# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
1101 | Lift not thou the wailing voice | | | | | | | |
1102 | Behold the western evening light! | | | | | | | |
1103 | How blest the righteous when he dies! | | | | | | | |
1104 | Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims | | | | | | | |
1105 | Sweet is the thought, the promise sweet | | | | | | | |
1106 | Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
1107 | Brother, rest from sin and sorrow | | | | | | | |
1108 | O, stay thy tears; for they are blest | | | | | | | |
1109 | Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
1110 | I looked upon the righteous man | | | | | | | |
1111 | How sweet the hour of closing day | | | | | | | |
1112 | Cease, ye mourners, cease to languish | | | | | | | |
1113 | Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell | | | | | | | |
1114 | O for the death of those | | | | | | | |
1115 | What though the arm of conquering death | | | | | | | |
1116 | Go to the grave in all thy glorious prime | | | | | | | |
1117 | Pastor, thou art from us taken | | | | | | | |
1118 | Servant of God, well done | | | | | | | |
1119 | Weep not for the saint that ascends | | | | | | | |
1120 | Flung to the heedless winds | | | | | | | |
1121 | When the last trumpet's awful voice | | | | | | | |
1122 | And must this body die? | | | | | | | |
1123 | Life is a span--a fleeting hour | | | | | | | |
1124 | How long shall Death, the tyrant, reign | | | | | | | |
1125 | And am I born to die? | | | | | | | |
1126 | Blest be the everlasting God | | | | | | | |
1127 | I set the Lord before my face | | | | | | | |
1128 | When God is nigh, my faith is strong | | | | | | | |
1129 | Through sorrow's night, and danger's path | | | | | | | |
1130 | The day of wrath, that dreadful day | | | | | | | |
1131 | On that great, that awful day | | | | | | | |
1132 | Great God, what do I see and hear? | | | | | | | |
1133 | O God, my inmost soul convert | | | | | | | |
1134 | He reigns! the Lord the Saviour reigns! | | | | | | | |
1135 | The Lord will come, the earth shall quake | | | | | | | |
1136 | Lo! he comes, with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
1137 | The day approaches, O my soul | | | | | | | |
1138 | Hark! that shout of rapturous joy | | | | | | | |
1139 | The God of glory sends his summons forth | | | | | | | |
1140 | Lo! he cometh: countless trumpets | | | | | | | |
1141 | Behold, the day is come | | | | | | | |
1142 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
1143 | When thou my righteous Judge, shalt come | | | | | | | |
1144 | Day of judgment, day of wonders! | | | | | | | |
1145 | And will the Judge descend? | | | | | | | |
1146 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
1147 | There is a house not made with hands | | | | | | | |
1148 | I would not live alway; I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
1149 | How vain is all beneath the skies! | | | | | | | |
1150 | Bright glories rush upon my sight | | | | | | | |
1151 | Who, O Lord, when life is o'er | | | | | | | |
1152 | O, where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
1153 | Nor eye hath seen, nor ear hath heard | | | | | | | |
1154 | O for a sight, a pleasing sight | | | | | | | |
1155 | Our sins, alas! how strong they are! | | | | | | | |
1156 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
1157 | There is a world of perfect bliss | | | | | | | |
1158 | Come, Lord, and warm each languid heart | | | | | | | |
1159 | My Father's house on high! | | | | | | | |
1160 | Yes, there are joys that cannot die | | | | | | | |
1161 | When we pass through yonder river | | | | | | | |
1162 | The dove let loose in eastern skies | | | | | | | |
1163 | Ye angels, who stand round the throne | | | | | | | |
1164 | Palms of glory, raiment bright | | | | | | | |
1165 | What sinners value I resign | | | | | | | |
1166 | Jerusalem! my glorious home! | | | | | | | |
1167 | There is an hour of hallowed peace | | | | | | | |
1168 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
1169 | O, Let our thoughts and wishes fly | | | | | | | |
1170 | Far from the narrow scenes of night | | | | | | | |
1171 | There is a place of sacred rest | | | | | | | |
1172 | There is a land mine eye hath seen | | | | | | | |
1173 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
1174 | There is a region lovelier far | | | | | | | |
1175 | These glorious minds, how bright they shine! | | | | | | | |
1176 | Who are these in bright array | | | | | | | |
1177 | High, in yonder realms of light | | | | | | | |
1178 | How happy are the souls above | | | | | | | |
1179 | Lo! round the throne, at God's right hand | | | | | | | |
1180 | O, happy saints, who dwell in light | | | | | | | |
D1 | Praise God, from whom all blessings flow | | | | | | | |
D2 | To God the Father, God the Son | | | | | | | |
D3 | Let God the Father, and the Son | | | | | | | |
D4 | To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost | | | | | | | |
D5 | Ye angels round the throne | | | | | | | |
D6 | To God the Father's throne | | | | | | | |
D7 | Sing we to our God above | | | | | | | |
D8 | Glory be to God the Father | | | | | | | |
D9 | Praise the God of all creation | | | | | | | |
D10 | Great Jehovah, we adore thee | | | | | | | |
D11 | Now to the great and Sacred Three | | | | | | | |
D12 | To Father, Son and Holy Ghost | | | | | | | |
D13 | To God--the Father, Son | | | | | | | |
D14 | To thee be praise forever | | | | | | | |
C1 | I was glad when thy said unto me | | | | | | | |
C2 | Thus saith the Lord unto them that keep my Sabbaths | | | | | | | |
C3 | O, how I love thy law! it is my meditation through all the day | | | | | | | |
C4 | To-day the Saviour calls | | | | | | | |
C5 | Lowly and solemn be | | | | | | | |
C6 | My God, my Father,--while I stray | | | | | | | |