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1193 | Great God, I own thy sentence just | | | | | | | |
1194 | Deathless spirit, drop thy clay | | | | | | | |
1195 | Unvail [Unveil] thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
1196 | When blooming youth is [are] snatched [called] away | | | | | | | |
1197 | How short the race our friend has run | | | | | | | |
1198 | Why do we [ye] [you] mourn departing [departed] [for dying] friends | | | | | | | |
1199 | Friend after friend departs | | | | | | | |
1200 | When I tread the mortal vale | | | | | | | |
1201 | How blest the righteous when he dies | | | | | | | |
1202 | It is not dying, when our friends | | | | | | | |
1203 | This place is holy ground | | | | | | | |
1204 | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
1205 | Why lament the Christian dying | | | | | | | |
1206 | The grave is now a favored spot | | | | | | | |
1207 | Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims | | | | | | | |
1208 | Thou art gone to the grave but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
1209 | Jesus, while our hearts are bleeding | | | | | | | |
1210 | I looked upon the righteous man | | | | | | | |
1211 | O for the death of those | | | | | | | |
1212 | Cease, ye [you] mourners, cease to languish | | | | | | | |
1213 | In vain my [the] fancy strives to paint The moment after death | | | | | | | |
1214 | If death my [our] friend [friends] and me [us] divide | | | | | | | |
1215 | Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
1216 | Say, why should friendship grieve for those | | | | | | | |
1217 | What though the arm of conquering death | | | | | | | |
1218 | Servant of God, well done, rest | | | | | | | |
1219 | Why should our tears in sorrow flow | | | | | | | |
1220 | Far from affliction, toil and care | | | | | | | |
1221 | Thy visitation, Lord, is come | | | | | | | |
1222 | Flung to the heedless winds | | | | | | | |
1223 | With all our soul, O Lord, we give | | | | | | | |
1224 | Wherefore should I make my moan | | | | | | | |
1225 | The measured journey to the grave | | | | | | | |
1226 | Ye mourning saints [friends] [ ones], whose streaming tears | | | | | | | |
1227 | In vain we wait his presence now | | | | | | | |
1228 | Death has been here, and borne away A sister [brother] [scholar] from our side | | | | | | | |
1229 | And must this body die | | | | | | | |
1230 | Life is a span, a fleeting hour How soon the vapor flies | | | | | | | |
1231 | The time draws nigh when from the clouds Christ shall with shouts descend | | | | | | | |
1232 | When the last trumpet's awful voice | | | | | | | |
1233 | When from the dead God raised his Son | | | | | | | |
1234 | When God is nigh, my [our] faith is strong | | | | | | | |
1235 | Through sorrow's night and danger's path [way] [road] | | | | | | | |
1236 | How long shall death, the tyrant, reign | | | | | | | |
1237 | In thy furrow, darksome grave | | | | | | | |
1238 | And am I born to die | | | | | | | |
1239 | And must I be to judgment brought | | | | | | | |
1240 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
1241 | O [When] thou my righteous Judge shall [shalt] come | | | | | | | |
1242 | The day approacheth [approaches], O my soul | | | | | | | |
1243 | When rising from the bed of death | | | | | | | |
1244 | Lo on a narrow neck of land | | | | | | | |
1245 | And will the Judge descend [ascend] | | | | | | | |
1246 | On that great, that awful day | | | | | | | |
1247 | Great God, what do I [we] see and hear | | | | | | | |
1248 | The day of wrath, that awful day | | | | | | | |
1249 | The [That] day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven | | | | | | | |
1250 | Behold, the day is come, The righteous judge is near | | | | | | | |
1251 | Lo he cometh countless trumpets | | | | | | | |
1252 | Lo he comes with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
1253 | I saw beyond the tomb | | | | | | | |
1254 | The chariot, the chariot, its wheels roll [in] fire | | | | | | | |
1255 | Soon will a day of clouds and fire | | | | | | | |
1256 | The Lord shall [will] come, the earth shall [will] quake | | | | | | | |
1257 | He reigns, the Lord, the [our] Savior reigns | | | | | | | |
1258 | How great, how terrible that God | | | | | | | |
1259 | Methinks the last great day is come | | | | | | | |
1260 | Thine earthly Sabbath [Sabbaths], Lord we love | | | | | | | |
1261 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
1262 | There is a land of calm delight | | | | | | | |
1263 | There is a place of sacred [waveless] rest, Far, far beyond the skies | | | | | | | |
1264 | There is a land mine [my] eye [eyes] hath seen | | | | | | | |
1265 | Heaven is the land [place] where trouble cease | | | | | | | |
1266 | O happy saints that [who] dwell in light [above] | | | | | | | |
1267 | High in yonder realms of light | | | | | | | |
1268 | When we pass through yonder river | | | | | | | |
1269 | Lo round the throne at God's right hand | | | | | | | |
1270 | Who are these [those] in bright [fair] array | | | | | | | |
1271 | On wings of faith, mount up, my soul, and rise | | | | | | | |
1272 | Nor eye hath seen nor ear hath heard | | | | | | | |
1273 | Our sins, alas, how strong they be [are] | | | | | | | |
1274 | What sinners value, I resign | | | | | | | |
1275 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
1276 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
1277 | Lo what a glorious sight appears | | | | | | | |
1278 | There is a house not made with [by] hands, Eternal | | | | | | | |
1279 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
1280 | I would not live alway [always], I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
1281 | O, for a sight, a pleasing [pleasant] [blissful] sight | | | | | | | |
1282 | There is a world of perfect bliss Above the starry skies | | | | | | | |
1283 | Bright glories rush upon my sight | | | | | | | |
1284 | Jerusalem, my glorious home | | | | | | | |
1285 | Jerusalem, my happy home, O how I long for thee | | | | | | | |
1286 | Far from the [these] narrow [gloomy] scenes of night [life] | | | | | | | |
1287 | And let this feeble body fail | | | | | | | |
1288 | O let our thoughts and wishes fly | | | | | | | |
1289 | To Jesus, the crown of my [our] hope | | | | | | | |
1290 | Come, Lord, and warm each languid heart, Inspire each lifeless tongue | | | | | | | |
1291 | Father, I long, I faint to see The place of thine abode | | | | | | | |
1292 | Forever with the Lord [our God], amen, so let it be | | | | | | | |