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612 | Think, mighty God, on feeble man | | | | | | | |
613 | Lord, at thy temple we appear, As happy Simon came | | | | | | | |
614 | Why do we [ye] [you] mourn departing [departed] [for dying] friends | | | | | | | |
615 | Stoop down, my thoughts, that us'd to rise | | | | | | | |
616 | Why should we start and fear to die | | | | | | | |
617 | Death cannot make our souls afraid, If God be with us there | | | | | | | |
618 | Hark, from the tomb [tombs] a doleful [warning] [mournful] sound | | | | | | | |
619 | And must this body die | | | | | | | |
620 | I cannot bear thine absence, Lord | | | | | | | |
621 | When blooming youth is [are] snatched [called] away | | | | | | | |
622 | How long shall death, the tyrant, reign | | | | | | | |
623 | Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I | | | | | | | |
624 | Sing to the Lord, ye distant lands | | | | | | | |
625 | He reigns, the Lord, the [our] Savior reigns | | | | | | | |
626 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
627 | Ye islands of the northern sea | | | | | | | |
628 | Why should this earth delight us so | | | | | | | |
629 | Heaven has confirmed the great [dread] decree | | | | | | | |
630 | And will the Judge descend [ascend] | | | | | | | |
631 | Attend, my ear, my heart, rejoice | | | | | | | |
632 | He comes, he comes, to judge the world | | | | | | | |
633 | And must I be to judgment brought | | | | | | | |
634 | Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high | | | | | | | |
635 | Judge me, O Lord [God], and prove my ways | | | | | | | |
636 | Early, my God, without delay | | | | | | | |
637 | Lord of the worlds above, How pleasant and how fair | | | | | | | |
638 | Sweet is the work, my [O] [our] God, [and] [my] [our] King | | | | | | | |
639 | How did my heart rejoice to hear | | | | | | | |
640 | How pleased and blest was I | | | | | | | |
641 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
642 | Far from my [our] thoughts, vain world, be gone | | | | | | | |
643 | With songs and honors sounding loud | | | | | | | |
644 | How hast thou, Lord, from year to year | | | | | | | |
645 | Rapid my days and months run on | | | | | | | |
646 | Eternal source of every joy | | | | | | | |
647 | Father of mercies, in thy [your] word | | | | | | | |
648 | The Lord of earth and sky, The God of ages praise | | | | | | | |
649 | And now, my soul another year | | | | | | | |
650 | See the corn again in ear | | | | | | | |
651 | Once more, our condescending God | | | | | | | |
652 | At length the wished for spring has come | | | | | | | |
653 | Lord, when I count thy mercies o'er | | | | | | | |
654 | My God, accept my early vows | | | | | | | |
655 | 'Twas in the watches of the night | | | | | | | |
656 | To thee, before the dawning light | | | | | | | |
657 | Ye that [who] obey the immortal king | | | | | | | |
658 | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
659 | My God, how endless [lasting] is thy love | | | | | | | |
660 | God of the morning, at whose [thy] voice | | | | | | | |
661 | Once more, my soul, the rising day salutes thy waking eyes | | | | | | | |
662 | Lord, in the morning I will send | | | | | | | |
663 | Hosanna, with a cheerful sound | | | | | | | |
664 | Dread Sovereign, let my evening song | | | | | | | |
665 | Glory to thee, my God, this night | | | | | | | |
666 | Now from the altar of my heart [our hearts] | | | | | | | |
667 | Sleep, downy [drowsy] sleep, come, close mine | | | | | | | |
668 | Soon as the morn salutes your eyes | | | | | | | |
669 | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
670 | Now the shades of night are gone | | | | | | | |
671 | What though my frail eyelids refuse | | | | | | | |
672 | When in the light of faith divine | | | | | | | |
673 | Sin has a thousand treacherous arts | | | | | | | |
674 | Now Satan comes with dreadful roar | | | | | | | |
675 | I hate the tempter and his charms | | | | | | | |
676 | When Abraham's servant to procure | | | | | | | |
677 | To thine almighty arm we owe | | | | | | | |
678 | When God, provoked with daring crimes | | | | | | | |
679 | Had not the Lord, may Isr'l say | | | | | | | |
680 | Happy the city, where their sons | | | | | | | |
681 | Let Zion praise the mighty God | | | | | | | |
682 | Zion rejoice and Judah sing | | | | | | | |
683 | Lord, look on all assembled here | | | | | | | |
684 | Great God of all, thy matchless power | | | | | | | |
685 | Now we are met in holy fear to hear the happy | | | | | | | |
686 | Farewell, my [dear] brethren in the Lord | | | | | | | |
687 | Pilgrims, with pleasure let us part | | | | | | | |
688 | Well met, dear friends, in Jesus' name | | | | | | | |
689 | Jesus, let not thy grace delay | | | | | | | |
690 | Here in the presence of our God | | | | | | | |
691 | How great, how solemn is the work | | | | | | | |
692 | Blest be the dear uniting love | | | | | | | |
693 | Lord, when together here we meet | | | | | | | |
694 | Sweet the time, exceeding sweet | | | | | | | |
695 | Once more before we part, O [we'll] bless the Savior's [Redeemer's] name | | | | | | | |
696 | Farewell, my dear brethren, the time is at hand | | | | | | | |
697 | Great Author of the human mind | | | | | | | |
698 | When some kind shepherd from his [the] fold | | | | | | | |
699 | How lovely, how divinely sweet | | | | | | | |
700 | See Felix, clothed with pomp and power | | | | | | | |
701 | The worth of truth no tongue can tell | | | | | | | |
702 | Martha her love and joy expressed | | | | | | | |
703 | My harp untuned, and laid aside | | | | | | | |
704 | How long and tedious are the days | | | | | | | |
705 | My soul, now arise, my passions, take wing | | | | | | | |
706 | Tell me no more of earthly toys | | | | | | | |
707 | Zeal is that [the] pure and heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
708 | Though sinners take their course | | | | | | | |
709 | I cannot shun the stroke of death | | | | | | | |
710 | How sweet my minutes roll | | | | | | | |
711 | How blest thy creature is, O God | | | | | | | |