# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
896 | Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning! | | | | | | | |
897 | Saviour, visit thy plantation! | | | | | | | |
898 | Hark! the sound of angel-voices | | | | | | | |
899 | Where the woodman's axe is ringing | | | | | | | |
900 | On the mountain's top appearing | | | | | | | |
901 | O'er the gloomy hills of darkness | | | | | | | |
902 | Hark! the song of jubilee | | | | | | | |
903 | Hasten, Lord! the glorious time | | | | | | | |
904 | Arm of the Lord! awake, awake | | | | | | | |
905 | Though now the nations sit beneath | | | | | | | |
906 | Zion! awake, thy strength renew | | | | | | | |
907 | Soon may the last glad song arise | | | | | | | |
908 | Assembled at thy great command | | | | | | | |
909 | Jesus! thy church, with longing eyes | | | | | | | |
910 | Ascend thy throne, almighty King | | | | | | | |
911 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
912 | Sovereign of worlds! display thy power | | | | | | | |
913 | O Sun of righteousness, arise | | | | | | | |
914 | O thou whom we adore! | | | | | | | |
915 | Come, kingdom of our God | | | | | | | |
916 | Come, Lord, and tarry not! | | | | | | | |
917 | Oh, for the happy hour | | | | | | | |
918 | O Lord, thy work revive | | | | | | | |
919 | God is the refuge of his saints | | | | | | | |
920 | Great God! whose universal sway | | | | | | | |
921 | Triumphant Zion, lift thy head | | | | | | | |
922 | Why on the bending willows hung | | | | | | | |
923 | Look from thy sphere of endless day | | | | | | | |
924 | God, in his earthly temple, lays | | | | | | | |
925 | Great Shepherd of thine Israel! | | | | | | | |
926 | Halleluja! song of gladness | | | | | | | |
927 | Oh, that the Lord's salvation | | | | | | | |
928 | Now be the gospel banner | | | | | | | |
929 | See! how great a flame aspires | | | | | | | |
930 | Let Zion and her sons rejoice | | | | | | | |
931 | Daughter of Zion! from the dust | | | | | | | |
932 | Watchman! tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
933 | I would not live alway: I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
934 | Thou art gone to the grave! but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
935 | Tender Shepherd, thou hast stilled | | | | | | | |
936 | Jesus lives! no longer now | | | | | | | |
937 | Behold the western evening light! | | | | | | | |
938 | Beneath our feet and o'er our head | | | | | | | |
939 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
940 | Time is winging us away | | | | | | | |
941 | Why should we start, and fear to die? | | | | | | | |
942 | How blest the righteous when he dies | | | | | | | |
943 | Through every age, eternal God! | | | | | | | |
944 | Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep! | | | | | | | |
945 | So fades the lovely, blooming flower | | | | | | | |
946 | "Forever with the Lord!" | | | | | | | |
947 | Oh, for the death of those | | | | | | | |
948 | A few more years shall roll | | | | | | | |
949 | One sweetly solemn thought | | | | | | | |
950 | Oh, for an overcoming faith | | | | | | | |
951 | Through sorrow's night, and danger's path | | | | | | | |
952 | When downward to the darksome tomb | | | | | | | |
953 | Why do we mourn departing friends | | | | | | | |
954 | How vain is all beneath the skies! | | | | | | | |
955 | What sinners value I resign | | | | | | | |
956 | What is life? 'tis but a vapor | | | | | | | |
957 | When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come | | | | | | | |
958 | How swift the torrent rolls | | | | | | | |
959 | The Church has waited long | | | | | | | |
960 | For all thy saints, O God | | | | | | | |
961 | It is not death to die | | | | | | | |
962 | Servant of God, well done! | | | | | | | |
963 | Make haste, O man, to live | | | | | | | |
964 | O God, our help in ages past | | | | | | | |
965 | No, no, it is not dying | | | | | | | |
966 | Unvail thy bosom, faithful tomb! | | | | | | | |
967 | Vital spark of heavenly flame! | | | | | | | |
968 | Let me be with thee where thou art | | | | | | | |
969 | How still and peaceful is the grave! | | | | | | | |
970 | Why should our tears in sorrow flow | | | | | | | |
971 | This place is holy ground! | | | | | | | |
972 | Go to the grave in all thy glorious prime! | | | | | | | |
973 | O Son of God, in glory crowned | | | | | | | |
974 | See the eternal Judge descending! | | | | | | | |
975 | Day of judgment! day of wonders! | | | | | | | |
976 | Great God, what do I see and hear! | | | | | | | |
977 | When my last hour is close at hand | | | | | | | |
978 | Earth is past away and gone | | | | | | | |
979 | Behold, the day is come | | | | | | | |
980 | And will the Judge descend | | | | | | | |
981 | The day of wrath! that dreadful day | | | | | | | |
982 | Lo! the mighty God appearing | | | | | | | |
983 | Day of anger! that dread day | | | | | | | |
984 | The Lord shall come! the earth shall quake! | | | | | | | |
985 | Eternity! eternity! | | | | | | | |
986 | Lo! he comes with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
987 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
988 | When rising from the bed of death | | | | | | | |
989 | On Jordan's rugged banks I stand | | | | | | | |
990 | Behold the glories of the Lamb | | | | | | | |
991 | There is a house not made with hands | | | | | | | |
992 | Beyond the smiling and the weeping | | | | | | | |
993 | O Paradise, O Paradise | | | | | | | |
994 | I'm but a stranger here | | | | | | | |
995 | I have a home above | | | | | | | |