# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
301 | Look down, O God, with pitying eye | | | | | | | |
302 | Sovereign of worlds, display thy power | | | | | | | |
303 | The soldiers are gath'ring from near and from far | | | | | | | |
304 | O Lord, our languid souls inspire | | | | | | | |
305 | Let Zion and her sons rejoice | | | | | | | |
306 | O'er the gloomy hills of darkness | | | | | | | |
307 | On the mountain's top appearing | | | | | | | |
308 | Hail to the brightness of Zion’s glad morning! | | | | | | | |
309 | Brightest and best of the sons of the morning | | | | | | | |
310 | Behold, the mountain of the Lord | | | | | | | |
311 | Lo! what a glorious sight appears | | | | | | | |
312 | Soon may the last glad song arise | | | | | | | |
313 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
314 | The morning light is breaking | | | | | | | |
315 | Now be the gospel banner | | | | | | | |
316 | Come, let us sing of Jesus | | | | | | | |
317 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus | | | | | | | |
318 | Hail to the Lord's Anointed | | | | | | | |
319 | When shall the voice of singing | | | | | | | |
320 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
321 | To thee be praise forever | | | | | | | |
322 | O Zion, tune thy voice | | | | | | | |
323 | Sovereign of worlds above | | | | | | | |
324 | "Lift your heads" with faith; the morrow | | | | | | | |
325 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
326 | Happy soul, thy days are ended | | | | | | | |
327 | Light of those whose dreary dwelling | | | | | | | |
328 | Hasten, Lord, the glorious time | | | | | | | |
329 | Hark! the song of jubilee! | | | | | | | |
330 | Wake the song of jubilee | | | | | | | |
331 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
332 | Palms of glory, raiment bright | | | | | | | |
333 | For a season called to part | | | | | | | |
334 | Jesus, Saviour, Son of God | | | | | | | |
335 | 'Tis my happiness below | | | | | | | |
336 | Now the shades of night are gone | | | | | | | |
337 | Softly now the light of day | | | | | | | |
338 | Time is winging us away | | | | | | | |
339 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
340 | While with ceaseless course the sun | | | | | | | |
341 | Saviour, when, in dust to thee | | | | | | | |
342 | The day is past and gone | | | | | | | |
343 | To-morrow, Lord, is thine | | | | | | | |
344 | Behold, the morning sun | | | | | | | |
345 | Come, sound his name abroad | | | | | | | |
346 | Ye servants of the Lord | | | | | | | |
347 | In this calm, impressive hour | | | | | | | |
348 | Now from labor and from care | | | | | | | |
349 | Praise the name of God most high | | | | | | | |
350 | Thus far the Lord has led me on | | | | | | | |
351 | How vain is all beneath the skies | | | | | | | |
352 | Deep in our hearts let us record | | | | | | | |
353 | Glory to thee, my God, this night | | | | | | | |
354 | God of the morning, at whose voice | | | | | | | |
355 | My God, how endless is thy love | | | | | | | |
356 | Great God, we sing thy mighty hand | | | | | | | |
357 | Lord of the Sabbath and its light | | | | | | | |
358 | Silently the shades of evening | | | | | | | |
359 | Saviour, breathe an evening blessing | | | | | | | |
360 | Tarry with me, O my Saviour | | | | | | | |
361 | Praise to God, immortal praise | | | | | | | |
362 | Lord, we come before thee now | | | | | | | |
363 | Morning breaks upon the tomb | | | | | | | |
364 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
365 | Early, my God, without delay | | | | | | | |
366 | Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear | | | | | | | |
367 | Once more, my soul, the rising day | | | | | | | |
368 | My God, my life, my love | | | | | | | |
369 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
370 | Mine eyes and my desire | | | | | | | |
371 | This is the day the Lord hath made | | | | | | | |
372 | How did my heart rejoice to hear | | | | | | | |
373 | How calm and beautiful the morn | | | | | | | |
374 | Hosanna to the Prince of life | | | | | | | |
375 | Welcome, delightful morn | | | | | | | |
376 | Lord of the worlds above | | | | | | | |
377 | Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love | | | | | | | |
378 | Sweet is the work, my God, my King | | | | | | | |
379 | At anchor laid, remote from home | | | | | | | |
380 | How sweet the light of Sabbath eve | | | | | | | |
381 | How blest the righteous when he dies! | | | | | | | |
382 | Oh happy saints that dwell in light | | | | | | | |
383 | Oh sing to me of heav'n | | | | | | | |
384 | Say, brothers, will you meet us | | | | | | | |
385 | When gath'ring clouds around I view | | | | | | | |
386 | One sweetly solemn thought | | | | | | | |
387 | Why do we mourn departing friends | | | | | | | |
388 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
389 | What is life? 'tis but a vapor | | | | | | | |
390 | Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims | | | | | | | |
391 | Oh eyes that are weary, and hearts that are sore | | | | | | | |
392 | My home is in heaven, my rest is not here | | | | | | | |
393 | O Father Almighty, to thee be addressed | | | | | | | |
394 | I would not live alway; I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
395 | I am weary of straying--O fain would I rest | | | | | | | |
396 | Out on an ocean all boundless we ride | | | | | | | |
397 | Eternity, eternity! | | | | | | | |
398 | We are out on the ocean sailing | | | | | | | |
399 | We are on our journey home | | | | | | | |
400 | Jerusalem, my happy home | | | | | | | |