# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
701 | O God, our help in ages past | | | | | | | |
702 | Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound | | | | | | | |
703 | Thou God of glorious majesty | | | | | | | |
704 | Pass a few swiftly-fleeting years | | | | | | | |
705 | And am I only born to die? | | | | | | | |
706 | And am I born to die? | | | | | | | |
707 | O thou that wouldst not have | | | | | | | |
708 | O where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
709 | Shrinking from the cold hand of death | | | | | | | |
710 | Why should we start and fear to die? | | | | | | | |
711 | Jesus, the vision of thy face | | | | | | | |
712 | How blest the righteous when he dies! | | | | | | | |
713 | What scenes of horror and of dread | | | | | | | |
714 | My thoughts on awful subjects roll | | | | | | | |
715 | The saints who die of Christ possess'd | | | | | | | |
716 | We know, by faith we know | | | | | | | |
717 | Absent, alas! from God | | | | | | | |
718 | And must I be to judgment brought | | | | | | | |
719 | The day of wrath, that dreadful day | | | | | | | |
720 | What are these arrayed in white | | | | | | | |
721 | Vain man, thy fond pursuits forbear | | | | | | | |
722 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
723 | The great archangel's trump shall sound | | | | | | | |
724 | I long to behold him array'd | | | | | | | |
725 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
726 | Come, let us join our friends above | | | | | | | |
727 | Woe to the men on earth who dwell | | | | | | | |
728 | Stand th' omnipotent decree! | | | | | | | |
729 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
730 | And must this body die | | | | | | | |
731 | One sweetly solemn though | | | | | | | |
732 | And let this feeble body fail | | | | | | | |
733 | I would not live alway: I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
734 | The morning flowers display their sweets | | | | | | | |
735 | Hark! a voice divides the sky | | | | | | | |
736 | Pure are the joys above the sky | | | | | | | |
737 | Life is the time to serve the Lord | | | | | | | |
738 | Sing to the Lord, ye heavenly hosts | | | | | | | |
739 | Sleep, thou dust and ashes, sleep | | | | | | | |
740 | 'Tis finish'd, 'tis done, The spirit is fled | | | | | | | |
741 | Lo! the pris'ner is releas'd | | | | | | | |
742 | Hosanna to God, In his highest abode | | | | | | | |
743 | What though the arm of conqu'ring death | | | | | | | |
744 | Away with our sorrow and fear! | | | | | | | |
745 | The Church in her militant state | | | | | | | |
746 | Thy life I read, my gracious Lord | | | | | | | |
747 | Servant of God, well done! | | | | | | | |
748 | Thou Judge of quick and dead | | | | | | | |
749 | Why do we mourn departing friends | | | | | | | |
750 | Behold! with awful pomp | | | | | | | |
751 | Jerusalem, my happy home! | | | | | | | |
752 | There is a house not made with hands | | | | | | | |
753 | Jesus! the vision of Thy face | | | | | | | |
754 | Lo! on a narrow neck of land | | | | | | | |
755 | Beneath our feet and o'er our head | | | | | | | |
756 | Go to the grave in all thy glorious prime | | | | | | | |
757 | Through every age, eternal God | | | | | | | |
758 | Thou art gone to the grave; but we will nto deplore thee | | | | | | | |
759 | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
760 | How long shall Death, the tyrant reign | | | | | | | |
761 | Where are the dead? In heaven or hell | | | | | | | |
762 | Take comfort, Christians, when your friends | | | | | | | |
763 | The chariot! the chariot! its wheels rollin fire | | | | | | | |
764 | While shepherds watch'd their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
765 | Hither, ye faithful, haste with songs of triumph | | | | | | | |
766 | Shepherds, rejoice; lift up your eyes | | | | | | | |
767 | When Jordan hush'd his waters still | | | | | | | |
768 | Brightest and best of the sons of the morning | | | | | | | |
769 | Hark, the glad sound! the Saviour comes | | | | | | | |
770 | Bright was the guiding star, that led | | | | | | | |
771 | Hark! what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
772 | Hail to the Lord's anointed | | | | | | | |
773 | When, marshall'd on the nightly plain | | | | | | | |
774 | Gentle stranger, fearless come | | | | | | | |
775 | Father of all, by whom we are | | | | | | | |
776 | I my Ebenezer raise | | | | | | | |
777 | God of my life, to thee | | | | | | | |
778 | Come away to the skies, My beloved arise | | | | | | | |
779 | Crowns of glory ever bright | | | | | | | |
780 | Lord, while for all mankind we pray | | | | | | | |
781 | O Lord, our fathers oft have told | | | | | | | |
782 | God is in Judah known | | | | | | | |
783 | Swell the anthem, raise the song | | | | | | | |
784 | Lord, look on all assembl'd here | | | | | | | |
785 | Lord, thou hast scourg'd our guilty land | | | | | | | |
786 | When angry nations rush to arms | | | | | | | |
787 | Through all the lofty sky | | | | | | | |
788 | We bless thy name, Almighty God | | | | | | | |
789 | How hast thou, Lord, in righteous wrath | | | | | | | |
790 | The Lord in judgment now appears | | | | | | | |
791 | O God, thy righteousness we own | | | | | | | |
792 | Thy mighty arm, O God, was nigh | | | | | | | |
793 | Eternal Sovereign of the sky | | | | | | | |
794 | Eternal God! our humbled souls | | | | | | | |
795 | With all the boasted pomp of war | | | | | | | |
796 | Sinners, the call obey | | | | | | | |
797 | Awake, my soul, and with the sun | | | | | | | |
798 | Once more, my soul, the rsing day | | | | | | | |
799 | Awake, my soul, to meet the day | | | | | | | |
800 | See how the morning sun | | | | | | | |