# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
801 | Eternal Spirit, heavenly Dove | | | | | | | |
802 | All ye that love Immanuel's name | | | | | | | |
803 | Ye who your native vileness mourn | | | | | | | |
804 | Jesus, my Saviour, and my all | | | | | | | |
805 | Amazing grace! and shall I still | | | | | | | |
806 | Apostles trod this holy ground | | | | | | | |
807 | With lowly minds, and lofty songs | | | | | | | |
808 | To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost | | | | | | | |
809 | Descend, celestial Dove | | | | | | | |
810 | Proclaim, saith Christ, my wondrous grace | | | | | | | |
811 | Attend, ye children of your God | | | | | | | |
812 | The holy eunuch, when baptiz'd | | | | | | | |
813 | Almighty Maker of my frame | | | | | | | |
814 | God of eternity, from thee | | | | | | | |
815 | How long shall earth's alluring toys | | | | | | | |
816 | How various and how new | | | | | | | |
817 | We've no abiding city here | | | | | | | |
818 | This world can never give | | | | | | | |
819 | Come, let us join our friends above | | | | | | | |
820 | Eternity, stupendous theme | | | | | | | |
821 | Eternity is just at hand | | | | | | | |
822 | My thoughts, that often mount the skies | | | | | | | |
823 | Ah I shall soon be dying | | | | | | | |
824 | Lord, must I die? O, let me die | | | | | | | |
825 | O God of love, with cheering ray | | | | | | | |
826 | When death appears before my sight | | | | | | | |
827 | While on the verge of life I stand | | | | | | | |
828 | Lord, 'tis an infinite delight | | | | | | | |
829 | When he, who from the scourge of wrong | | | | | | | |
830 | Thy life I read, my dearest Lord | | | | | | | |
831 | When blooming youth is snatched away | | | | | | | |
832 | Ye mourning saints, whose streaming tears | | | | | | | |
833 | Happy soul, thy days are ended | | | | | | | |
834 | My Father calls me to his arms | | | | | | | |
835 | Sweet is the scene when christians die | | | | | | | |
836 | Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
837 | When sickness shakes the languid frame | | | | | | | |
838 | Prepare me gracious God | | | | | | | |
839 | Why flow these torrents of distress | | | | | | | |
840 | Peace, 'tis the Lord Jehovah's hand | | | | | | | |
841 | The God of love will sure indulge | | | | | | | |
842 | Heaven has confirm'd the dread decree | | | | | | | |
843 | Now let our drooping hearts revive | | | | | | | |
844 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
845 | How long shall death, the tyrant, reign | | | | | | | |
846 | Why should our mourning thoughts delight | | | | | | | |
847 | Day of judgment, day of wonders | | | | | | | |
848 | He comes, he comes, to judge the world | | | | | | | |
849 | Lo he comes with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
850 | Lo he cometh countless trumpets | | | | | | | |
851 | On yonder glorious height | | | | | | | |
852 | Great judge of all, that day will come | | | | | | | |
853 | Arise and shine, O Zion fair | | | | | | | |
854 | That day of wrath, that dreadful day | | | | | | | |
855 | How great, how terrible that God | | | | | | | |
856 | My wakened soul, extend thy wings | | | | | | | |
857 | Methinks the last great day is come | | | | | | | |
858 | And will the Judge descend? | | | | | | | |
859 | Attend, my ear, my heart, rejoice | | | | | | | |
860 | When shall thy lovely face be seen | | | | | | | |
861 | In what confusion earth appears | | | | | | | |
862 | Lord, when I read the traitor's doom | | | | | | | |
863 | Sinner, O why so thoughtless grown | | | | | | | |
864 | There is a world we have not seen | | | | | | | |
865 | Do flesh and nature dread to die | | | | | | | |
866 | Come, Lord, and warm each languid heart | | | | | | | |
867 | Awake, ye saints, and raise your eyes | | | | | | | |
868 | O for a sweet, inspiring ray | | | | | | | |
869 | If Jesus is ours we have a true friend! | | | | | | | |
870 | Praise God, from whom all blessings flow | | | | | | | |
871 | Not unto us, but Thee alone | | | | | | | |
872 | To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost | | | | | | | |
873 | Sing we to our God above | | | | | | | |
874 | Let God the Father, and the Son | | | | | | | |
875 | Ye angels round the throne | | | | | | | |
876 | O praise the Lord, ye saints | | | | | | | |
877 | O 'tis a sweet employ | | | | | | | |
878 | Glory, be to God the Father | | | | | | | |
B1 | Awake, my soul, in joyful lays | | | | | | | |
B2 | Thy mercy, my God, is the theme of my song | | | | | | | |
B3 | Come, thou almighty King | | | | | | | |
B4 | By the poor widow's oil and meal | | | | | | | |
B5 | How painfully pleasing the fond recollection | | | | | | | |
B6 | Mighty God, while angels bless Thee | | | | | | | |
B7 | O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight | | | | | | | |
B8 | His voice, as the sound of a dulcimer sweet | | | | | | | |
B9 | But when armed with vengeance | | | | | | | |
B10 | Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone | | | | | | | |
B11 | From the regions of love, lo, an angel descended | | | | | | | |
B12 | Brightest and best of the sons of the morning | | | | | | | |
B13 | Flow fast, my tears, the cause is great | | | | | | | |
B14 | Great High Priest, we view thee stooping | | | | | | | |
B15 | Head of thy church triumphant | | | | | | | |
B16 | Hark—hark—the notes of joy | | | | | | | |
B17 | Holy Jesus, lovely lamb, thine and only | | | | | | | |
B18 | I long to behold him arrayed with glory | | | | | | | |
B19 | See the Lord of glory dying | | | | | | | |
B20 | See the gloomy, gathering cloud | | | | | | | |
B21 | When marshall'd on the nightly plain | | | | | | | |
B22 | When Joseph his brethren beheld | | | | | | | |