# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
401 | O for an overcoming faith | | | | | | | |
402 | 'Tis sweet to rest in lively hope | | | | | | | |
403 | When death appears before my sight | | | | | | | |
404 | The rose-bud yet unblown may lie | | | | | | | |
405 | When blooming youth is snatched away | | | | | | | |
406 | Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound! | | | | | | | |
407 | Hark to the solemn bell | | | | | | | |
408 | When rising from the bed of death | | | | | | | |
409 | And will the Judge descend? | | | | | | | |
410 | How dreadful, Lord, will be the day | | | | | | | |
411 | See the eternal Judge descending | | | | | | | |
412 | When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come | | | | | | | |
413 | The Lord will come, the earth shall quake | | | | | | | |
414 | Where should I be, if God should say | | | | | | | |
415 | The sun that lights the world shall fade | | | | | | | |
416 | There is a glorious world of light | | | | | | | |
417 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
418 | Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love | | | | | | | |
419 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
420 | Jerusalem, my happy home | | | | | | | |
421 | There is a land above | | | | | | | |
422 | There is beyond the sky | | | | | | | |
423 | Far from the utmost verge of day | | | | | | | |
S1 | Go to the house of prayer | | | | | | | |
S2 | Come! Come! Come! | | | | | | | |
S3 | God might have bade the earth bring forth | | | | | | | |
S4 | Why do the flowers bloom, mother? | | | | | | | |
S5 | Where shall I die? Shall death's cold hand | | | | | | | |
S6 | The insect bursting from its tomb-like bed | | | | | | | |
S7 | Down from the willow bough | | | | | | | |
S8 | I have no mother, for she died | | | | | | | |
S9 | There is a time, we know not when | | | | | | | |
S10 | At every motion of our breath | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal has not been proofed - data may be incomplete or incorrect]