# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
6 | Happy the man whose bliss supreme | | | | | | | |
7 | A home in heav'n! what a joyful thought | | | | | | | |
8 | My God, my life, my love | | | | | | | |
10 | Shepherds, rejoice, lift up your eyes | FELICITY | | | | | | |
12 | Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone | | | | | | | |
14 | All hail the pow'r of Jesus' name! | CORONATION | | | | | | |
15 | The chariot, the chariot, its wheels roll in fire | | | | | | | |
16 | Come, ye that love the Lord | | | | | | | |
17 | While nature was sinking in stillness to rest | | | | | | | |
20 | How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
21 | Amazing grace! how sweet the sound | | | | | | | |
23 | Show pity Lord; O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
24 | He dies! the friend of sinners dies! | | | | | | | |
25 | Come, ye sinners, poor and needy | | | | | | | |
27 | Behold the Saviour of mankind | | | | | | | |
28 | O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight | | | | | | | |
30 | See the Lord of Glory dying! | | | | | | | |
32 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
34 | Let ev'ry tongue thy goodness speak | | | | | | | |
35 | Broad is the road that leads to death | | | | | | | |
36 | Revive thy work, O Lord, And send salvation down | | | | | | | |
37 | Father, I dare believe Thee merciful and true | | | | | | | |
38 | The day is past and gone | | | | | | | |
39 | Ye erring souls that wildly roam | | | | | | | |
41 | Awake, my soul, to joyful lays | | | | | | | |
43 | Soldiers of the cross, arise! | | | | | | | |
44 | God counts the sorrows of his saints | | | | | | | |
45 | Before Jehovah's awful throne | | | | | | | |
46 | The Lord shall come! The earth shall quake | | | | | | | |
47 | Come, sound his praise abroad | | | | | | | |
49 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
50 | Mortals, awake! with angels join | | | | | | | |
52 | My Savior, my almighty Friend | | | | | | | |
53 | O when shall I see Jesus | | | | | | | |
55 | Daughter of Zion, awake from thy sadness | | | | | | | |
57 | And must this body die | NINETY-THIRD | | | | | | |
58 | Hark how the Gospel trumpet sounds! | | | | | | | |
60 | A charge to keep I have, A God to glorify | | | | | | | |
61 | The Lord of glory is my light | | | | | | | |
62 | He comes! he comes, the Judge severe | | | | | | | |
63 | How sweet to reflect on those joys that await me | | | | | | | |
66a | In a chariot of light from the regions of the day | | | | | | | |
66b | How sweet and awful is the place | | | | | | | |
67 | Arm of the Lord, awake, awake! | | | | | | | |
69 | Let the world their virtue boast | | | | | | | |
70 | What's this that steals, that steals upon my frame | | | | | | | |
71 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
73 | Eternity is just at hand! | | | | | | | |
74 | Come, let us anew our journey pursue | | | | | | | |
75 | Hail! ye sighing sons of sorrow | | | | | | | |
76 | 'Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
78 | Ye virgin souls arise | | | | | | | |
79 | At Jacob's well a stranger sought | | | | | | | |
80 | The Prince of salvation, in triumph, is riding | | | | | | | |
82 | Here o'er the earth as a stranger I roam | | | | | | | |
83 | Burst ye emerald gates, and bring | | | | | | | |
84 | There is a happy land, far, far away | | | | | | | |
85 | O there will be mourning, Before the judgment seat! | | | | | | | |
86 | Oh! come, away from sin, that dreadful monster | | | | | | | |
87 | Now be the gospel banner, In ev'ry land unfurl'd | | | | | | | |
88 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me | | | | | | | |
89 | Blest be the tie that binds | | | | | | | |
90a | What glory gilds the sacred page | | | | | | | |
90b | Come, humble sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
91 | O blest Jesus, we beseech thee | | | | | | | |
92 | Brethren and sisters we must part | | | | | | | |
94 | Come let us join our cheerful songs | | | | | | | |
95 | O thou who dri'st the mourner's tear | | | | | | | |
96 | O for a thousand tongues to sing | | | | | | | |
98 | O Jesus, my Saviour, to Thee I submit | | | | | | | |
99 | Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear | | | | | | | |
100 | In evil long I took delight | | | | | | | |
101 | Awake our drowsy souls | | | | | | | |
102 | Must Simon bear the cross alone, and all the world go free? | | | | | | | |
104 | From all that dwell below the skies | | | | | | | |
105a | The last lovely morning, all blooming and fair | | | | | | | |
105b | Oh, where shall rest be found? | | | | | | | |
107 | He cometh! He cometh! The ages are o'er | | | | | | | |
108 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
109 | Blow ye the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
112 | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
113 | Praise ye the Lord, who reigns above | | | | | | | |
115 | Enclasp'd in the arms of a Saviour he loves | | | | | | | |
116 | We praise thee, Lord, if but one soul | | | | | | | |
117 | This earth hath many a pleasant sweet | | | | | | | |
119 | Come away to the skies, my beloved arise | | | | | | | |
121 | Joyfully, joyfully onward I move | | | | | | | |
122 | Hither, ye faithful, haste with songs of triumph | | | | | | | |
123 | Can there a balm on earth be found | | | | | | | |
124 | Let thy kingdom, blessed Saviour | | | | | | | |
125 | Pris'ners of hope, lift up your heads | | | | | | | |
127 | Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish | | | | | | | |
128 | Lord, in the morning I will send | | | | | | | |