# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
895 | 'Tis thine alone, Almighty Name | | | | | | | |
896 | She loved her Saviour, and to him | | | | | | | |
897 | Lord, lead the way the Saviour went | | | | | | | |
898 | Who is thy neighbor? He whom thou | | | | | | | |
899 | Life from the dead, Almighty God | | | | | | | |
900 | When, doomed to death, the apostle lay | | | | | | | |
901 | Bondage and death the cup contains | | | | | | | |
902 | How blest the children of the Lord | | | | | | | |
903 | Rich are the joys which cannot die | | | | | | | |
904 | Help us, O Lord, thy yoke to wear | | | | | | | |
905 | Dear ties of mutual succor bind | | | | | | | |
906 | Brother, hast thou wandered far | | | | | | | |
907 | As shadows, cast by cloud and sun | | | | | | | |
908 | Jesus, immortal King, arise | | | | | | | |
909 | Daughter of Zion, from the dust | | | | | | | |
910 | Great God, the nations of the earth | | | | | | | |
911 | Flung to the heedless winds | | | | | | | |
912 | Hail to the brightness of Zion’s glad morning! | | | | | | | |
913 | Thou, whose almighty word | | | | | | | |
914 | Light of the lonely pilgrim's heart | | | | | | | |
915 | The Lord will come, and not be slow | | | | | | | |
916 | Almighty Spirit, now behold | | | | | | | |
917 | Soon may the last glad song arise | | | | | | | |
918 | Sovereign of worlds! display thy power | | | | | | | |
919 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
920 | Arm of the Lord, awake, awake! | | | | | | | |
921 | Eternal Father, thou hast said | | | | | | | |
922 | Assembled at thy great command | | | | | | | |
923 | Behold, the heathen waits to know | | | | | | | |
924 | Head of the Church, whose Spirit fills | | | | | | | |
925 | Though now the nations sit beneath | | | | | | | |
926 | Comfort, ye ministers of grace | | | | | | | |
927 | Shepherd of souls, with pitying eye | | | | | | | |
928 | Jesus, thy Church, with longing eyes | | | | | | | |
929 | Look from thy sphere of endless day | | | | | | | |
930 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
931 | Roll on, thou mighty ocean! | | | | | | | |
932 | The morning light is breaking | | | | | | | |
933 | Our country's voice is pleading | | | | | | | |
934 | When shall the voice of singing | | | | | | | |
935 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
936 | See how great a flame aspires | | | | | | | |
937 | Hasten, Lord, the glorious time | | | | | | | |
938 | Hark! the song of jubilee | | | | | | | |
939 | Go, ye messengers of God | | | | | | | |
940 | O'er the gloomy hills of darkness | | | | | | | |
941 | Souls in heathen darkness lying | | | | | | | |
942 | Who, but thou, almighty Spirit | | | | | | | |
943 | Light of those whose dreary dwelling | | | | | | | |
944 | Saviour, sprinkle many nations | | | | | | | |
945 | Come, let us use the grace divine | | | | | | | |
946 | Sing to the great Jehovah's praise | | | | | | | |
947 | Join, all ye ransomed sons of grace | | | | | | | |
948 | Awake, ye saints, and raise your eyes | | | | | | | |
949 | The year is gone, beyond recall | | | | | | | |
950 | Our few revolving years | | | | | | | |
951 | Wisdom ascribe, and might, and praise | | | | | | | |
952 | How many pass the guilty night | STELLA | | | | | | |
953 | The Lord of earth and sky | | | | | | | |
954 | Ye virgin souls, arise | | | | | | | |
955 | Come, let us anew our journey pursue | | | | | | | |
956 | While, with ceaseless course, the sun | | | | | | | |
957 | A few more years shall roll | | | | | | | |
958 | How swift the torrent rolls | | | | | | | |
959 | Lord, let me know mine end | | | | | | | |
960 | How vain is all beneath the skies! | | | | | | | |
961 | Shrinking from the cold hand of death | | | | | | | |
962 | Almighty Maker of my frame | | | | | | | |
963 | Pass a few swiftly fleeting years | | | | | | | |
964 | O God, our help in ages past | | | | | | | |
965 | Thee we adore, eternal Name | | | | | | | |
966 | Thou God of glorious majesty | | | | | | | |
967 | If death my friend and me divide | | | | | | | |
968 | And am I only born to die? | | | | | | | |
969 | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
970 | Why do we mourn for dying friends | | | | | | | |
971 | Why should our tears in sorrow flow | | | | | | | |
972 | Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound | | | | | | | |
973 | Through sorrow's night, and danger's path | | | | | | | |
974 | Behold the western evening light! | | | | | | | |
975 | That solemn hour will come for me | | | | | | | |
976 | Why should we start, and fear to die? | | | | | | | |
977 | The morning flowers display their sweets | | | | | | | |
978 | Earth's transitory things decay | | | | | | | |
979 | Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
980 | How sweet the hour of closing day | | | | | | | |
981 | Shall man, O God of life and light | | | | | | | |
982 | How blest the righteous when he dies! | | | | | | | |
983 | The saints who die of Christ possessed | | | | | | | |
984 | Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
985 | O for an overcoming faith | | | | | | | |
986 | Who shall forbid our chastened woe | | | | | | | |
987 | Thy life I read, my gracious Lord | | | | | | | |
988 | Calm on the bosom of thy God | | | | | | | |
989 | When the last trumpet's awful voice | | | | | | | |
990 | O for the death of those | | | | | | | |
991 | Servant of God, well done! | | | | | | | |
992 | Rest from thy labor, rest | | | | | | | |
993 | It is not death to die | | | | | | | |
994 | Rest for the toiling hand | | | | | | | |