# | 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 rebukes, 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 is 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 things here below! | | | | | | | |
429 | When in the light of faith divine | | | | | | | |
430 | How vain a thought is bliss below! | | | | | | | |
431 | The evils that beset our path | | | | | | | |
432 | My God! whose all-pervading eye | | | | | | | |
433 | The great Creator, wise and good | | | | | | | |
434 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
435 | How rich thy favours, God of grace! | | | | | | | |
436 | My God! my hope! if thou art mine | | | | | | | |
437 | My God! to thee my soul aspires | | | | | | | |
438 | Should famine o'er the mourning field | | | | | | | |
439 | The darken'd sky--how thick it low'rs! | | | | | | | |
440 | Time! what an empty vapour 'tis! | | | | | | | |
441 | O 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 swiftly 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 | Awake, ye saints! 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 | Bless'd 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 heav'n! 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 | When in obedience to their Lord | | | | | | | |
495 | Jesus invites his saints | | | | | | | |
496 | How rich are thy provisions, Lord | | | | | | | |
497 | Ye follow'rs of the prince of peace | | | | | | | |
498 | From the table now retiring | | | | | | | |
499 | Pity the nations, O our God! | | | | | | | |
500 | Blest is the man whose heart is kind | | | | | | | |