# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
b251 | Hail the day so long expected, Hail the year | | | | | | | |
b252 | Did Christ o'er sinners weep? | | | | | | | |
b253 | To leave my dear friends, and with [from] my neighbors [kindred] to depart | | | | | | | |
b254 | To God who built the sky, who formed the earth and sea | | | | | | | |
b255 | Lord of eternal truth divine, Of heaven | | | | | | | |
b256 | Great Architect of heaven and earth | | | | | | | |
b257 | Ere yet he bowed his sacred head | | | | | | | |
b258 | This is the field, the world below, In which the sower | | | | | | | |
b259 | Christians, Christ for you hath bled | | | | | | | |
b260 | A few more days of grief and woe, A few more | | | | | | | |
b261 | As fades the landscape from the sight | | | | | | | |
b262 | Low down in this beautiful valley | | | | | | | |
b263 | Hail, thou once despised Jesus | | | | | | | |
b264 | What scenes of glory strike my sense | | | | | | | |
b265 | Born in anguish, nursed in sorrow | | | | | | | |
b266 | The splendid scene presents to sight | | | | | | | |
b267 | While thee I [we] seek, protecting power | | | | | | | |
b268 | My Jesus, thou hast taught | | | | | | | |
b269 | When, O my Savior, shall this heart | | | | | | | |
b270 | O Jesus, my hope, for me offered up | | | | | | | |
b271 | Great Source of being and of love | | | | | | | |
b272 | Hark, my soul, it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
b273 | Now is the accepted time | | | | | | | |
b274 | Return, O wanderer, return [Return, return, now wanderer] | | | | | | | |
b275 | Now my time is come for going | | | | | | | |
b276 | Blest day, when our ascended Lord | | | | | | | |
b277 | Blest Jesus, source of grace divine | | | | | | | |
b278 | Come, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove | | | | | | | |
b279 | Come, Holy Spirit, calm each mind | | | | | | | |
b280 | Great Father of each perfect gift | | | | | | | |
b281 | Lord, in the temple [temples] of thy grace | | | | | | | |
b282 | The dews and rains, in all their store | | | | | | | |
b283 | O help us Lord each hour of need | | | | | | | |
b284 | Hearts of stone, relent, relent | | | | | | | |
b285 | There's a Friend above all others, O how he loves | | | | | | | |
b286 | My gracious Redeemer I [I'll] love | | | | | | | |
b287 | Hark, how the gospel trumpet sounds | | | | | | | |
b288 | And can I yet delay | | | | | | | |
b289 | People of the living God | | | | | | | |
b290 | If life's pleasures charm [cheer] thee [you], give them not thy [your] heart | | | | | | | |
b291 | I would not live alway [always], I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
b292 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
b293 | Soldiers of the cross, arise! | | | | | | | |
b294 | Come all ye young people of every nation | | | | | | | |
b295 | Hark! brethren, don't you hear the sound | | | | | | | |
b296 | Begin, my soul, the exalted lay | | | | | | | |
b297 | Although the vine its fruit deny | | | | | | | |
b298 | How sweet to reflect on the [those] joys that await me [us] | | | | | | | |
b299 | Hail the day that saw him rise | | | | | | | |
b300 | Ye [You] servants of God [Christ] your Master proclaim | | | | | | | |
b301 | Thou art gone to the grave but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
b302 | I have fought the good fight | | | | | | | |
b303 | How happy and blessed am I | | | | | | | |
b304 | Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger | | | | | | | |
b305 | When sickness shakes the [languid] frame | | | | | | | |
b306 | Sovereign of life, I [we] own thy hand | | | | | | | |
b307 | O how I love thy holy word | | | | | | | |
b308 | See how the morning [mounting] [rising] sun | | | | | | | |
b309 | Jehovah, God! thy gracious power | | | | | | | |