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601 | Come, let us anew our journey pursue, Roll round | | | | | | | |
602 | Great God, let all my [our] tuneful powers | | | | | | | |
603 | God of our life [lives], thy various praise | | | | | | | |
604 | Our Helper, God, we bless his [thy] name | | | | | | | |
605 | Now, gracious Lord, thine [thy] arm reveal | | | | | | | |
606 | Great God, we sing that mighty hand | | | | | | | |
607 | Bless, O Lord, the opening year | | | | | | | |
608 | Time is winging us away | | | | | | | |
609 | While beauty clothes the fertile vale | | | | | | | |
610 | Sweet is the time of spring | | | | | | | |
611 | Pleasing spring again is here | | | | | | | |
612 | Eternal source of every joy | | | | | | | |
613 | To praise the [thee] ever bounteous [beauteous] Lord | | | | | | | |
614 | Fountain of mercy, God of love | | | | | | | |
615 | O thou who givest all their food | | | | | | | |
616 | Awake, ye saints, and raise [lift] your eyes | | | | | | | |
617 | Thee we adore, eternal name, And humbly | | | | | | | |
618 | Unvail [Unveil] thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
619 | Cease, ye [you] mourners, cease to languish | | | | | | | |
620 | Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims | | | | | | | |
621 | Why should our tears in sorrow flow | | | | | | | |
622 | When bending o'er the brink of life [death] | | | | | | | |
623 | How swiftly the torrent rolls | | | | | | | |
624 | How blest the righteous when he dies | | | | | | | |
625 | Happy soul, thy days are ended [ending] | | | | | | | |
626 | When the vale [veil] of death appears | | | | | | | |
627 | That once loved form now cold | | | | | | | |
628 | So fades the lovely, blooming flower [flowers] | | | | | | | |
629 | How still and peaceful is [Lord] the grave | | | | | | | |
630 | My soul, come, meditate the day, And think | | | | | | | |
631 | Parting soul, the flood awaits [floods await] thee | | | | | | | |
632 | Why should we start and fear to die | | | | | | | |
633 | Why do we [ye] [you] mourn departing [departed] [for dying] friends | | | | | | | |
634 | Peace, 'tis the Lord Jehovah's hand | | | | | | | |
635 | Great God, I own the sentence just | | | | | | | |
636 | Thou art gone to the grave but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
637 | O for an overcoming faith | | | | | | | |
638 | Ye mourning saints [friends] [ ones], whose streaming tears | | | | | | | |
639 | How sweet the hour of closing day | | | | | | | |
640 | Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell [adieu] | | | | | | | |
641 | In vain my [the] fancy strives to paint The moment after death | | | | | | | |
642 | There is a house not made with [by] hands, Eternal | | | | | | | |
643 | Hark, from the tomb [tombs] a doleful [warning] [mournful] sound | | | | | | | |
644 | And must this body die | | | | | | | |
645 | This place is holy ground | | | | | | | |
646 | Beneath our feet and o'er our head | | | | | | | |
647 | Stoop down, my thoughts, that [which] used [use] to rise | | | | | | | |
648 | Gently, my Savior [Father], let me down | | | | | | | |
649 | The God of love will sure indulge | | | | | | | |
650 | When blooming youth is [are] snatched [called] away | | | | | | | |
651 | Through sorrow's night and danger's path [way] [road] | | | | | | | |
652 | Death, 'tis a melancholy day To those that have no God | | | | | | | |
653 | Heaven has confirmed the great [dread] decree | | | | | | | |
654 | Hark, that shout [sound] of rapturous joy [rapture high] | | | | | | | |
655 | Sing to the Lord, ye heavenly hosts | | | | | | | |
656 | Lo he comes from heaven descending sent to judge | | | | | | | |
657 | Lo he cometh countless trumpets | | | | | | | |
658 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
659 | When rising from the bed of death | | | | | | | |
660 | Hark, the judgment trumpet sounding | | | | | | | |
661 | The Lord shall [will] come, the earth shall [will] quake | | | | | | | |
662 | Day of judgment, day of wonders | | | | | | | |
663 | Great God, what do I [we] see and hear | | | | | | | |
664 | And will the Judge descend [ascend] | | | | | | | |
665 | O [When] thou my righteous Judge shall [shalt] come | | | | | | | |
666 | See, the eternal Judge descending | | | | | | | |
667 | The [That] day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven | | | | | | | |
668 | Behold, the day is come, The righteous judge is near | | | | | | | |
669 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
670 | O for a sweet, inspiring ray | | | | | | | |
671 | High in yonder realms of light | | | | | | | |
672 | O where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
673 | How happy are the souls above, From sin | | | | | | | |
674 | Oh! weep not for the joys that fade | | | | | | | |
675 | Come, Lord, and warm each languid heart, Inspire each lifeless tongue | | | | | | | |
676 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
677 | There is an hour of hallowed peace | | | | | | | |
678 | How far beyond our mortal sight | | | | | | | |
679 | Come, let us join our friends above, who [that] have obtained the prize | | | | | | | |
680 | Now let our souls, on wings sublime | | | | | | | |
681 | Jerusalem, my happy home, name ever dear to me | | | | | | | |
682 | Friend after friend departs | | | | | | | |
683 | There is a glorious world of light | | | | | | | |
684 | Nor eye hath seen nor ear hath heard | | | | | | | |
685 | How vain a thought is bliss below | | | | | | | |
686 | Heaven is the land [place] where trouble cease | | | | | | | |
687 | Far from the [these] narrow [gloomy] scenes of night [life] | | | | | | | |
688 | This world is poor from shore to shore | | | | | | | |
689 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
690 | What is life, 'tis but [all] a vapor | | | | | | | |
691 | Raise thee my soul fly up and run | | | | | | | |
692 | Earth has engrossed my love too long | | | | | | | |
693 | Give me the wings of faith to rise | | | | | | | |
694 | Father, I long, I faint to see The place of thine abode | | | | | | | |
695 | I would not live alway [always], I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
696 | These glorious minds [ones], how bright they shine | | | | | | | |
697 | What are these in bright array | | | | | | | |
698 | Come away to the skies, my beloved, arise | | | | | | | |
699 | To Jesus, the crown of my [our] hope | | | | | | | |
700 | Palms of glory, raiment bright | | | | | | | |