | | | |
622 | Rejoice for a brother deceased | | | | | | | |
623 | Jesus, while our hearts are bleeding | | | | | | | |
624 | Go, spirit of the sainted dead | | | | | | | |
625 | What though the arm of conqu'ring death | | | | | | | |
626 | Go to the grave in all thy glorious prime | | | | | | | |
627 | It is not death to die | | | | | | | |
628 | Rest for the toiling hand | | | | | | | |
629 | Day of judgment, day of wonders! | | | | | | | |
630 | There is a calm for those who weep | | | | | | | |
631 | "Forever with the Lord!" | | | | | | | |
632 | Servant of God, well done! | | | | | | | |
633 | Hark, hark, my soul! angelic songs are swelling | | | | | | | |
634 | Shall man, O God of life and light | | | | | | | |
635 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
636 | We know, by faith we know | | | | | | | |
637 | Give me the wings of faith, to rise | | | | | | | |
638 | What sinners value I resign | | | | | | | |
639 | There is a land mine eye hath seen | | | | | | | |
640 | Pure are all the joys above the sky | | | | | | | |
641 | What are these arrayed in white | | | | | | | |
642 | Away with our sorrow and fear! | | | | | | | |
643 | I long to behold him arrayed | | | | | | | |
644 | How happy every child of grace | | | | | | | |
645 | O what a blessèd hope is ours! | | | | | | | |
646 | And let this feeble body fail | | | | | | | |
647 | I would not live alway; I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
648 | O mother dear, Jerusalem | | | | | | | |
649 | Jerusalem, my happy home! | | | | | | | |
650 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
651 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
652 | Jerusalem, the golden | | | | | | | |
653 | There is a land immortal | | | | | | | |
654 | Brief life is here our portion | | | | | | | |
655 | Servant of God, well done! | | | | | | | |
656 | Great God, the nations of the earth | | | | | | | |
657 | Who but thou, almighty Spirit | | | | | | | |
658 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
659 | From all that dwell below the skies | | | | | | | |
660 | Hail to the Lord's Anointed | | | | | | | |
661 | Daughter of Zion, from the dust | | | | | | | |
662 | Almighty God of love | | | | | | | |
663 | Lord, if at thy command | | | | | | | |
664 | Lord over all, if thou hast made | | | | | | | |
665 | The morning light is breaking | | | | | | | |
666 | Hasten, Lord, the glorious time | | | | | | | |
667 | O'er the gloomy hills of darkness | | | | | | | |
668 | Assembled at thy great command | | | | | | | |
669 | The nations call! from sea to sea | | | | | | | |
670 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
671 | Hark! the song of jubilee | | | | | | | |
672 | Go, ye messengers of God! | | | | | | | |
673 | Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning! | | | | | | | |
674 | On the mountain's top appearing | | | | | | | |
675 | Behold the mountain of the Lord | | | | | | | |
676 | Thou, whose almighty word | | | | | | | |
677 | Praise the Savior, all ye nations | | | | | | | |
678 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
679 | See how great a flame aspires | | | | | | | |
680 | The heavens declare thy glory, Lord | | | | | | | |
681 | How shall the young secure their hearts | | | | | | | |
682 | Let everlasting glories crown | | | | | | | |
683 | Father of all, in whom alone | | | | | | | |
684 | How precious is the book divine | | | | | | | |
685 | The counsels of redeeming grace | | | | | | | |
686 | Father of mercies, in thy word | | | | | | | |
687 | Jesus, the word bestow | | | | | | | |
688 | O Word of God incarnate | | | | | | | |
689 | Christ is made the sure Foundation | | | | | | | |
690 | Great is the Lord our God | | | | | | | |
691 | Behold the sure foundation-stone | | | | | | | |
692 | On this stone, now laid with prayer | | | | | | | |
693 | Behold thy temple, God of grace | | | | | | | |
694 | And will the great, eternal God | | | | | | | |
695 | The perfect world, by Adam trod | | | | | | | |
696 | Lord of hosts, to thee we raise | | | | | | | |
697 | Come, O thou God of grace | | | | | | | |
698 | Come, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost | | | | | | | |
699 | Shepherd of tender youth | | | | | | | |
700 | Saviour, who thy flock art feeding | | | | | | | |