# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
501 | Lord, thou wilt hear me when I pray | | | | | | | |
502 | Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high | | | | | | | |
503 | See how the morning [mounting] [rising] sun | | | | | | | |
504 | My God, how endless [lasting] is thy love | | | | | | | |
505 | Omnipresent God, whose aid no one ever asked in vain | | | | | | | |
506 | Awake, my soul, to meet the day | | | | | | | |
507 | Now from the altar of my heart [our hearts] | | | | | | | |
508 | Father, to thee I lift mine eyes | | | | | | | |
509 | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
510 | O God, my God, my all thou art | | | | | | | |
511 | God, only wise, almighty, good | | | | | | | |
512 | Father of lights, thy needful aid | | | | | | | |
513 | How shall I walk my God to please | | | | | | | |
514 | Come, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost | | | | | | | |
515 | Master supreme, I look to thee | | | | | | | |
516 | I and my house will serve the Lord, But first obedient to his word | | | | | | | |
517 | Father of all. by whom we are | | | | | | | |
518 | Captain of our salvation, take | | | | | | | |
519 | The power to bless my house | | | | | | | |
520 | God of my life, to thee my cheerful soul | | | | | | | |
521 | Away with our fears, The glad morning appears | | | | | | | |
522 | The Lord of Sabbath let us praise, In concert with the blest | | | | | | | |
523 | Our Lord is risen from the dead, Our Jesus [Savior] is gone | | | | | | | |
524 | He dies, the friend of sinners dies | | | | | | | |
525 | Ye faithful souls, who Jesus know | | | | | | | |
526 | Sweet is the work, my [O] [our] God, [and] [my] [our] King | | | | | | | |
527 | May I, throughout this day of thine | | | | | | | |
528 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
529 | Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest | | | | | | | |
530 | The Savior meets his flock today | | | | | | | |
531 | Come Holy Ghost, our [my] [these] heart [hearts] inspire, Let us thy influence prove | | | | | | | |
532 | Father of all, in whom alone | | | | | | | |
533 | Inspirer of the ancient seers | | | | | | | |
534 | The counsels of redeeming grace | | | | | | | |
535 | Father of mercies, in thy [your] word | | | | | | | |
536 | Spirit of truth, essential God, Who didst thy ancient saints inspire | | | | | | | |
537 | Leader of faithful souls, and Guide | | | | | | | |
538 | I long to behold him arrayed with glory | | | | | | | |
539 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
540 | Thou, Lord, on whom I still depend | | | | | | | |
541 | Away with our sorrow and fear | | | | | | | |
542 | We know, by faith we know | | | | | | | |
543 | The church in her militant state | | | | | | | |
544 | Lift your eyes of faith and see | | | | | | | |
545 | Who are these [those] arrayed in white | | | | | | | |
546 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
547 | My span of life will soon be done [o'er] | | | | | | | |
548 | How happy is the pilgrim's lot | | | | | | | |
549 | Still out of the deepest abyss | | | | | | | |
550 | Thee we adore, eternal name, And humbly | | | | | | | |
551 | And am I born to die | | | | | | | |
552 | And am I only born to die | | | | | | | |
553 | O [Our] God, our help in ages [seasons] past | | | | | | | |
554 | And must this body die | | | | | | | |
555 | And let this feeble body fail | | | | | | | |
556 | Happy soul, thy days are ended [ending] | | | | | | | |
557 | Ah lovely appearance of death | | | | | | | |
558 | Rejoice for a brother deceased | | | | | | | |
559 | 'Tis finished, 'tis done | | | | | | | |
560 | Hosanna to Jesus on high, Another has entered his rest | | | | | | | |
561 | Blessing, honor, thanks and praise | | | | | | | |
562 | Why should we start and fear to die | | | | | | | |
563 | Hark, from the tomb [tombs] a doleful [warning] [mournful] sound | | | | | | | |
564 | Hark! a voice divides the sky | | | | | | | |
565 | Why do we [ye] [you] mourn departing [departed] [for dying] friends | | | | | | | |
566 | Shrinking from the cold hand of death | | | | | | | |
567 | Pass a few swift [swiftly] fleeting years | | | | | | | |
568 | The morning flowers display their sweets | | | | | | | |
569 | Again we lift our voice | | | | | | | |
570 | Vain man [men], thy [your] fond pursuits forbear | | | | | | | |
571 | Thy life I read, my dearest [blessed] [gracious)],Lord | | | | | | | |
572 | Thou Judge of quick and dead | | | | | | | |
573 | Lo he comes with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
574 | He comes, he comes, the judge severe | | | | | | | |
575 | Thou God of glorious majesty | | | | | | | |
576 | Stand the omnipotent decree | | | | | | | |
577 | And must I be to judgment brought | | | | | | | |
578 | The great archangel's trump shall sound | | | | | | | |
579 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
580 | Lift your heads, ye friends of Jesus | | | | | | | |
581 | Woe to the men on earth who dwell | | | | | | | |
582 | Jesus, faithful to his word | | | | | | | |
583 | By faith we find the place above | | | | | | | |
584 | How happy are the little flock | | | | | | | |
585 | Behold with awful pomp | | | | | | | |
586 | Righteous God, whose vengeful vials | | | | | | | |
587 | Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
588 | Lo I come with joy to do | | | | | | | |
589 | Thou, my God, art good and wise | | | | | | | |
590 | All things are possible to him | | | | | | | |
591 | O God of our forefathers, hear | | | | | | | |
592 | Abraham, when severely tried | | | | | | | |
593 | How weak the thoughts and vain | | | | | | | |
594 | Worship and thanks and blessing | | | | | | | |
595 | Who is this gigantic foe | | | | | | | |
596 | Jesus shall I never be | | | | | | | |
597 | Jesus, the gift divine I know | | | | | | | |
598 | Father, see this living clod | | | | | | | |
599 | The voice that speaks Jehovah near | | | | | | | |
600 | Lay to thy hand, O God of grace | | | | | | | |