# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
301 | The souls that would to Jesus press | | | | | | | |
302 | Shall children of the heav'nly King | | | | | | | |
303 | Come, brethren, you that love the Lord | | | | | | | |
304 | Greet one another with a kiss | | | | | | | |
305 | The holy kiss we will observe | | | | | | | |
306 | When Jesus Christ was here below | | | | | | | |
307 | Now, Lord, we'll wash thy people's feet | | | | | | | |
308 | Make up thy jewels, Lord, and show | | | | | | | |
309 | Christ the head of all our stay | | | | | | | |
310 | In Jesus' name once more we meet | | | | | | | |
311 | Come, now, ye humble and ye meek | | | | | | | |
312 | Jesus his garments laid aside | | | | | | | |
313 | We thank thee, Lord, for daily bread | | | | | | | |
314 | O Lord, we can not silent be | | | | | | | |
315 | Be present at thy table, Lord | | | | | | | |
316 | Jesus, at whose supreme command | | | | | | | |
317 | Jesus invites his saints | | | | | | | |
318 | From the table now retiring | | | | | | | |
319 | A parting hymn we sing | | | | | | | |
320 | When struggling on the bed of pain | | | | | | | |
321 | O thou whose compassionate care | | | | | | | |
322 | Great God, be pleased to hear us now | | | | | | | |
323 | My brethren dear, I've called you here | | | | | | | |
324 | Every sheaf of golden grain | | | | | | | |
325 | Great God, as seasons disappear | | | | | | | |
326 | Praise to God, immortal praise | | | | | | | |
327 | For various reasons we have come | | | | | | | |
328 | The God of harvest praise | | | | | | | |
329 | Fountain of mercy, God of love | | | | | | | |
330 | Almighty Sov'reign of the skies | | | | | | | |
331 | Great God of nations now to thee | | | | | | | |
332 | To praise the ever-bounteous Lord | | | | | | | |
333 | For summer's bloom and autumn's blight | | | | | | | |
334 | And now, my soul, another year | | | | | | | |
335 | Now, gracious Lord, thine arm reveal | | | | | | | |
336 | Happy New Year, precious blessing | | | | | | | |
337 | Past and gone with other years | | | | | | | |
338 | Mark, O my soul, the narrow bound | | | | | | | |
339 | Brethren most near and sisters dear | | | | | | | |
340 | Another year has hasten'd by | | | | | | | |
341 | My few revolving years | | | | | | | |
342 | Oh, give us all a thankful heart | | | | | | | |
343 | We praise Thee, Lord, of earth and skies | | | | | | | |
344 | Be present at this table, Lord! | | | | | | | |
345 | Bless, O my soul, the God of grace | | | | | | | |
346 | With open hand and lib'ral heart | | | | | | | |
347 | With longing eyes thy creatures wait | | | | | | | |
348 | If peace and plenty crown our days | | | | | | | |
349 | Praise God from whom all blessings flow | | | | | | | |
350 | Once more around this board we've met | | | | | | | |
351 | With meat and drink, our bodies have | | | | | | | |
352 | O Lord, do bless this food prepared | | | | | | | |
353 | And are we yet alive | | | | | | | |
354 | Oh, happy day! when saints shall meet | | | | | | | |
355 | Lord, when together here we meet | | | | | | | |
356 | Of all the time on earth most sweet | | | | | | | |
357 | Pilgrims, with pleasure let us part | | | | | | | |
358 | My friends, I bid you all adieu | | | | | | | |
359 | My dearest friends in bonds of love | | | | | | | |
360 | Blest be the dear uniting love | | | | | | | |
361 | Brethren farewell, I do you tell | | | | | | | |
362 | Now, brethren, though we part | | | | | | | |
363 | Jesus grant us all a blessing | | | | | | | |
364 | Now, brethren, to your homes repair | | | | | | | |
365 | For a season call'd to part | | | | | | | |
366 | Farewell, my dear brethren, the time is at hand | | | | | | | |
367 | When shall we all meet again? | | | | | | | |
368 | When shall we meet again? | | | | | | | |
369 | So fades the lovely, blooming flower | | | | | | | |
370 | Go to thy rest, fair child | | | | | | | |
371 | As the sweet flow'r, which scents the morn | | | | | | | |
372 | Wake up, my muse, condole the loss | | | | | | | |
373 | Ye mourning saints, whose streaming tears | | | | | | | |
374 | We lay thee in the silent tomb | | | | | | | |
375 | My dearest parents, I have gone | | | | | | | |
376 | Time is winging us away | | | | | | | |
377 | When blooming youth is snatched away | | | | | | | |
378 | See the leaves around us falling | | | | | | | |
379 | Life's a journey; yes, it is | | | | | | | |
380 | Life is a span—a fleeting hour | | | | | | | |
381 | This lovely form once fresh and fair | | | | | | | |
382 | Death has been here, and borne away | | | | | | | |
383 | My youthful mates, both small and great | | | | | | | |
384 | Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
385 | Farewell, vain world, I'm going home | | | | | | | |
386 | Dear friends, farewell, I do you tell | | | | | | | |
387 | Why do we mourn departing friends | | | | | | | |
388 | Brother, thou art from us taken | | | | | | | |
389 | We shall greet them at home, we shall greet them | | | | | | | |
390 | Farewell, bright soul, a short farewell | | | | | | | |
391 | Death's but a sleep, why should we weep | | | | | | | |
392 | Sister, thou wast mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
393 | It is not death to die | | | | | | | |
394 | Hear what the voice from heav'n proclaims | | | | | | | |
395 | Happy soul! thy days are ended | | | | | | | |
396 | Why should our tears in sorrow flow | | | | | | | |
397 | Jesus, my love, to glory's gone | | | | | | | |
398 | How blest is our brother bereft | | | | | | | |
399 | Dearest brother thou hast left us | | | | | | | |
400 | A last farewell, now, to the dead | | | | | | | |