# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
601 | Go, ye messengers of God | | | | | | | |
602 | Isles of the south, awake | | | | | | | |
603 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
604 | Shepherd of souls, with pitying eye | | | | | | | |
605 | Lord over all, if thou hast made | | | | | | | |
606 | Heard ye the mighty rushing | | | | | | | |
607 | Daughters of the pilgrim sires | | | | | | | |
608 | Hark, I hear the voice of anguish | | | | | | | |
609 | Think of our country's glory | | | | | | | |
610 | When injured Arfic's captives' claim | | | | | | | |
611 | Lord, while for all mankind we pray | | | | | | | |
612 | When the great Judge supreme and just | | | | | | | |
613 | I saw him kneel in calm despair | | | | | | | |
614 | With thy pure dews and rains | | | | | | | |
615 | Eternal Father, thou hast made | | | | | | | |
616 | The hour of freedom, come it must | | | | | | | |
617 | Lift up our country's banner high | | | | | | | |
618 | Hark, hark the voice of anguish | | | | | | | |
619 | Who loves the little slave, or cares | | | | | | | |
620 | Unsheltered from the burning rays | | | | | | | |
621 | Blessed Redeemer, how divine | | | | | | | |
622 | When Pharaoh dared to vex the saints | | | | | | | |
623 | O God, when o'er the ocean | | | | | | | |
624 | Children of the glorious dead | | | | | | | |
625 | Judges, who rule the world by laws | | | | | | | |
626 | God sits sovereign on the throne | | | | | | | |
627 | Ye spirits of the free | | | | | | | |
628 | Strike off my galling fetters | | | | | | | |
629 | God gave to Afric's sons | | | | | | | |
630 | All men are equal in their birth | | | | | | | |
631 | Sons of the noble sires | | | | | | | |
632 | Fair shines the morning star | | | | | | | |
633 | Thy neighbor, it is he whom thou | | | | | | | |
634 | Again the Lord of life and light | | | | | | | |
635 | Intemperance, like a raging flood | | | | | | | |
636 | Help us to feel for drunken man | | | | | | | |
637 | Mournful and sad upon my ear | | | | | | | |
638 | Oh! turn from the wine-glass away | | | | | | | |
639 | Hail, temperance, fair celestial ray | | | | | | | |
640 | Let temperance and her sons rejoice | | | | | | | |
641 | On this glad day, O God, we would | | | | | | | |
642 | Hosannas, Lord, to thee we sing | | | | | | | |
643 | We praise thee, Lord, if but one soul | | | | | | | |
644 | When Jesus, our Redeemer, came | | | | | | | |
645 | Another year has run its round | | | | | | | |
646 | Source of being, Holy Father | | | | | | | |
647 | When through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming | | | | | | | |
648 | They roam where danger dwells | | | | | | | |
649 | 'Tis not in yonder starry host | | | | | | | |
650 | The tempest beat against my bark | | | | | | | |
651 | Our little bark, on boisterous seas | | | | | | | |
652 | How are thy servants blest, O Lord | | | | | | | |
653 | Lord of the wide extensive main | | | | | | | |
654 | Lord, whom winds and seas obey | | | | | | | |
655 | The billows swell, the winds are high | | | | | | | |
656 | We come, O Lord, before thy throne | | | | | | | |
657 | When marshalled on the nightly plain | | | | | | | |
658 | The star was bright o'er Bethlehem's plain | | | | | | | |
659 | Our earth we now lament to see | | | | | | | |
660 | Peace was the song the angels sang | | | | | | | |
661 | Lord, send thy word, and let it fly | | | | | | | |
662 | Night spread her starless robe around | | | | | | | |
663 | O Christian, see that dread array | | | | | | | |
664 | Firm was my health, my day was bright | | | | | | | |
665 | And shall I sit alone | | | | | | | |
666 | It is the Lord, enthroned in light | | | | | | | |
667 | I will extol thee, Lord, on high | | | | | | | |
668 | When languor and disease invade | | | | | | | |
669 | O thou, before whose gracious throne | | | | | | | |
670 | Now let our mourning hearts revive | | | | | | | |
671 | His master taken from his head | | | | | | | |
672 | O God! our help in ages past | | | | | | | |
673 | Thee we adore, eternal name | | | | | | | |
674 | And am I only born to die | | | | | | | |
675 | And let this feeble body fail | | | | | | | |
676 | Hark, from the tombs a doleful sound | | | | | | | |
677 | And must this body die | | | | | | | |
678 | Happy soul, thy days are ended | | | | | | | |
679 | O what is life?—'tis like a flower | | | | | | | |
680 | Rejoice for a brother deceased | | | | | | | |
681 | Why do we mourn for dying friends | | | | | | | |
682 | Shrinking from the cold hand of death | | | | | | | |
683 | Pass a few swiftly fleeting years | | | | | | | |
684 | The morning flowers display their sweets | | | | | | | |
685 | Vain man, thy fond pursuits forbear | | | | | | | |
686 | Thy life I read, my dearest Lord | | | | | | | |
687 | Why should we start and fear to die | | | | | | | |
688 | Give glory to Jesus our Head | | | | | | | |
689 | Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims | | | | | | | |
690 | Hark, a voice divides the sky | | | | | | | |
691 | There is a house not made with hands | | | | | | | |
692 | My soul, come, meditate the day | | | | | | | |
693 | Teach me the measure of my days | | | | | | | |
694 | Time is winging us away | | | | | | | |
695 | As flows the rapid river | | | | | | | |
696 | Come, let us join our friends above | | | | | | | |
697 | Our old companions in distress | | | | | | | |
698 | So fades the lovely, blooming flower | | | | | | | |
699 | When blooming youth is snatched away | | | | | | | |
700 | Sister, thou wast mild and lovely | | | | | | | |