# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
501 | All hail! ye servants of the Lord | | | | | | | |
502 | Onward, herald of the gospel | | | | | | | |
503 | What courteous stranger at the door | | | | | | | |
504 | Now mercy's light-winged page | | | | | | | |
505 | Though 'mid forests dark and dreary | | | | | | | |
506 | Go forth on wings of faith and prayer | | | | | | | |
507 | Let pure clouds of incense be wafted to heaven | | | | | | | |
508 | Through many climes, o'er many lands | | | | | | | |
509 | Hail precious book divine! | | | | | | | |
510 | What glory gilds the sacred page! | | | | | | | |
511 | What is the world? a wildering maze | | | | | | | |
512 | Thy people, Lord, who trust thy word | | | | | | | |
513 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
514 | Great God, the nations of the earth | | | | | | | |
515 | Jesus, we bow before thy throne | | | | | | | |
516 | O Lord our God, arise | | | | | | | |
517 | Lord, send thy word and let it fly | | | | | | | |
518 | O Spirit of the living God! | | | | | | | |
519 | O, send thy Spirit down | | | | | | | |
520 | While the heralds of salvation | | | | | | | |
521 | Christians, the glorious hope ye know | | | | | | | |
522 | The heathen perish, day by day | | | | | | | |
523 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
524 | Ye messengers of Christ | | | | | | | |
525 | Yes, my native land, I love thee | | | | | | | |
526 | O'er the gloomy hills of darkness | | | | | | | |
527 | Watchman! tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
528 | The morning light is breaking | | | | | | | |
529 | Look, ye saints! the day is breaking | | | | | | | |
530 | Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning | | | | | | | |
531 | Who are these that come from far | | | | | | | |
532 | Wake the song of Jubilee! | | | | | | | |
533 | Lo! what a glorious sight appears | | | | | | | |
534 | O righteous God, thou Judge supreme | | | | | | | |
535 | Dread Jehovah! God of nations! | | | | | | | |
536 | How long hath God bestowed his care | | | | | | | |
537 | Is this the kind return | | | | | | | |
538 | O, bless the Lord, my soul | | | | | | | |
539 | Lord of heaven, and earth, and ocean | | | | | | | |
540 | Lord, may thy goodness cause our land | | | | | | | |
541 | Swell the anthem, raise the song | | | | | | | |
542 | Give to our God immortal praise! | | | | | | | |
543 | My days, my weeks, my months, my years | | | | | | | |
544 | Remark, my soul, the narrow bound | | | | | | | |
545 | Thee we adore, Eternal Name | | | | | | | |
546 | Our helper, God, we bless thy name | | | | | | | |
547 | Awake, ye saints, and raise your eyes | | | | | | | |
548 | Great God! we sing that mighty hand | | | | | | | |
549 | Now, gracious Lord, thine arm reveal | | | | | | | |
550 | While, with ceaseless course, the sun | | | | | | | |
551 | Come, let us anew | | | | | | | |
552 | Death floats on every passing breeze | | | | | | | |
553 | The time is short! sinners, beware | | | | | | | |
554 | How short and hasty is our life | | | | | | | |
555 | The swift-declining day | | | | | | | |
556 | Hark! from the tombs a warning sound | | | | | | | |
557 | Death! 'tis a melancholy day | | | | | | | |
558 | How blest the righteous when he dies! | | | | | | | |
559 | Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep! | | | | | | | |
560 | In vain our fancy strives to paint | | | | | | | |
561 | Through sorrow's night, and danger's path | | | | | | | |
562 | Waked by the trumpet's sound | | | | | | | |
563 | And must this body die? | | | | | | | |
564 | When the last trumpet's awful voice | | | | | | | |
565 | When rising from the bed of death | | | | | | | |
566 | And will the Judge descend? | | | | | | | |
567 | Lo! he comes, with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
568 | The chariot! the chariot! its wheels roll in fire | | | | | | | |
569 | Behold the awful books displayed | | | | | | | |
570 | When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come | | | | | | | |
571 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
572 | Lo! on a narrow neck of land | | | | | | | |
573 | Eternity is just at hand! | | | | | | | |
574 | O where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
575 | There is a house not made with hands | | | | | | | |
576 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
577 | Nor eye hath seen, nor ear hath heard | | | | | | | |
578 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
579 | O for a sight, a blissful sight | | | | | | | |
580 | Ye angels, who stand round the throne | | | | | | | |
581 | What is life? 'tis but a vapor | | | | | | | |
582 | Jerusalem! my glorious home! | | | | | | | |
583 | High in yonder realms of light | | | | | | | |
D1 | Praise God, from whom all blessings flow | | | | | | | |
D2 | To God the Father, God the Son | | | | | | | |
D3 | To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost | | | | | | | |
D4 | Sing we to our God above | | | | | | | |
D5 | The Father, who sits on the throne | | | | | | | |