# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
a959 | Sister, thou wast mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
a960 | Thou art gone to the grave, but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
a961 | If, bending o'er the brink of life | | | | | | | |
a962 | The morning flowers display their sweets | | | | | | | |
a963 | Great God, I own the sentence just | | | | | | | |
a964 | Asleep in Jesus! blessèd sleep | | | | | | | |
a965 | O for the death of those | | | | | | | |
a966 | Pastor, thou art from us taken | | | | | | | |
a967 | Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
a968 | I heard a voice from heaven | | | | | | | |
a969 | How sweet the hour of closing day | | | | | | | |
a970 | Flung to the heedless winds | | | | | | | |
a971 | When those we love are snatched away | | | | | | | |
a972 | The mighty flood that rolls | | | | | | | |
a973 | How short the race our friend has run | | | | | | | |
a974 | When the last trumpet's awful voice | | | | | | | |
a975 | All nature dies, and lives again | | | | | | | |
a976 | Shall man, O God of life and light | | | | | | | |
a977 | If a man die, shall he live again? | | | | | | | |
a978 | As Jesus died, and rose again | | | | | | | |
a979 | Behold the western evening light! | | | | | | | |
a980 | O for the eye of faith divine | | | | | | | |
a981 | And must this body die | | | | | | | |
a982 | There's rest in the grave | | | | | | | |
a983 | The winter past, reviving flowers | | | | | | | |
a984 | There in peace his dust is laid | | | | | | | |
a985 | Hail, thou happy morn so glorious! | | | | | | | |
a986 | The last lovely morning | | | | | | | |
a987 | Hail, blessèd scene of endless joy | | | | | | | |
a988 | The Lord will come; the earth shall quake | | | | | | | |
a989 | The Lord is coming in the clouds | | | | | | | |
a990 | Hark! the song of jubilee | | | | | | | |
a991 | His kingdom comes! ye saints rejoice | | | | | | | |
a992 | Jesus, thy wandering sheep behold! | | | | | | | |
a993 | Yes, mighty Jesus, thou shalt reign | | | | | | | |
a994 | Mark that pilgrim lowly bending | | | | | | | |
a995 | When the King of kings comes | | | | | | | |
a996 | Rejoice, rejoice, the promised time is coming | | | | | | | |
a997 | Hark, ten thousand harps and voices | | | | | | | |
a998 | Lord Jesus, come; for here | | | | | | | |
a999 | When wild confusion wrecks the air | | | | | | | |
a1000 | The Saviour comes, his advent's nigh | | | | | | | |
a1001 | The night is wearing fast away | | | | | | | |
a1002 | The glorious day is coming | | | | | | | |
a1003 | The Lord our Saviour will appear | | | | | | | |
a1004 | Church of Christ, awake, arise! | | | | | | | |
a1005 | As Time's last sands seemed wasting | | | | | | | |
a1006 | "A little while" our Lord shall come | | | | | | | |
a1007 | We are living, we are dwelling | | | | | | | |
a1008 | The night is far spent, and the day is at hand | | | | | | | |
a1009 | Lift your heads, ye friends of Jesus | | | | | | | |
a1010 | Darkness overspreads us here | | | | | | | |
a1011 | The clouds at length are breaking | | | | | | | |
a1012 | Ye saints of God, awake to duty! | | | | | | | |
a1013 | Bride of the Lamb, awake, awake! | | | | | | | |
a1014 | The day comes on apace | | | | | | | |
a1015 | O, come, come away! for time's career is closing | | | | | | | |
a1016 | My soul is happy when I hear | | | | | | | |
a1017 | What of the night? O watchman, mark! | | | | | | | |
a1018 | Are we almost there? are we almost there? | | | | | | | |
a1019 | That glorious day is drawing nigh | | | | | | | |
a1020 | Watchman on the walls of Zion | | | | | | | |
a1021 | All things remained the same | | | | | | | |
a1022 | Belovèd sons of God | | | | | | | |
a1023 | In the sun, and moon, and stars | | | | | | | |
a1024 | Righteous God! whose vengeful vials | | | | | | | |
a1025 | How happy are the little flock | | | | | | | |
a1026 | Watchman! tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
a1027 | When a careless world is sleeping | | | | | | | |
a1028 | O, glorious day of heavenly rest! | | | | | | | |
a1029 | Hark! that shout of rapt'rous joy | | | | | | | |
a1030 | The chariot! the chariot! its wheels roll in fire | | | | | | | |
a1031 | He comes, the royal Conq'ror comes | | | | | | | |
a1032 | Welcome sight, the Lord descending | | | | | | | |
a1033 | Jesus comes, by crowds attended | | | | | | | |
a1034 | Lo, he comes, with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
a1035 | 'Tis he; the mighty Saviour comes | | | | | | | |
a1036 | The day of wrath, that dreadful day | | | | | | | |
a1037 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
a1038 | O God, my inmost soul convert | | | | | | | |
a1039 | How will my heart endure | | | | | | | |
a1040 | On that great, that awful day | | | | | | | |
a1041 | Let worldly minds the world pursue | | | | | | | |
a1042 | O, the amazing pomp | | | | | | | |
a1043 | The angel comes; he comes to reap | | | | | | | |
a1044 | O, there will be mourning, mourning, mourning, mourning | | | | | | | |
a1045 | Behold, with awful pomp | | | | | | | |
a1046 | Lord, help us to insure | | | | | | | |
a1047 | He comes, he comes, the Judge severe | | | | | | | |
a1048 | The judgment day is rolling on | | | | | | | |
a1049 | Thou Judge of quick and dead | | | | | | | |
a1050 | And must I be to judgment brought | | | | | | | |
a1051 | God, to correct a guilty world | | | | | | | |
a1052 | Day of wrath, that day of burning | | | | | | | |
a1053 | The mighty deep gives up her trust | | | | | | | |
a1054 | When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come | | | | | | | |
a1055 | Lo, he cometh; countless trumpets | | | | | | | |
a1056 | Great God, what do I see and hear? | | | | | | | |
a1057 | Day of judgment! day of wonders! | | | | | | | |
a1058 | And will the Judge descend? | | | | | | | |