# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
301 | 'Twas a doleful night on Calvary's hight | | | | | | | |
302 | Lone pilgrim, cease that mournful sigh | | | | | | | |
303 | Dear Saviour, we would know thy love | | | | | | | |
304 | Lo! He comes; th' Archangel's trumpet | | | | | | | |
305 | Hark! th' Archangel's trump is sounding | | | | | | | |
306 | O Happy day! that bursts the tomb | | | | | | | |
307 | The Saviour comes, his advent's nigh | | | | | | | |
308 | The Lord is coming! let this be | | | | | | | |
309 | Star of our hope! he'll soon appear | | | | | | | |
310 | I know that my Redeemer lives | | | | | | | |
311 | Joy to the world, the Lord will come! | | | | | | | |
312 | As Jesus died, and rose again | | | | | | | |
313 | The Lord will come! but not the same | | | | | | | |
314 | Lift your heads, ye friends of Jesus | | | | | | | |
315 | What sound is this salutes my ear? | | | | | | | |
316 | Awake, ye saints, and raise your eyes | | | | | | | |
317 | Lo, what a glorious sight appears | | | | | | | |
318 | Hear the glorious proclamation | | | | | | | |
319 | Saviour, my spirit longs | | | | | | | |
320 | The chariot! the chariot! its wheels roll in fire | | | | | | | |
321 | Glad tidings! glad tidings! the kingdom is near | | | | | | | |
322 | Come, Desire of nations, come! | | | | | | | |
323 | Clouds of glory lingering | | | | | | | |
324 | Our Saviour comes to raise the just | | | | | | | |
325 | A little while, our Lord shall come | | | | | | | |
326 | Hark! that shout of rapture high | | | | | | | |
327 | In the sun, and moon, and stars | | | | | | | |
328 | Day of Judgment, day of wonders! | | | | | | | |
329 | Lo! He comes, with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
330 | Behold, the day is come; The righteous Judge is near | | | | | | | |
331 | He reigns! the Lord, the Savior reigns! | | | | | | | |
332 | The day of wrath, that dreadful day | | | | | | | |
333 | Dark brood the heavens over thee! | | | | | | | |
334 | The great decisive day is at hand, is at hand! | | | | | | | |
335 | A Day of awful grandeur dawns | | | | | | | |
336 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
337 | The angel comes; he comes to reap | | | | | | | |
338 | And must I be to Judgment brought | | | | | | | |
339 | Sinners, the call obey | | | | | | | |
340 | Oh! solemn thought, and can it be | | | | | | | |
341 | Ah, guilty sinner, ruined by transgression | | | | | | | |
342 | Throned on a cloud, the Judge will come | | | | | | | |
343 | And will the Judge descend? | | | | | | | |
344 | Zion, the city of our God | | | | | | | |
345 | Our Lord is risen from the dead | | | | | | | |
346 | We've no abiding city here | | | | | | | |
347 | Thy kingdom come. Thus day by day | | | | | | | |
348 | The time is near when Zion's sons | | | | | | | |
349 | Great God, whose universal sway | | | | | | | |
350 | A mystery doth the gospel show | | | | | | | |
351 | Jerusalem, my happy home | | | | | | | |
352 | On the high cliffs of Jordan, with pleasure I stand | | | | | | | |
353 | Oh! sweetly through the gloomy years | | | | | | | |
354 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
355 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
356 | Hark! ten thousand harps and voices | | | | | | | |
357 | Come, saith Jesus' sacred voice | | | | | | | |
358 | I long to behold Him arrayed | | | | | | | |
359 | Away with our sorrow and fear! | | | | | | | |
360 | This is not my place of resting | | | | | | | |
361 | Come, thou long expected Jesus | | | | | | | |
362 | We have heard from the bright, the holy land | | | | | | | |
363 | Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning! | | | | | | | |
364 | When God descends with men to dwell | | | | | | | |
365 | Beautiful Zion, built above | | | | | | | |
366 | Where two or three, with sweet accord | | | | | | | |
367 | Now we have met in Jesus' name | | | | | | | |
368 | Behold a Stranger at the door! | | | | | | | |
369 | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
370 | What! never speak one evil word? | | | | | | | |
371 | O Land of rest, for thee I sigh | | | | | | | |
372 | Now to haven of thy breast | | | | | | | |
373 | Jesus, my all, to Heaven is gone | | | | | | | |
374 | By faith I to the fountain fly | | | | | | | |
375 | When strangers stand and hear me tell | | | | | | | |
376 | God of my life, to thee I call | | | | | | | |
377 | My heavenly home is bright and fair | | | | | | | |
378 | In the cross of Christ I glory | | | | | | | |
379 | Ye who know your sins forgiven | | | | | | | |
380 | The tempter to my soul hath said | | | | | | | |
381 | Jesus, my love, my chief delight | | | | | | | |
382 | Awake, my soul! in joyful lays | | | | | | | |
383 | When power divine, in mortal form | | | | | | | |
384 | Wait, O my soul, thy Maker's will | | | | | | | |
385 | Awake! Jerusalem, awake! | | | | | | | |
386 | Jesus, our Lord, make no delay | | | | | | | |
387 | Kind are the words, that Jesus speaks | | | | | | | |
388 | All praise to our redeeming Lord | | | | | | | |
389 | How cheering is the Christian's hope | | | | | | | |
390 | How happy they who know the Lord | | | | | | | |
391 | Oh! for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
392 | To thee, my Shepherd, and my Lord | | | | | | | |
393 | Walk in the light! so shalt thou know | | | | | | | |
394 | Alas, and did my Saviour bleed? | | | | | | | |
395 | Father! whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
396 | Be perfect - holiness pursue | | | | | | | |
397 | Eye hath not seen, ear hath not heard | | | | | | | |
398 | What poor, despised company | | | | | | | |
399 | Blest are the pure in heart | | | | | | | |
400 | When all thy mercies, O my God | | | | | | | |