# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
501 | Behold the path that mortals tread | | | | | | | |
502 | Placed on the verge of youth, my mind | | | | | | | |
503 | The evils that beset our path | | | | | | | |
504 | The darkened sky, how thick it lowers! | | | | | | | |
505 | The glories of our birth and state | | | | | | | |
506 | Sing, ye redeemèd of the Lord | | | | | | | |
507 | Spring up, my soul, with ardent flight | | | | | | | |
508 | Beneath our feet and o'er our head | | | | | | | |
509 | How swift the torrent rolls | | | | | | | |
510 | I would not live alway; I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
511 | When life's tempestuous storms are o'er | | | | | | | |
512 | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
513 | The hour of my departure's come | | | | | | | |
514 | Behold the western evening light! | | | | | | | |
515 | Sweet is the scene when virtue dies! | | | | | | | |
516 | Calm on the bosom of thy God | | | | | | | |
517 | Deem not that they are blest alone | | | | | | | |
518 | Eternal God! how frail is man! | | | | | | | |
519 | There is a glorious world on high | | | | | | | |
520 | Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
521 | The day approacheth, O my soul | | | | | | | |
522 | Frail life of man, how short its stay | | | | | | | |
523 | O God! mine inmost soul convert | | | | | | | |
524 | O where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
525 | All earthly charms, however dear | | | | | | | |
526 | When, rising from the bed of death | | | | | | | |
527 | Children of the heavenly King | | | | | | | |
528 | Our country is Immanuel's land | | | | | | | |
529 | Why should the world's alluring toys | | | | | | | |
530 | Weary of these low scenes of night | | | | | | | |
531 | Awake, ye saints, and raise your eyes | | | | | | | |
532 | Yes, there's a better world on high | | | | | | | |
533 | Nor eye hath seen, nor ear has heard | | | | | | | |
534 | When all the hours of life are past | | | | | | | |
535 | Far from these scenes of night | | | | | | | |
536 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
537 | From this world's joys and senseless mirth | | | | | | | |
538 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
539 | Happy the man whose wishes climb | | | | | | | |
540 | Ye golden lamps of heaven! farewell | | | | | | | |
541 | Father, source of every blessing | | | | | | | |
542 | If death my friend and me divide | | | | | | | |
543 | From north and south, from east and west | | | | | | | |
544 | Blest hour, when virtuous friends shall meet | | | | | | | |
545 | What must it be to dwell above | | | | | | | |
546 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
547 | Yes, we shall meet:--we part in tears | | | | | | | |
548 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
549 | This child we dedicate to thee | | | | | | | |
550 | See Israel’s gentle shepherd stand | | | | | | | |
551 | Saviour! who thy flock art feeding | | | | | | | |
552 | Jesus, we thy promise claim | | | | | | | |
553 | Not with terror do we meet | | | | | | | |
554 | Not in the name of pride | | | | | | | |
555 | Our heavenly Father calls | | | | | | | |
556 | How are thy glories here displayed | | | | | | | |
557 | "Eat, drink, in memory of your friend!" | | | | | | | |
558 | This feast was Jesus' high behest | | | | | | | |
559 | Father! and is thy table spread? | | | | | | | |
560 | O here, if ever, God of love! | | | | | | | |
561 | "See how he loved!" exclaimed the Jews | | | | | | | |
562 | Ye followers of the Prince of Peace | | | | | | | |
563 | The Son of God gave thanks | | | | | | | |
564 | "Remember me," the Saviour said | | | | | | | |
565 | From the table now retiring | | | | | | | |
566 | The solemn season calls us now | | | | | | | |
567 | “Is this a fast for me?” | | | | | | | |
568 | Great Framer of unnumbered worlds | | | | | | | |
569 | Of old, O God, thine own right hand | | | | | | | |
570 | Great God! beneath whose piercing eye | | | | | | | |
571 | From foes that would the land devour | | | | | | | |
572 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
573 | Let Zion's watchman all awake | | | | | | | |
574 | Great God, we sing that mighty hand | | | | | | | |
575 | See! another year is gone! | | | | | | | |
576 | Remark my soul, the narrow bounds | | | | | | | |
577 | As o'er the past my memory strays | | | | | | | |
578 | Come, let us anew our journey pursue | | | | | | | |
579 | The year begins with promises | | | | | | | |
580 | My days, and weeks, and months, and years | | | | | | | |
581 | My helper, God! I bless his name | | | | | | | |
582 | And now, my soul another year | | | | | | | |
583 | Eternal Source of every joy! | | | | | | | |
584 | God of the changing year! whose arm of power | | | | | | | |
585 | See the leaves around us falling | | | | | | | |
586 | Lord of the worlds below! | | | | | | | |
587 | With songs and honors sounding loud | | | | | | | |
588 | Great God! let all our tuneful powers | | | | | | | |
589 | Fountain of mercy, God of love! | | | | | | | |
590 | Rejoice! the Lord is king! | | | | | | | |
591 | While, with ceaseless course, the sun | | | | | | | |
592 | Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound | | | | | | | |
593 | Clay to clay, and dust to dust! | | | | | | | |
594 | Lowly and solemn be | | | | | | | |
595 | Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims | | | | | | | |
596 | Do flesh and nature dread to die? | | | | | | | |
597 | I heard a voice from heaven | | | | | | | |
598 | O, stay thy tears; for they are blest | | | | | | | |
599 | Why weep for those, frail child of woe | | | | | | | |
600 | Why do we mourn departing friends | | | | | | | |