# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
401 | The glories of our birth and state | | | | | | | |
402 | My days, my weeks, my months, my years | | | | | | | |
403 | Few are thy days, and full of woe | | | | | | | |
404 | The mighty flood that rolls along | | | | | | | |
405 | Death rides on ev'ry passing breeze | | | | | | | |
406 | O why should the spirit of mortal be proud! | | | | | | | |
407 | See how beneath the moonbeam's smile | | | | | | | |
408 | As fail the waters from the deep | | | | | | | |
409 | Behold the path that mortals tread | | | | | | | |
410 | Lord! let me know mine end | | | | | | | |
411 | "Father, thy will, not mine, be done!" | | | | | | | |
412 | Who that hath ever been | | | | | | | |
413 | O what is life?-- 'Tis like a flower | | | | | | | |
414 | When life, as opening buds, is sweet | | | | | | | |
415 | This mortal life will soon be past | | | | | | | |
416 | There is a calm for those who weep | | | | | | | |
417 | I would not live alway: I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
418 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
419 | O God, unseen, but not unknown | | | | | | | |
420 | Through life's wapors dimly seeing | | | | | | | |
421 | When, bending o'er the brink of life | | | | | | | |
422 | O thou unknown, Almighty cause | | | | | | | |
423 | O thou great Power in whom I move | | | | | | | |
424 | Though I walk the downward shade | | | | | | | |
425 | I know that my Redeemer lives | | | | | | | |
426 | It is not death to die | | | | | | | |
427 | And let this feeble body fail | | | | | | | |
428 | When the spark of life is waning | | | | | | | |
429 | Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell | | | | | | | |
430 | The hour of my departure's come | | | | | | | |
431 | Parting soul! the flood awaits thee | | | | | | | |
432 | Deathless principle, arise | | | | | | | |
433 | Let me go, the day is breaking | | | | | | | |
434 | Vital spark of heavenly flame! | | | | | | | |
435 | Spirit, leave thy house of clay! | | | | | | | |
436 | How bless'd the righteous when they die! | | | | | | | |
437 | Behold the western evening light! | | | | | | | |
438 | This place is holy ground | | | | | | | |
439 | Dear as thou wert, and justly dear | | | | | | | |
440 | So fades the lovely, blooming flower | | | | | | | |
441 | The once lov'd form, now cold and dead | | | | | | | |
442 | No bitter tears for thee be shed | | | | | | | |
443 | Thou'rt mine, yes, still thou art mine own! | | | | | | | |
444 | Child, by God's sweet mercy given | | | | | | | |
445 | Weep not for those whom the veil of the tomb | | | | | | | |
446 | Calm on the bosom of thy God | | | | | | | |
447 | Another hand is beckoning us | | | | | | | |
448 | How blest are they whose transient years | | | | | | | |
449 | Far, far o'er hill and dell, on the winds stealing | | | | | | | |
450 | From his low bed of mortal dust | | | | | | | |
451 | Go to the grave in all thy glorious prime | | | | | | | |
452 | Servant of God, well done! | | | | | | | |
453 | Champion of Jesus! man of God | | | | | | | |
454 | "Earth to earth and dust to dust!" | | | | | | | |
455 | Why do we mourn departing friends | | | | | | | |
456 | Brother, thou art gone before us | | | | | | | |
457 | Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb! | | | | | | | |
458 | Now rest her soul in Jesus' arms | | | | | | | |
459 | Thou art gone to the grave! but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
460 | Why lament the Christian dying? | | | | | | | |
461 | The mourners came at break of day | | | | | | | |
462 | Why should our tears in sorrow flow | | | | | | | |
463 | Take comfort, Christians, when your friends | | | | | | | |
464 | Friend after friend departs | | | | | | | |
465 | Why should we weep for those who die | | | | | | | |
466 | The dead are like the stars by day | | | | | | | |
467 | As, 'midst the ever rolling sea | | | | | | | |
468 | They all are gone to th' world of light | | | | | | | |
469 | Not for the pious dead we weep | | | | | | | |
470 | I shine in the light of God | | | | | | | |
471 | "Forever with the Lord!" | | | | | | | |
472 | Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep! | | | | | | | |
473 | I think upon the gentle mould | | | | | | | |
474 | When he, who from the scourge of wrong | | | | | | | |
475 | Through sorrow's night, and danger's path | | | | | | | |
476 | When the last trumpet's awful voice | | | | | | | |
477 | Great God! what do I see and hear? | | | | | | | |
478 | Day of Judgment--day of wonders! | | | | | | | |
479 | Lo! He comes! with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
480 | O that Day, that Day of ire | | | | | | | |
481 | Nigher still, and still more nigh | | | | | | | |
482 | That day of wrath! that dreadful day | | | | | | | |
483 | Eternity! Eternity! | | | | | | | |
484 | Lo, the Day--the Day of Life | | | | | | | |
485 | O Christ, how good and fair | | | | | | | |
486 | Earth has engross'd my love too long! | | | | | | | |
487 | There is a world we have not seen | | | | | | | |
488 | There is a place of sacred rest | | | | | | | |
489 | Jerusalem! my happy home! | | | | | | | |
490 | High in yonder realms of light | | | | | | | |
491 | Who are these in bright array? | | | | | | | |
D1 | Praise God, from whom all blessings flow! | | | | | | | |
D2 | To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost | | | | | | | |
D3 | The God of mercy be ador'd | | | | | | | |
D4 | Glory to God on high! | | | | | | | |
D5 | To God the Father's throne | | | | | | | |
D6 | Now to the great and sacred Three | | | | | | | |
D7 | To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost | | | | | | | |
D8 | Praise the name of God Most High | | | | | | | |
D9 | Praise the name of God Most High | | | | | | | |