# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
401 | Awake our souls, away our fears | | | | | | | |
402 | On wings of love the christian flies | | | | | | | |
403 | Awake, my soul, stretch ev'ry nerve | | | | | | | |
404 | Beyond the bounds of time and space | | | | | | | |
405 | Father of mercies, God of love | | | | | | | |
406 | Praise to God, immortal praise | | | | | | | |
407 | My soul shall praise thee, O my God | | | | | | | |
408 | God of my life, through all its days | | | | | | | |
409 | Father divine, before thy view | | | | | | | |
410 | The Lord, how tender is his love! | | | | | | | |
411 | Lord, in this wretched vale of tears | | | | | | | |
412 | The Lord can clear the darkest skies | | | | | | | |
413 | Great Ruler of all nature's frame | | | | | | | |
414 | In thy rebuke, all-gracious God | | | | | | | |
415 | Why does the will of heav'n ordain | | | | | | | |
416 | Patience, O 'tis a grace divine | | | | | | | |
417 | Peace, my complaining, doubting heart | | | | | | | |
418 | Why in my heart with grief opprest? | | | | | | | |
419 | And can my heart aspire so high | | | | | | | |
420 | How gracious and how wise | | | | | | | |
421 | Naked as from the earth we came | | | | | | | |
422 | With God my friend, the radiant sun | | | | | | | |
423 | Weary of these low scenes of night | | | | | | | |
424 | Providence, profusely kind | | | | | | | |
425 | In vain my roving thoughts would find | | | | | | | |
426 | How long shall dreams of creature bliss | | | | | | | |
427 | Man has a soul of vast desires | | | | | | | |
428 | How vain are all the things here below | | | | | | | |
429 | When in the light of things divine | | | | | | | |
430 | How vain a thought is bliss below! | | | | | | | |
431 | The evils that beset our path | | | | | | | |
432 | My God, whose all-prevading eye | | | | | | | |
433 | The great Creator, wise and good | | | | | | | |
434 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
435 | How rich thy favors, God of grace | | | | | | | |
436 | My God, my hope, if thou art mine | | | | | | | |
437 | My God, to thee my souls aspires | | | | | | | |
438 | Should famine o'er the mourning field | | | | | | | |
439 | The darken'd sky, how thick it low'rs! | | | | | | | |
440 | Time, what an empty vapor 'tis! | | | | | | | |
441 | Our God, our help in ages past | | | | | | | |
442 | Great Former of this various frame | | | | | | | |
443 | Life like a vain amusement flies | | | | | | | |
444 | Teach me the measure of my days | | | | | | | |
445 | Our life is but an idle play | | | | | | | |
446 | Thee we adore, Eternal name | | | | | | | |
447 | Lord, we adore thy wondrous name | | | | | | | |
448 | That awful hour will soon appear | | | | | | | |
449 | How swift the torrent rolls | | | | | | | |
450 | Sov'reign of life, before thine eye | | | | | | | |
451 | Behold the path which mortals tread | | | | | | | |
452 | How still and peaceful is the grave! | | | | | | | |
453 | God of eternity, from thee | | | | | | | |
454 | Swift glide the hours of life away | | | | | | | |
455 | The swift-declining day | | | | | | | |
456 | Christians, awake, and raise your eyes | | | | | | | |
457 | Ye servants of the Lord | | | | | | | |
458 | Awake, my drowsy soul, awake | | | | | | | |
459 | The morning flow'rs display their sweets | | | | | | | |
460 | Eternal God, how frail is man | | | | | | | |
461 | Ye nations, hear, ye sons of earth | | | | | | | |
462 | Father of all, my soul defend | | | | | | | |
463 | My faith and hope in God are strong | | | | | | | |
464 | All nature dies, and lives again | | | | | | | |
465 | Great God, I own thy sentence just | | | | | | | |
466 | When death appears before my sight | | | | | | | |
467 | No, I'll repine at death no more | | | | | | | |
468 | O tell to all whom earth sustains | | | | | | | |
469 | Heav'n has confirm'd the great decree | | | | | | | |
470 | The Lord, th' Almighty Monarch, spake | | | | | | | |
471 | The God of glory sends his summons forth | | | | | | | |
472 | The Lord, the Judge, his churches warns | | | | | | | |
473 | Spring up, my soul, with ardent flight | | | | | | | |
474 | Why should this earth delight us so? | | | | | | | |
475 | What sinners value, I resign | | | | | | | |
476 | To heav'n, my longing soul, aspire | | | | | | | |
477 | Ye humble souls, complain no more | | | | | | | |
478 | With transport, Lord, we view the page | | | | | | | |
479 | Blest be the everlasting God | | | | | | | |
480 | From this world's joys and senseless mirth | | | | | | | |
481 | Far from these narrow scenes of night | | | | | | | |
482 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
483 | On wings of faith mount up, my soul, and rise | | | | | | | |
484 | Those happy realms of joy and peace | | | | | | | |
485 | Imperfect creatures of a day | | | | | | | |
486 | Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell | | | | | | | |
487 | Not to the terrors of the Lord | | | | | | | |
488 | From north and south, from east and west | | | | | | | |
489 | And will the Great Eternal God | | | | | | | |
490 | Greatest of beings, Source of good | | | | | | | |
491 | "I come," the great Redeemer cries | | | | | | | |
492 | 'Twas on that dreadful, doleful night | | | | | | | |
493 | This feast was Jesus' high behest | | | | | | | |
494 | My God, and is this table spread | | | | | | | |
495 | Jesus invites his friends | | | | | | | |
496 | How rich are thy provisions, Lord | | | | | | | |
497 | Ye foll'wers of the Prince of Peace | | | | | | | |
498 | We praise the Lord for heav'nly bread | | | | | | | |
499 | Pity the nations, O our God | | | | | | | |
500 | Blest is the man whose heart is kind | | | | | | | |