# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
XLVIII | 'Twas on that [a] dark, that [and] doleful [awful] [dreary] night [day] | | | | | | | |
XLIX | This feast was Jesus' high behest | | | | | | | |
L | Behold where [when] breathing love divine | | | | | | | |
LI | Jesus, the friend of man | | | | | | | |
LII | Angel [Angels], roll the rock [stone] away | | | | | | | |
LIII | Again the Lord of life and light | | | | | | | |
LIV | Blest be the everlasting [eternal] God | | | | | | | |
LV | In the soft season of thy youth | | | | | | | |
LVI | Father of our feeble race | | | | | | | |
LVII | Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews | | | | | | | |
LVIII | All seeing God, 'tis thine to know | | | | | | | |
LIX | Far from thy servants, God of grace [gracious God] | | | | | | | |
LX | I hear the voice of woe, I hear a brother's sigh | | | | | | | |
LXI | The uplifted eye and bended knee | | | | | | | |
LXII | Blest are the humble souls that [who] see | | | | | | | |
LXIII | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
LXIV | Come, let us searh our ways and see | | | | | | | |
LXV | Mark, when tempestuous winds arise | | | | | | | |
LXVI | Wherefore should man, frail child of clay | | | | | | | |
LXVII | Father of light! conduct my feet | | | | | | | |
LXVIII | Awake, my soul, lift up thine eyes | | | | | | | |
LXIX | Remark my soul [with awe] the narrow bounds | | | | | | | |
LXX | God of eternity, from thee | | | | | | | |
LXXI | That awful hour will soon appear | | | | | | | |
LXXII | Life is the time to serve thee, Lord | | | | | | | |
LXXIII | While some in folly's pleasures roll | | | | | | | |
LXXIV | When sickness shakes the [languid] frame | | | | | | | |
LXXV | Who, from the gloomy shades of night | | | | | | | |
LXXVI | Life is a span, a fleeting hour | | | | | | | |
LXXVII | When blooming youth is [are] snatched [called] away | | | | | | | |
LXXVIII | Hark, from the tomb [tombs] a doleful [warning] [mournful] sound | | | | | | | |
LXXIX | Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims | | | | | | | |
LXXX | All nature dies, and lives again | | | | | | | |
LXXXI | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
LXXXII | Why should the world's alluring toys | | | | | | | |
LXXXIII | Come, ye [you] [we] that [who] love the Lord [Christ], And let your [our] joys | | | | | | | |
LXXXIV | The heart, dejected, sighs to know | | | | | | | |
LXXXV | Salvation, O the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
LXXXVI | Father, adored in worlds above | | | | | | | |
LXXXVII | Eternal power, thy lofty throne | | | | | | | |
LXXXVIII | Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
LXXXIX | Triumphant hallelujahs raise | | | | | | | |
XC | And now to heaven's eternal King | | | | | | | |
XCI | Thy name, Almighty Lord [God], shall sound | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal has not been proofed - data may be incomplete or incorrect]