# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
501 | My waken'd soul, extend thy wings | | | | | | | |
502 | The day approaches, O my soul! | | | | | | | |
503 | The God of glory sends his summons forth | | | | | | | |
504 | The Lord, the Judge, his churches warns | | | | | | | |
505 | Lo! he cometh! countless trumpets | | | | | | | |
506 | The mighty deep gives up her trust | | | | | | | |
507 | Spring up, my soul, with ardent flight | | | | | | | |
508 | Why should this earth delight us so? | | | | | | | |
509 | To heav'n, my longing soul! aspire | | | | | | | |
510 | Nor eye hath seen, nor ear hath heard | | | | | | | |
511 | Far from the these scenes of night | | | | | | | |
512 | On wings of faith, mount up my soul and rise | | | | | | | |
513 | Ye golden lamps of heav'n! farewell | | | | | | | |
514 | From north and south, from east and west | | | | | | | |
515 | Not to the terrors of the Lord | | | | | | | |
516 | Come, Lord, and warm each languid heart | | | | | | | |
517 | Now let a true ambition rise | | | | | | | |
518 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
519 | Those happy realms of joy and peace | | | | | | | |
520 | From this world's joys, and senseless mirth | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal has not been proofed - data may be incomplete or incorrect]