# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
501 | Farewell, and what if next we meet | | | | | | | |
502 | When Jesus dwelt in mortal clay | | | | | | | |
503 | Father of mercies, send thy grace | | | | | | | |
504 | While the heralds of salvation | | | | | | | |
505 | When we, with welcome slumber press'd | | | | | | | |
506 | Great God preserved by thine arm | | | | | | | |
507 | Should God forbid the sun to rise | | | | | | | |
508 | My lovely Jesus while on earth | | | | | | | |
509 | Now the shades of night are gone | | | | | | | |
510 | Indulgent Father, by whose care | | | | | | | |
511 | O Lord, another day is flown | | | | | | | |
512 | The day is past and gone | | | | | | | |
513 | The night shall hear me raise my song | | | | | | | |
514 | Inspirer and hearer of prayer | | | | | | | |
515 | Begone, my earthly cares, away | | | | | | | |
516 | Another six days' work is done | | | | | | | |
517 | When on the third auspicious day | | | | | | | |
518 | Frequent the day of God returns | | | | | | | |
519 | Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord we love | | | | | | | |
520 | See, how rude winter's icy hand | | | | | | | |
521 | At length the wish'd for spring has come | | | | | | | |
522 | The summer harvest spreads the field | | | | | | | |
523 | The flowery spring at God's command | | | | | | | |
524 | Now, gracious Lord, Thine arm reveal | | | | | | | |
525 | Come Lord and bless the rising race | | | | | | | |
526 | Come, let us anew | | | | | | | |
527 | Awake, ye saints, and raise your eyes | | | | | | | |
528 | Since Jesus freely did appear | | | | | | | |
529 | With grateful hearts and tuneful lays | | | | | | | |
530 | With cheerful voices rise and sing | | | | | | | |
531 | Brethren, belov'd for Jesus' sake | | | | | | | |
532 | Lord, when together here we meet | | | | | | | |
533 | Blest be the tie that binds | | | | | | | |
534 | Through Christ when we together came | | | | | | | |
535 | Come Christian brethren ere we part | | | | | | | |
536 | Blest be the dear, uniting love | | | | | | | |
537 | Farewell, dear friends, a short farewell | | | | | | | |
538 | Come, let us now forget our mirth | | | | | | | |
539 | Gay is thy morning flattering hope | | | | | | | |
540 | My son, know thou the Lord | | | | | | | |
541 | Now let a true ambition rise | | | | | | | |
542 | Religion is the chief concern | | | | | | | |
543 | The God who once to Israel spoke | | | | | | | |
544 | Ye lovely bands of blooming youth | | | | | | | |
545 | The joy that vain amusements give | | | | | | | |
546 | We wander in a thorny maze | | | | | | | |
547 | Ye hearts, with youthful vigor warm | | | | | | | |
548 | With humble heart and tongue | | | | | | | |
549 | And have I measured half my days | | | | | | | |
550 | Eternal God! enthron'd on high! | | | | | | | |
551 | See, gracious Lord, before thy throne | | | | | | | |
552 | Break thro' the clouds, dear Lord, and shine | | | | | | | |
553 | Long unafflicted undismayed | | | | | | | |
554 | Why should the Christian waste in sighs | | | | | | | |
555 | Were once our vain desires subdu'd | | | | | | | |
556 | When languor and disease invade | | | | | | | |
557 | And let this feeble body fail | | | | | | | |
558 | The billows swell, the winds are high | | | | | | | |
559 | Disconsolate tenant of clay | | | | | | | |
560 | Jesus great Healer of mankind | | | | | | | |
561 | O thou who dry'st the mourner's tear | | | | | | | |
562 | O Thou from whom all goodness flows | | | | | | | |
563 | Just o'er the grave I hung | | | | | | | |
564 | 'Tis hard from those we love to go | | | | | | | |
565 | Far from affliction, toil and care | | | | | | | |
566 | From his low bed of mortal dust | | | | | | | |
567 | The grave is now a favored spot | | | | | | | |
568 | Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
569 | How blest the sacred tie that binds | | | | | | | |
570 | 'Tis finished, the conflict is past | | | | | | | |
571 | In vain my fancy strives to paint | | | | | | | |
572 | How blest the righteous are | | | | | | | |
573 | When blooming youth is snatch'd away | | | | | | | |
574 | The once loved form, now cold and dead | | | | | | | |
575 | Oft as the bell, with solemn toll | | | | | | | |
576 | The time is short the season near | | | | | | | |
577 | The mighty flood that rolls along | | | | | | | |
578 | I wait a few sorrowful years | | | | | | | |
579 | Eternity is just at hand | | | | | | | |
580 | Lo! on a narrow neck of land | | | | | | | |
581 | The winter past reviving flowers | | | | | | | |
582 | Through sorrow's night and danger's path | | | | | | | |
583 | The saints who now in Jesus sleep | | | | | | | |
584 | Our life how short, a groan, a sigh | | | | | | | |
585 | When rising from the bed of death | | | | | | | |
586 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
587 | See, the eternal Judge descending | | | | | | | |
588 | Sinners, take the friendly warning | | | | | | | |
589 | Methinks the last great day is come | | | | | | | |
590 | When bending o'er the brink of life | | | | | | | |
591 | Vain man, thy fond pursuits forbear | | | | | | | |
592 | Where are the dead, in heaven or hell | | | | | | | |
593 | O where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
594 | Dear Saviour, thy victorious love | | | | | | | |
595 | Sweet glories rush upon my sight | | | | | | | |
596 | Earth has engross'd my love too long! | | | | | | | |
597 | I soon shall accomplish my race | | | | | | | |
598 | Happy soul, thy days are ended | | | | | | | |
599 | Ye angels, who stand round the throne | | | | | | | |
600 | High in yonder realms of light | | | | | | | |