# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
501 | Lord of the harvest, hear | | | | | | | |
502 | We come not here in rich array | | | | | | | |
503 | This is thine earthly temple, Lord! | | | | | | | |
504 | Lord of hosts, to thee we raise | | | | | | | |
505 | Here, Lord, retired, I bow in prayer | | | | | | | |
506 | Farewell, my brethren in the Lord! | | | | | | | |
507 | Great God, we would to thee make known | | | | | | | |
508 | We come, dear Lord, a feeble band | | | | | | | |
509 | God of my life, to thee | | | | | | | |
510 | Since Jesus freely did appear | | | | | | | |
511 | Come, thou condescending Jesus! | | | | | | | |
512 | With grateful hearts, and tuneful lays | | | | | | | |
513 | This festive scene, these nuptial rites | | | | | | | |
514 | Creator God! thy glories blaze | | | | | | | |
515 | Farewell, my dear brethren, the time is at hand | | | | | | | |
516 | Now these solemn days are ending | | | | | | | |
517 | Blest is the man whose soft'ning heart | | | | | | | |
518 | When Jesus dwelt in mortal clay | | | | | | | |
519 | Toss'd upon life's raging billow | | | | | | | |
520 | Eternal God! enthron'd on high! | | | | | | | |
521 | Just o'er the grave I hung | | | | | | | |
522 | Come, let us join our friends above | | | | | | | |
523 | In vain our fancy strives to paint | | | | | | | |
524 | With costly wines the table groan'd | | | | | | | |
525 | Every moment brings me nearer | | | | | | | |
526 | When we close our eyes in death | | | | | | | |
527 | Happy soul, thy days are ending | | | | | | | |
528 | Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger | | | | | | | |
529 | Lo! on a narrow neck of land | | | | | | | |
530 | "The time is short!" the season near | | | | | | | |
531 | Now here awhile I stay | | | | | | | |
532 | Hark, the voice of injured Justice | | | | | | | |
533 | When, rising from the bed of death | | | | | | | |
534 | This is the field, the world below | | | | | | | |
535 | Oft as the bell, with solemn toll | | | | | | | |
536 | No room for mirth or trifling here | | | | | | | |
537 | Courage, my soul! behold the prize | | | | | | | |
538 | I would not live alway: I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
539 | Thou Judge of quick and dead | | | | | | | |
540 | Saviour! take me to thy arms | | | | | | | |
541 | Where are the dead?--In heav'n or hell | | | | | | | |
542 | Lo, he comes, from heaven descending | | | | | | | |
543 | See the eternal Judge descending | | | | | | | |
544 | Praise God, from whom all blessings flow | | | | | | | |
545 | Let God the Father, and the Son | | | | | | | |
546 | Ye angels round the throne | | | | | | | |
547 | To God, the Father's throne | | | | | | | |
548 | Sing we to our God above | | | | | | | |
549 | May the grace of Christ our Saviour | | | | | | | |
550 | Again we'll magnify the Lord | | | | | | | |
[551] | Pastor! thou from us art taken | | | | | | | |