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401 | In sleep's serene oblivion laid | | | | | | | |
402 | Awake, my soul, and with the sun | | | | | | | |
403 | To thee, let my [our] first offering [offerings] rise | | | | | | | |
404 | All praise to thee, my God ! this night | | | | | | | |
405 | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
406 | Indulgent God, whose bounteous care O'er all thy works is shown | | | | | | | |
407 | Lord, thou wilt hear me when I pray | | | | | | | |
408 | Interval of grateful shade | | | | | | | |
409 | Great God, we sing that mighty hand | | | | | | | |
410 | God of our lives [life] thy constant care | | | | | | | |
411 | Remark my soul [with awe] the narrow bounds | | | | | | | |
412 | Praise, happy land, Jehovah's name | | | | | | | |
413 | How rich thy gifts, Almighty King1 | | | | | | | |
414 | In vain opposing nations rage If God with us abide | | | | | | | |
415 | While sounds of war are heard around | | | | | | | |
416 | God, to correct a [the] guilty world | | | | | | | |
417 | O come, behold a scene of dread | | | | | | | |
418 | We feel thy awful chastening rod | | | | | | | |
419 | O Lord, our fathers oft have told, In our attentive ears | | | | | | | |
420 | Now may the God of [grace and power] power and grace | | | | | | | |
421 | Great Framer of unnumbered worlds | | | | | | | |
422 | When Abraham, full of sacred awe | | | | | | | |
423 | Thy gracious favor, Lord, display | | | | | | | |
424 | Praise to the Lord, who bows his ear | | | | | | | |
425 | Had not the Lord, may Isr'l say | | | | | | | |
426 | Now let our songs address the God of peace | | | | | | | |
427 | Peace, the welcome sound proclaim | | | | | | | |
428 | And will the great eternal God | | | | | | | |
429 | In loud [sweet] exalted strains | | | | | | | |
430 | Thus spake the Savior, when he sent | | | | | | | |
431 | Great Lord of all angels, we adore | | | | | | | |
432 | O thou, before whose gracious throne | | | | | | | |
433 | Now let our mourning [drooping] hearts revive | | | | | | | |
434 | Consider all my sorrows, Lord, And thy deliverance send | | | | | | | |
435 | Peace, my complaining heart | | | | | | | |
436 | Diseases are thy servants, Lord | | | | | | | |
437 | My soul, the awful hour will come, Apace it | | | | | | | |
438 | How vast is the tribute I owe | | | | | | | |
439 | Firm was my health, my day was bright | | | | | | | |
440 | I love the Lord, he heard my cries | | | | | | | |
441 | Sovereign of life, I [we] own thy hand | | | | | | | |
442 | When o'er the trodden paths of life | | | | | | | |
443 | The God of love will sure indulge | | | | | | | |
444 | Must friends and kindred droop and die | | | | | | | |
445 | When blooming youth is [are] snatched [called] away | | | | | | | |
446 | Life is a span, a fleeting hour | | | | | | | |
447 | Ye mourning saints [friends] [ ones], whose streaming tears | | | | | | | |
448 | Though nature's voice you must obey | | | | | | | |
449 | O hear me [us], Lord, on [to] thee I [we] call | | | | | | | |
450 | Children in years and knowledge young | | | | | | | |
451 | Happy is he, whose early years [days] | | | | | | | |
452 | Now in the heat [flush] of youthful blood | | | | | | | |
453 | With humble heart and tongue, my God | | | | | | | |
454 | My God, my [mine] everlasting hope, I live upon thy truth | | | | | | | |
455 | Eternal Sire, enthroned on high | | | | | | | |
456 | Praise to God, immortal praise | | | | | | | |
457 | As various as the moon is man's estate below | | | | | | | |
458 | Providence profusely kind wheresoe'er you turn | | | | | | | |
459 | How gracious and how wise | | | | | | | |
460 | Father, I bless thy gentle hand | | | | | | | |
461 | How well our great Preserver [Protector] knows | | | | | | | |
462 | Naked as from the earth we came | | | | | | | |
463 | The darkened sky, how thick it lowers | | | | | | | |
464 | My God, whose all pervading eye | | | | | | | |
465 | The evils that beset our path | | | | | | | |
466 | Weary of these low scenes of night | | | | | | | |
467 | Great Ruler of the earth and skies | | | | | | | |
468 | My God, my hope, if thou art mine | | | | | | | |
469 | Should famine o'er the mourning field | | | | | | | |
470 | Lord, in this vale of tears | | | | | | | |
471 | Thou, Lord, through every changing scene | | | | | | | |
472 | Hark, from the tomb [tombs] a doleful [warning] [mournful] sound | | | | | | | |
473 | Teach me the measure of my days | | | | | | | |
474 | Thee we adore, eternal name, And humbly | | | | | | | |
475 | That awful hour will soon appear | | | | | | | |
476 | How swiftly the torrent rolls | | | | | | | |
477 | Behold the path that [which] mortals tread | | | | | | | |
478 | God of eternity, from thee | | | | | | | |
479 | The swift declining day | | | | | | | |
480 | Tomorrow, Lord, is thine | | | | | | | |
481 | The morning flowers display their sweets | | | | | | | |
482 | O [Our] God, our help in ages [seasons] past | | | | | | | |
483 | Lord, we adore thy wondrous name | | | | | | | |
484 | Behold the gloomy vale | | | | | | | |
485 | How still and peaceful is [Lord] the grave | | | | | | | |
486 | Awake, ye saints, to praise your King | | | | | | | |
487 | While to the grave our friends are borne | | | | | | | |
488 | When death appears before my [our] sight | | | | | | | |
489 | When all the powers of nature fail | | | | | | | |
490 | When life's tempestuous storms are o'er | | | | | | | |
491 | Hark! from on high a solemn voice | | | | | | | |
492 | The hour of my departure's come | | | | | | | |
493 | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
494 | Eternal God, how frail is man | | | | | | | |
495 | How long shall death, the tyrant, reign | | | | | | | |
496 | Father of all! my soul defend | | | | | | | |
497 | What sinners value, I resign | | | | | | | |
498 | No, I'll repine no more | | | | | | | |
499 | And must this body die | | | | | | | |
500 | Heaven has confirmed the great [dread] decree | | | | | | | |