# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
101 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
102 | O tell me no more of this world's vain store | | | | | | | |
103 | How happy ev'ry child of grace | | | | | | | |
104 | Vain delusive world, adieu | | | | | | | |
105 | Jesus, my all, to heav'n is gone | | | | | | | |
106 | Come on my partners in distress | | | | | | | |
107 | He dies, the Friend of sinners dies! | | | | | | | |
108 | How happy are they | | | | | | | |
109 | And let our bodies part | | | | | | | |
110 | Lo! he comes with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
111 | And must this body die | | | | | | | |
112 | Arise, my soul, arise | | | | | | | |
113 | And let this feeble body fail | | | | | | | |
114 | Life is the time to serve the Lord | | | | | | | |
115 | Pray'r is appointed to convey | | | | | | | |
116 | Jesus, the name to sinners dear | | | | | | | |
117 | How happy, gracious Lord, are we! | | | | | | | |
118 | Away with our sorrow and fear | | | | | | | |
119 | Come, all ye pilgrims of the Lord | | | | | | | |
120 | The people called christians, how many things they tell | | | | | | | |
121 | A soldier, Lord, thou hast me made | | | | | | | |
122 | Death, he is the king of terrors | | | | | | | |
123 | While shepherds in Jewry were guarding their sheep | | | | | | | |
124 | How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
125 | Lord, we come before thee now | | | | | | | |
126 | How tedious and tasteless the hours | | | | | | | |
127 | When all the mercies of my God | | | | | | | |
128 | Though troubles assail, and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
129 | O glorious hope of perfect love! | | | | | | | |
130 | Thou God of glorious majesty | | | | | | | |
131 | And am I only born to die? | | | | | | | |
132 | We lift our hearts to thee | | | | | | | |
133 | I'm not asham'd to own my Lord | | | | | | | |
134 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
135 | Hark! listen to the trumpeters! | | | | | | | |
136 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
137 | I would not live alway [always], I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
138 | Mercy, O thou Son of David | | | | | | | |
139 | Mid [midst] scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
140 | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? | | | | | | | |
141 | An alien from God, and a stranger to grace | | | | | | | |
142 | Come, let us anew our journey pursue | | | | | | | |
143 | Hail ye hosts of seraphs bright | | | | | | | |
144 | Hail ye sighing sons of sorrow | | | | | | | |
145 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
146 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
147 | 'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
148 | To leave my dear friends, and with [from] my neighbors [kindred] to depart | | | | | | | |
149 | Behold a stranger at the door | | | | | | | |
150 | Go, ye messengers of God | | | | | | | |
151 | They have gone to the land where the patriarchs rest | | | | | | | |
152 | Gently, Lord, O gently lead us | | | | | | | |
153 | Daughter of Zion, awake from thy sadness | | | | | | | |
154 | Delay not, delay not: O sinner [drunkard] draw near | | | | | | | |
155 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
156 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
157 | The praying spirit breathe | | | | | | | |
158 | A charge to keep I have, A God to glorify | | | | | | | |
159 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
160 | Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high | | | | | | | |
161 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
162 | Go ye heralds of salvation, Go proclaim | | | | | | | |
163 | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
164 | In vain my [the] fancy strives to paint The moment after death | | | | | | | |
165 | O Zion, afflicted with wave upon wave | | | | | | | |
166 | The prodigal with streaming eyes | | | | | | | |