# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
701 | Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound | | | | | | | |
702 | Teach me the measure of my days | | | | | | | |
703 | Thee we adore, eternal Name! | | | | | | | |
704 | That awful hour will soon appear | | | | | | | |
705 | God of eternity! from thee | | | | | | | |
706 | The morning flow'rs display their sweets | | | | | | | |
707 | When death appears before my sight | | | | | | | |
708 | Why should we start and fear to die? | | | | | | | |
709 | And must this body die? | | | | | | | |
710 | Must friends and kindred droop and die | | | | | | | |
711 | Though nature's voice you must obey | | | | | | | |
712 | While to the grave our friends are borne | | | | | | | |
713 | Thy life I read, my dearest Lord! | | | | | | | |
714 | Life is a span, a fleeting hour | | | | | | | |
715 | When blooming youth is snatch'd away | | | | | | | |
716 | Spirit—leave thine house of clay! | | | | | | | |
717 | From his low bed of mortal dust | | | | | | | |
718 | Why do we mourn departing friends? | | | | | | | |
719 | In vain my fancy strives to paint | | | | | | | |
720 | When life's tempestuous storms are o'er | | | | | | | |
721 | There is a house not made with hands | | | | | | | |
722 | Hark! from on high a solemn voice | | | | | | | |
723 | The grave is now a favour'd spot | | | | | | | |
724 | What scenes of horror and of dread | | | | | | | |
725 | Death! 'tis a melancholy day | | | | | | | |
726 | My thoughts on awful subjects roll | | | | | | | |
727 | No, I'll repine at death no more | | | | | | | |
728 | What sinners value, I resign | | | | | | | |
729 | Through sorrow's night and danger's path | | | | | | | |
730 | How long shall death, the tyrant, reign | | | | | | | |
731 | Lo! He comes, with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
732 | Day of judgment,—day of wonders | | | | | | | |
733 | How great, how terrible that God | | | | | | | |
734 | Methinks the last great day is come | | | | | | | |
735 | Lo, he comes, array'd in vengeance | | | | | | | |
736 | Lo, he comes, the King of glory | | | | | | | |
737 | See th'Eternal Judge descending | | | | | | | |
738 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
739 | Earth has engross'd my love too long! | | | | | | | |
740 | O the delights, the heavenly joys | | | | | | | |
741 | When faith beholds the saints above | | | | | | | |
742 | Nor eye hath seen, nor ear hath heard | | | | | | | |
743 | Ye golden lamps of heav'n! farewell | | | | | | | |
744 | Not to the terrors of the Lord | | | | | | | |
745 | Come, Lord, and warm each languid heart | | | | | | | |
746 | Exalted high at God's right hand | | | | | | | |
747 | From this world's joys and senseless mirth | | | | | | | |
748 | High in yonder realms of light | | | | | | | |
749 | I'm bound for New Jerusalem | | | | | | | |
750 | Hell! 'tis a word of dreadful sound | | | | | | | |
751 | And will the Judge descend? | | | | | | | |
752 | Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
753 | Christians! brethren! ere we part | | | | | | | |
754 | The peace which God alone reveals | | | | | | | |
755 | This God is the God we adore | | | | | | | |
756 | Once more, before we part | | | | | | | |
757 | May the grace of Christ, our Saviour | | | | | | | |
758 | Thanks for mercies past receive | | | | | | | |
759 | Thy presence, everlasting God! | | | | | | | |
760 | To God the Father, God the Son | | | | | | | |
761 | Now let the Father and the Son | | | | | | | |
762 | To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost | | | | | | | |
763 | To God the Father, God the Son | | | | | | | |
764 | All Glory to th'Eternal Three | | | | | | | |
765 | Father, Son, and Holy Spirit | | | | | | | |