# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
301 | Far from my [our] thoughts, vain world, be gone | | | | | | | |
302 | I send the joys of earth away | | | | | | | |
303 | Once more we bow before our God; Once more his blessing we ask | | | | | | | |
304 | Come, Holy Spirit, come, and give | | | | | | | |
305 | Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly dove, with all thy quickening powers | | | | | | | |
306 | From every stormy wind [sense] that blows | | | | | | | |
307 | Brethren I bid you all farewell | | | | | | | |
308 | Broad is the road, and wide | | | | | | | |
309 | Let others compass seas and land | | | | | | | |
310 | O for a glance of heavenly day | | | | | | | |
311 | Dismiss us with Thy blessing, Lord, Help | | | | | | | |
312 | May the grace of Christ [God] our [the] Savior | | | | | | | |
313 | Religion, what a vast estate | | | | | | | |
314 | From all that [who] dwell [dwells] below the [in earth and] skies | | | | | | | |
315 | 'Tis religion that can give sweetest pleasures | | | | | | | |
316 | Salvation, O the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
317 | Blest be the [that] dear uniting love | | | | | | | |
318 | Religion is the chief concern | | | | | | | |
319.1 | I have soungt round the verdant earth | | | | | | | |
319.2 | Through many danters, toils and snares | | | | | | | |
319.3 | Grace led my roving feet | | | | | | | |
319.4 | Why was I made to hear thy voice | | | | | | | |
319.5 | Nor earth, nor all thy sky | | | | | | | |
319.6 | Dangers stand thick through all the ground | | | | | | | |
319.7 | Far from my thoughts, vain world, be gone | | | | | | | |
319.8 | Let me love thee more and more | | | | | | | |
320 | Angels ministered to Jesus | | | | | | | |
321 | Our days, alas, how transient | | | | | | | |
322 | O come, come with me to the old church yard [churchyard] | | | | | | | |
323 | It was a blooming flower | | | | | | | |
324 | Shed not a tear, o'er your friend's early bier | | | | | | | |
325 | My body's now at rest | | | | | | | |
326 | Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
327 | Come, thoughtless mortals | | | | | | | |
328 | Sister, thou wast [wert] mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
329 | The monster, death, sweeps o'er | | | | | | | |
330 | O sing to me of heaven | | | | | | | |
331 | When blooming youth is [are] snatched [called] away | | | | | | | |
332 | Ye vanities of time, begone | | | | | | | |
333 | Behold the calm | | | | | | | |
334 | My rest [home] is in heaven [Eden], my rest [home] is not here | | | | | | | |
335 | There is a stream whose current | | | | | | | |
336 | Eternity is just at hand | | | | | | | |
337 | Teach me the measure of my days | | | | | | | |
338 | Behold! a sweet wonder in heaven was seen | | | | | | | |
339 | In eighteen hundred thirty-three | | | | | | | |
340 | I came to the spot where the White Pilgrim lay | | | | | | | |
341 | Ye children of Zion, and saints | | | | | | | |
342 | I looked, and lo, an awful gulf | | | | | | | |
343 | Begin, my soul, the heavenly song | | | | | | | |
344 | I'm almost gone, just on the eve | | | | | | | |
345 | I was almost in despair | | | | | | | |