# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
a790 | Thus was the great Redeemer plunged | | | | | | | |
a791 | Jesus, mighty King in Sion! | | | | | | | |
a792 | See how the willing converts trace | | | | | | | |
a793 | Great God, we in thy courts appear | | | | | | | |
a794 | How great, how solemn is the work | | | | | | | |
a795 | Go teach the nations and baptize | | | | | | | |
a796 | Whate'er to thee, our Lord, belongs | | | | | | | |
a797 | Hosanna to the church's Head | | | | | | | |
a798 | Behold the grave where Jesus lay | | | | | | | |
a799 | Come, ye redeemed of the Lord | | | | | | | |
a800 | We to this place are come to show | | | | | | | |
a801 | Eternal Spirit, heavenly Dove | | | | | | | |
a802 | All ye that love Immanuel's name | | | | | | | |
a803 | Ye who your native vileness mourn | | | | | | | |
a804 | Jesus, my Saviour, and my all | | | | | | | |
a805 | Amazing grace! and shall I still | | | | | | | |
a806 | Apostles trod this holy ground | | | | | | | |
a807 | With lowly minds, and lofty songs | | | | | | | |
a808 | To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost | | | | | | | |
a809 | Descend, celestial Dove | | | | | | | |
a810 | Proclaim, saith Christ, my wondrous grace | | | | | | | |
a811 | Attend, ye children of your God | | | | | | | |
a812 | The holy eunuch, when baptiz'd | | | | | | | |
a813 | Almighty Maker of my frame | | | | | | | |
a814 | God of eternity, from thee | | | | | | | |
a815 | How long shall earth's alluring toys | | | | | | | |
a816 | How various and how new | | | | | | | |
a817 | We've no abiding city here | | | | | | | |
a818 | This world can never give | | | | | | | |
a819 | Come, let us join our friends above | | | | | | | |
a820 | Eternity, stupendous theme | | | | | | | |
a821 | Eternity is just at hand | | | | | | | |
a822 | My thoughts, that often mount the skies | | | | | | | |
a823 | Ah I shall soon be dying | | | | | | | |
a824 | Lord, must I die? O, let me die | | | | | | | |
a825 | O God of love, with cheering ray | | | | | | | |
a826 | When death appears before my sight | | | | | | | |
a827 | While on the verge of life I stand | | | | | | | |
a828 | Lord, 'tis an infinite delight | | | | | | | |
a829 | When he, who from the scourge of wrong | | | | | | | |
a830 | Thy life I read, my dearest Lord | | | | | | | |
a831 | When blooming youth is snatched away | | | | | | | |
a832 | Ye mourning saints, whose streaming tears | | | | | | | |
a833 | Happy soul, thy days are ended | | | | | | | |
a834 | My Father calls me to his arms | | | | | | | |
a835 | Sweet is the scene when christians die | | | | | | | |
a836 | Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
a837 | When sickness shakes the languid frame | | | | | | | |
a838 | Prepare me gracious God | | | | | | | |
a839 | Why flow these torrents of distress | | | | | | | |
a840 | Peace, 'tis the Lord Jehovah's hand | | | | | | | |
a841 | The God of love will sure indulge | | | | | | | |
a842 | Heaven has confirm'd the dread decree | | | | | | | |
a843 | Now let our drooping hearts revive | | | | | | | |
a844 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
a845 | How long shall death, the tyrant, reign | | | | | | | |
a846 | Why should our mourning thoughts delight | | | | | | | |
a847 | Day of judgment, day of wonders | | | | | | | |
a848 | He comes, he comes, to judge the world | | | | | | | |
a849 | Lo he comes with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
a850 | Lo he cometh countless trumpets | | | | | | | |
a851 | On yonder glorious height | | | | | | | |
a852 | Great judge of all, that day will come | | | | | | | |
a853 | Arise and shine, O Zion fair | | | | | | | |
a854 | That day of wrath, that dreadful day | | | | | | | |
a855 | How great, how terrible that God | | | | | | | |
a856 | My wakened soul, extend thy wings | | | | | | | |
a857 | Methinks the last great day is come | | | | | | | |
a858 | And will the Judge descend? | | | | | | | |
a859 | Attend, my ear, my heart, rejoice | | | | | | | |
a860 | When shall thy lovely face be seen | | | | | | | |
a861 | In what confusion earth appears | | | | | | | |
a862 | Lord, when I read the traitor's doom | | | | | | | |
a863 | Sinner, O why so thoughtless grown | | | | | | | |
a864 | There is a world we have not seen | | | | | | | |
a865 | Do flesh and nature dread to die | | | | | | | |
a866 | Come, Lord, and warm each languid heart | | | | | | | |
a867 | Awake, ye saints, and raise your eyes | | | | | | | |
a868 | O for a sweet, inspiring ray | | | | | | | |
a869 | If Jesus is ours we have a true friend! | | | | | | | |
a870 | Praise God, from whom all blessings flow | | | | | | | |
a871 | Not unto us, but Thee alone | | | | | | | |
a872 | To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost | | | | | | | |
a873 | Sing we to our God above | | | | | | | |
a874 | Let God the Father, and the Son | | | | | | | |
a875 | Ye angels round the throne | | | | | | | |
a876 | O praise the Lord, ye saints | | | | | | | |
a877 | O 'tis a sweet employ | | | | | | | |
a878 | Glory, be to God the Father | | | | | | | |
aB1 | Awake, my soul, in joyful lays | | | | | | | |
aB2 | Thy mercy, my God, is the theme of my song | | | | | | | |
aB3 | Come, thou almighty King | | | | | | | |
aB4 | By the poor widow's oil and meal | | | | | | | |
aB5 | How painfully pleasing the fond recollection | | | | | | | |
aB6 | Mighty God, while angels bless Thee | | | | | | | |
aB7 | O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight | | | | | | | |
aB8 | His voice, as the sound of a dulcimer sweet | | | | | | | |
aB9 | But when armed with vengeance | | | | | | | |
aB10 | Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone | | | | | | | |
aB11 | From the regions of love, lo, an angel descended | | | | | | | |