# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
207 | The final trump we soon shall hear | | | | | | | |
208 | Behold that great and awful day | | | | | | | |
209 | Day of judgment, day of wonders | | | | | | | |
210 | See, the eternal Judge descending | | | | | | | |
211 | Yonder see the Lord descending | | | | | | | |
212 | When the fierce north wind with his airy forces | | | | | | | |
213 | Lo we see the sign appearing | | | | | | | |
214 | Ye virgin [waiting] souls, arise | | | | | | | |
215 | Thou soft [sweet] flowing [gliding] Kedron [Cedron], by thy silver [limpid] stream | | | | | | | |
216 | One night as I lay musing | | | | | | | |
217 | I'm on my way to Canaan, I [I'll] bid this world farewell | | | | | | | |
218 | My brethren, from my heart beloved | | | | | | | |
219 | Heralds of the King of kings, preach the peace | | | | | | | |
220 | Once more the cheering beams of day | | | | | | | |
221 | Thy daily mercies, O my God | | | | | | | |
222 | Great God, to thee my evening song | | | | | | | |
223 | Glory to thee, my [our] God [O Lord], this night [day] | | | | | | | |
224 | Farewell, my [dear] brethren in the Lord | | | | | | | |
225 | Farewell, my dear brethren, the time is at hand | | | | | | | |
226 | Farewell, my dear brethren, beloved of the Lord | | | | | | | |
227 | From whence these dire portents around [direful omens round] | | | | | | | |
228 | Jesus grant us all a blessing | | | | | | | |
229 | Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
230 | Farewell, dear friend [friends], I must be gone | | | | | | | |
231 | What happy children, who follow [wait on] Jesus | | | | | | | |
232 | Hail the gospel jubilee | | | | | | | |
233 | The trumpet of God is sounding abroad | | | | | | | |
234 | Sometimes a light surprises | | | | | | | |
235 | Why shrinkst my weak nature | | | | | | | |
236 | O Jesus, the giver of all we enjoy | | | | | | | |
237 | Before Elisha's gate the Syrian leper stood | | | | | | | |
238 | Poor sinners, little do they think | | | | | | | |
239 | Jesus, I love thy charming name | | | | | | | |
240 | To keep the lamp alive with oil we fill the bowl | | | | | | | |
241 | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
242 | Jesus, in thy transporting name | | | | | | | |
243 | Oft as the leaper's case I read | | | | | | | |
244 | From the regions of love, lo, an angel descended | | | | | | | |
245 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
246 | From the cross uplifted high | | | | | | | |
247 | Who is this that comes from Edom | | | | | | | |
248 | The great Redeemer rose | | | | | | | |
249 | Daniel's wisdom may I know, Stephen's faith | | | | | | | |
250 | Hail the day so long expected, Hail the year | | | | | | | |
251 | Man in his first creation | | | | | | | |
252 | When shall we all meet again? | | | | | | | |
253 | When Hannah pressed with grief | | | | | | | |
254 | Come all ye [you] Zion travelers | | | | | | | |
255 | Arise, my soul, to Pisgah's height | | | | | | | |
256 | Luke warm souls, the foe grows stronger | | | | | | | |
257 | Young people, all, attention give | | | | | | | |
258 | From gloomy dejection my thoughts mount the sky | | | | | | | |
259 | Go forth into the wilderness | | | | | | | |
260 | Death shall not destroy my comfort [comforts], Christ shall guide me through the gloom | | | | | | | |
261 | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
262 | Early, my God, without delay | | | | | | | |
263 | The morning fresh, the sun in east | | | | | | | |
264 | My gracious Redeemer I [I'll] love | | | | | | | |
265 | Though in the outward, earthly church below | | | | | | | |
266 | Pure and holy is the source | | | | | | | |
267 | Ye who know your sins forgiven | | | | | | | |
268 | I thirst, but not as once I did | | | | | | | |
269 | Since I the poet's pen have took | | | | | | | |
270 | Come ye that love my Lord and Saviour | | | | | | | |
271 | Like a ship, see the church, through the ocean shee rolls | | | | | | | |
272 | Hail ye hosts of seraphs bright | | | | | | | |
273 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
274 | Behold Paul the pris'ner at Felix's bar | | | | | | | |
275 | Drooping souls, no longer grieve | | | | | | | |
276 | Ye happy souls whose peaceful minds | | | | | | | |
277 | Hark, brethren, don't you hear the sound! | | | | | | | |
278 | Precious soul, while Jesus calls thee | | | | | | | |
279 | Hark! the jubilee is sounding | | | | | | | |
280 | Ye soldiers of Jesus, pray stand at your arms | | | | | | | |
281 | Hark, brethren dear, the Lord is near | | | | | | | |
282 | I am on my way to heaven | | | | | | | |
283 | What sound is this salutes my ear | | | | | | | |
284 | Ye saints of God, come hear me tell | | | | | | | |
285 | On the high cliffs of Jordan with pleasure I stand | | | | | | | |
286 | How painfully pleasing the fond recollection | | | | | | | |
287 | There is a stream which issues forth | | | | | | | |
290 | Go to dark Gethsemane | | | | | | | |
291 | From Calvary a cry was heard | | | | | | | |
292 | When on Sinaie's top I see | | | | | | | |
294 | Blessed be thy name for ever | | | | | | | |
295 | My God thy boundless love we praise | | | | | | | |