# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
501 | Father, if thou must reprove | | | | | | | |
502 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
503 | Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye | | | | | | | |
504 | My God, permit my tongue | | | | | | | |
505 | My gracious Master and my Lord | | | | | | | |
506 | O God of mercy, hear my call | | | | | | | |
507 | Prepare me, gracious God | | | | | | | |
508 | Since I'm a stranger here below | | | | | | | |
509 | Thou, who for sinners once wast slain | | | | | | | |
510 | To thee, before the dawning light | | | | | | | |
511 | Why should the dread of sinful man | | | | | | | |
512 | All glorious God, what hymns of praise | | | | | | | |
513 | Awake, my tongue, thy tribute bring | | | | | | | |
514 | Begin, my soul, the exalted lay | | | | | | | |
515 | Before Jehovah's awful throne | | | | | | | |
516 | Be joyful in God, all ye lands of the earth | | | | | | | |
517 | Bless, O my soul, the living God | | | | | | | |
518 | Come, and let us sweetly join | | | | | | | |
519 | Come sound his praise abroad | | | | | | | |
520 | God builds on liquid air, and forms | | | | | | | |
521 | Glory to God on high! | | | | | | | |
522 | Hark! what celestial notes | | | | | | | |
523 | Holy, holy, holy Lord! | | | | | | | |
524 | I'll praise my Maker with my breath | | | | | | | |
525 | In vain would boasting reason find | | | | | | | |
526 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
527 | Lord, I am thine; but thou wilt prove | | | | | | | |
528 | My God, my Life, thy various praise | | | | | | | |
529 | My Maker and my King! | | | | | | | |
530 | My spirit looks to God alone | | | | | | | |
531 | O bless the Lord, my soul! | | | | | | | |
532 | O come, loud anthems let us sing | | | | | | | |
533 | O Lord, our heavenly King | | | | | | | |
534 | O praise ye the Lord! prepare a new song | | | | | | | |
535 | O render thanks to God above | | | | | | | |
536 | Praise ye the Lord! 'tis good to raise | | | | | | | |
537 | Salvation, how precious the sound | | | | | | | |
538 | The spacious firmament on high | | | | | | | |
539 | Through all the changing scenes of life | | | | | | | |
540 | Thy glory, Lord, the heavens declare | | | | | | | |
541 | To God, the only wise | | | | | | | |
542 | We bless the Prophet of the Lord | | | | | | | |
543 | Ye tribes of Adam join | | | | | | | |
544 | Afflictions, though they seem severe | | | | | | | |
545 | All ye that pass by | | | | | | | |
546 | Far from mortal cares retreating | | | | | | | |
547 | Glory to Jesus for his love | | | | | | | |
548 | Hail to the Lord's Anointed | | | | | | | |
549 | Life is the time to serve the Lord | | | | | | | |
550 | O! sinner turn, why will you die? | | | | | | | |
551 | Praise to God, immortal praise | | | | | | | |
552 | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
553 | Savior, when in dust, to thee | | | | | | | |
554 | Sovereign grace has power alone | | | | | | | |
555 | The Lord into his garden comes | | | | | | | |
556 | This world is all a fleeting show | | | | | | | |
557 | This world's not all a fleeting show | | | | | | | |
558 | 'Tis finish'd--so the Savior cried | | | | | | | |
559 | To thy temple I repair | | | | | | | |
560 | While shepherds in Jewry were guarding their sheep | | | | | | | |
561 | Ah! lovely appearance of death | | | | | | | |
562 | And let this feeble body fail | | | | | | | |
563 | Behold the heir of heavenly bliss | | | | | | | |
564 | Death, like an overflowing stream | | | | | | | |
565 | With heavenly weapons I have fought | | | | | | | |
566 | Every moment brings me nearer | | | | | | | |
567 | Happy soul, thy days are ended | | | | | | | |
568 | Fresh as the grass our bodies stand | | | | | | | |
569 | Hark! from the tombs, a doleful sound | | | | | | | |
570 | Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims | | | | | | | |
571 | How swift the torrent rolls | | | | | | | |
572 | In vain my fancy strives to paint | | | | | | | |
573 | I saw, beyond the tomb | | | | | | | |
574 | I would not live always: I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
575 | Lo! on a narrow neck of land | | | | | | | |
576 | Lord, what a feeble piece | | | | | | | |
577 | My heart, vain world, engage no more | | | | | | | |
578 | O for an overcoming faith | | | | | | | |
579 | Peace, 'tis the Lord Jehovah's hand | | | | | | | |
580 | Sinner, art thou still secure? | | | | | | | |
581 | Sweet is the scene where virtue dies | | | | | | | |
582 | Teach me the measure of my days | | | | | | | |
583 | The grave is now a favor'd spot | | | | | | | |
584 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
585 | The time is short! the season near | | | | | | | |
586 | Thou, Lord, on whom I still depend | | | | | | | |
587 | 'Tis finish'd! the conflict is past | | | | | | | |
588 | Vital spark of heavenly flame! | | | | | | | |
589 | When for eternal worlds we steer | | | | | | | |
590 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
591 | When we close our eyes in death | | | | | | | |
592 | While to the grave our friends are borne | | | | | | | |
593 | And will the Judge descend? | | | | | | | |
594 | Day of judgment, day of wonders! | | | | | | | |
595 | How great, how terrible that God | | | | | | | |
596 | The God of glory sends his summons forth | | | | | | | |
597 | The Lord, the judge, before his throne | | | | | | | |
598 | The mighty deep gives up her trust | | | | | | | |
599 | Ye sons of Adam, vain and young | | | | | | | |
600 | Far from the utmost verge of day | | | | | | | |