# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
401 | O, who in such a world as this | | | | | | | |
402 | Were all our hopes and all our fears | | | | | | | |
403 | Behold the beauteous western light | | | | | | | |
404 | How calm the scene when virtue dies | | | | | | | |
405 | The day is come, the welcome day | | | | | | | |
406 | The hour of my departure's come | | | | | | | |
407 | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
408 | When sickness shakes the languid frame | | | | | | | |
409 | When life's tempestuous storms are o'er | | | | | | | |
410 | Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell | | | | | | | |
411 | Behold an hour of heavenly rest | | | | | | | |
412 | Blessed hour, when virtuous friends shall meet | | | | | | | |
413 | Far from these scenes of night | | | | | | | |
414 | O, could we soar to worlds above | | | | | | | |
415 | Oh, stay thy tears; for they are blessed | | | | | | | |
416 | O, when shall our spirits exchange | | | | | | | |
417 | 'Stand still, refulgent orb of day' | | | | | | | |
418 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
419 | Why weep for those, frail child of wo | | | | | | | |
420 | The toils of life are past | | | | | | | |
421 | While to the grave our friends are borne | | | | | | | |
422 | When life's appointed course is run | | | | | | | |
423 | How still and peaceful, Lord, the grave | | | | | | | |
424 | Behold the gloomy vale | | | | | | | |
425 | Like some sweet flower, that cheers the morn | | | | | | | |
426 | We've seen the blushing flower of spring | | | | | | | |
427 | This life's a dream, a fleeting hour | | | | | | | |
428 | How short the term of human life! | | | | | | | |
429 | Our fathers, where are they | | | | | | | |
430 | He dies, he dies, alas! he dies | | | | | | | |
431 | Lord, what a feeble piece | | | | | | | |
432 | Sinful man is doomed to death | | | | | | | |
433 | Children of men, the tomb survey | | | | | | | |
434 | Arise, my soul, extend thy wings | | | | | | | |
435 | Hear, O ye dead! awake, arise | | | | | | | |
436 | Lo, he comes, from heaven descending | | | | | | | |
437 | When wild confusion wrecks the air | | | | | | | |
438 | The day approaches, O my soul | | | | | | | |
439 | Heaven is a pure and awful place | | | | | | | |
440 | Pure are all the joys above the sky | | | | | | | |
441 | Wretched sinner, where's thy gain? | | | | | | | |
442 | God in his mercy calls | | | | | | | |
443 | Vain man, thy fond pursuits forbear | | | | | | | |
444 | God of eternity, from thee | | | | | | | |
445 | O time, how few thy value weigh! | | | | | | | |
446 | Time is a rich, but transient gift | | | | | | | |
447 | That awful hour will soon appear | | | | | | | |
448 | The time draws near, when thou, my soul | | | | | | | |
449 | Welcome the humblest flowers | | | | | | | |
450 | Ye infants and children, draw near | | | | | | | |
451 | Amid the gayest scenes of youth | | | | | | | |
452 | In all the gayest scenes of youth | | | | | | | |
453 | Placed on the verge of youth, my mind | | | | | | | |
454 | Father of all, thy name I sing | | | | | | | |
455 | Lo, we behold the scattering shades | | | | | | | |
456 | All nature dies, and lives again | | | | | | | |
457 | The wintry storms have ceased to roar | | | | | | | |
458 | When verdure clothes the fertile vale | | | | | | | |
459 | Behold the fields in bright array | | | | | | | |
460 | Another brief summer has taken its flight | | | | | | | |
461 | The blooming summer now is past | | | | | | | |
462 | Great God, at whose all-powerful call | | | | | | | |
463 | Rejoice; the Lord is king | | | | | | | |
464 | The heavenly spheres to thee, O God | | | | | | | |
465 | Praise to God, immortal praise | | | | | | | |
466 | All hail the smiling rays | | | | | | | |
467 | And now, my soul, another year | | | | | | | |
468 | While with ceaseless course the sun | | | | | | | |
469 | Lord, grant us every public good | | | | | | | |
470 | Be joyful, ye servants and children of God | | | | | | | |
471 | How rich thy gifts, Almighty King! | | | | | | | |
472 | Lord, wilt thou here attend | | | | | | | |
473 | O Thou to whom in ancient time | | | | | | | |
474 | This house, to thee we now devote | | | | | | | |
475 | By thine unchanging mercy, Lord | | | | | | | |
476 | O thou, who art above all height | | | | | | | |
477 | Thy love and mercy, gracious God | | | | | | | |
478 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
479 | To Him, from whom our blessings flow | | | | | | | |
480 | Accept, O god, the praise we bring | | | | | | | |
481 | Behold the Son of God | | | | | | | |
482 | Father, we wait to feel thy grace | | | | | | | |
483 | Hark! the voice of power and mercy | | | | | | | |
484 | How glorious, Lord, this favored place | | | | | | | |
485 | Jesus, the Son of God | | | | | | | |
486 | Now I approach thy table, Lord | | | | | | | |
487 | Lo, the blessed Jesus dies | | | | | | | |
488 | O for a song of ardent praise | | | | | | | |
489 | O here, if ever, God of love | | | | | | | |
490 | Pardon and peace to dying men | | | | | | | |
491 | The name of Jesus I'll proclaim | | | | | | | |
492 | Thou hast spread the sacred board | | | | | | | |
493 | To these provisions of our board | | | | | | | |
494 | 'Twas on that dark and dreary night | | | | | | | |
495 | Again the cheerful dawn appears | | | | | | | |
496 | Hail, once more the cheerful morning! | | | | | | | |
497 | In sleep's serene oblivion laid | | | | | | | |
498 | O God, my grateful soul aspires | | | | | | | |
499 | Poor and feeble, Lord, we are | | | | | | | |
500 | Raised to new life our hearts would soar | | | | | | | |