# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
a1103 | Champion of Jesus!-- man of God | | | | | | | |
a1104 | In vain our fancy strives to paint | | | | | | | |
a1105 | Swift as the arrow outs its way | | | | | | | |
a1106 | Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims | | | | | | | |
a1107 | While through this changing world we roam | | | | | | | |
a1108 | Why do we mourn departing friends | | | | | | | |
a1109 | The time draws nigh, when from the clouds | | | | | | | |
a1110 | My soul, come, meditate the day | | | | | | | |
a1111 | When wild confusion wrecks the air | | | | | | | |
a1112 | Awake, ye saints, and raise your eyes | | | | | | | |
a1113 | All nature dies, and lives again | | | | | | | |
a1114 | Beneath our feet and o'er our head | | | | | | | |
a1115 | The broken ties of happier days | | | | | | | |
a1116 | I travel all the irksome night | | | | | | | |
a1117 | Few, few, and evil are thy days | | | | | | | |
a1118 | Alas! how poor and little worth | | | | | | | |
a1119 | O! sweet as vernal dews that fill | | | | | | | |
a1120 | The songs of Zion oft impart | | | | | | | |
a1121 | The once loved form, now cold and dead | | | | | | | |
a1122 | Blest hour, when virtuous friends shall meet | | | | | | | |
a1123 | How happy they, who, safely housed | | | | | | | |
a1124 | Calm on the bosom of thy God | | | | | | | |
a1125 | O, most delightful hour by man | | | | | | | |
a1126 | The dead are like the stars by day | | | | | | | |
a1127 | Another hand is beckoning us | | | | | | | |
a1128 | Dear as thou wast, and justly dear | | | | | | | |
a1129 | The world eludes my fond desire | | | | | | | |
a1130 | Why should our tears in sorrow flow | | | | | | | |
a1131 | Into the silent land | | | | | | | |
a1132 | I am the man that hath seen affliction | | | | | | | |
a1133 | Yon spot in the churchyard | | | | | | | |
a1134 | If a man die, shall he live again? | | | | | | | |
a1135 | Go to thy rest, fair child! | | | | | | | |
a1136 | What though the stream be dead | | | | | | | |
a1137 | O spirit, freed from earth | | | | | | | |
a1138 | Servant of God, well done! | | | | | | | |
a1139 | Servant of God, well done! | | | | | | | |
a1140 | In expectation sweet | | | | | | | |
a1141 | To-morrow, Lord, is Thine | | | | | | | |
a1142 | And must this body die? | NEWELL | | | | | | |
a1143 | And will the Judge descend | | | | | | | |
a1144 | Beneath the star-lit arch | | | | | | | |
a1145 | How swift the torrent rolls | | | | | | | |
a1146 | My Father's house on high! | | | | | | | |
a1147 | Lord! what a feeble piece | | | | | | | |
a1148 | Lord! let me know mine end | | | | | | | |
a1149 | Brother, though from yonder sky | | | | | | | |
a1150 | Lo! the prisoner is released | | | | | | | |
a1151 | Hark! a voice divides the sky! | | | | | | | |
a1152 | High in yonder realms of light | | | | | | | |
a1153 | Spirit, leave thy house of clay | | | | | | | |
a1154 | Day of wrath, that day of burning | | | | | | | |
a1155 | In the sun, and moon, and stars | | | | | | | |
a1156 | Saviour, now receive him | | | | | | | |
a1157 | With silence only as their benediction | | | | | | | |
a1158 | This place is holy ground | | | | | | | |
a1159 | Friend after friend departs | | | | | | | |
a1160 | Far, far o'er hill and dell | | | | | | | |
a1161 | Thro' Thy protecting care kept till the dawning | | | | | | | |
a1162 | Go to the grave in all thy glorious prime | | | | | | | |
a1163 | When shall we meet again? | | | | | | | |
a1164 | Let me not, thou King eternal | | | | | | | |
a1165 | Star of peace to wand'rers dreary | | | | | | | |
a1166 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
a1167 | Time is winging us away | | | | | | | |
a1168 | Lift not thou the wailing voice | | | | | | | |
a1169 | Jesus lives! thy terrors now | | | | | | | |
a1170 | Stand th'omnipotent decree! | | | | | | | |
a1171 | O how cheating, O how fleeting | | | | | | | |
a1172 | What's this that steals, that steals upon my frame? | | | | | | | |
a1173 | See the leaves around us falling | | | | | | | |
a1174 | Cease, ye mourners, cease to languish | | | | | | | |
a1175 | Cease here longer to detain me | | | | | | | |
a1176 | When the vale of death appears | | | | | | | |
a1177 | Christian, the morn breaks sweetly o'er thee | | | | | | | |
a1178 | The festal morn, my God, is come | | | | | | | |
a1179 | If death my friend and me divide | | | | | | | |
a1180 | The Lord into His garden comes | | | | | | | |
a1181 | How happy is the pilgrim's lot! | | | | | | | |
a1182 | We suffer with our Master here | | | | | | | |
a1183 | I would not live alway; I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
a1184 | O Saviour, whose mercy, severe in its kindness | | | | | | | |
a1185 | The voice of free grace cries | | | | | | | |
a1186 | Thou art gone to the grave! but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
a1187 | Lo! He cometh,-- countless trumpets | | | | | | | |
a1188 | Brother! rest from sin and sorrow | | | | | | | |
a1189 | Lo! the mighty God appearing | | | | | | | |
a1190 | Great Redeemer, Friend of sinners | | | | | | | |
a1191 | Happy soul! thy days are ended | | | | | | | |
a1192 | Let me go, the day is breaking | | | | | | | |
a1193 | Parting soul! the flood awaits thee | | | | | | | |
a1194 | Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger | | | | | | | |
a1195 | Hail, my ever blessed Jesus! | | | | | | | |
a1196 | See the stars from heaven falling! | | | | | | | |
a1197 | Lo! the seal of death is breaking | | | | | | | |
a1198a | Through life's vapors dimly seeing | | | | | | | |
a1198b | Jesus, blessed Mediator! | | | | | | | |
a1199 | Brother, thou art gone before us | MOYLE | | | | | | |
a1200 | Come, Desire of nations, come! | | | | | | | |
a1201 | Lord of earth! thy forming hand | | | | | | | |