# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
902 | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
903 | In vain the fancy strives to paint | | | | | | | |
904 | O for an overcoming faith | | | | | | | |
905 | Great God, I own thy sentence just | | | | | | | |
906 | Why do we mourn departing friends | | | | | | | |
907 | When bending o'er the brink of life | | | | | | | |
908 | Friend after friend departs | | | | | | | |
909 | This place is holy ground | | | | | | | |
910 | Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
911 | Through every age, eternal God | | | | | | | |
912 | Remember, Lord, our mortal state | | | | | | | |
913 | When my last hour is close at hand | | | | | | | |
914 | To thee, O Lord, I yield my spirit | | | | | | | |
915 | When gathering clouds around I view | | | | | | | |
916 | And must this body die | AND MUST THIS BODY DIE? | | | | | | |
917 | We're bound for yonder land | | | | | | | |
918 | The great archangel's trump shall sound | | | | | | | |
919 | He comes, he comes, the judge severe | | | | | | | |
920 | The last loud trumpet's wondrous sound | | | | | | | |
921 | Methinks the last great day is come | | | | | | | |
922 | Ye heavens! with sounds of triumph ring | | | | | | | |
923 | The Lord shall come, the earth shall quake | | | | | | | |
924 | Day of judgment, day of wonders | | | | | | | |
925 | O the hour when this material | | | | | | | |
926 | Lo he comes with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
927 | See the Judge, our nature wearing | | | | | | | |
928 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
929 | My Saviour is gone up to heaven | | | | | | | |
930 | Return, O God of love, return | | | | | | | |
931 | Day of wrath, that day of mourning! | | | | | | | |
932 | Let me not, thou King eternal | | | | | | | |
933 | My faith shall triumph o'er the grave | | | | | | | |
934 | These glorious minds, how bright they shine! | | | | | | | |
935 | Ye angels, who stand round the throne | | | | | | | |
936 | What happy men, or angels, these | | | | | | | |
937 | Awake, my zeal, awake my love | | | | | | | |
938 | Lo round the throne at God's right hand | | | | | | | |
939 | Hail to the prince of life and peace | | | | | | | |
940 | Exalted high at God's right hand | | | | | | | |
941 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
942 | There is a pure and peaceful wave | | | | | | | |
943 | What is life, 'tis but a vapor | | | | | | | |
944 | Alleluia, sweetest music | | | | | | | |
945 | Great God, we sing that mighty hand | | | | | | | |
946 | My helper God I bless his name | | | | | | | |
947 | Awake, ye saints, and raise your eyes | | | | | | | |
948 | Now, gracious Lord, thine arm reveal | | | | | | | |
949 | Yet, mighty God! our fleeting days | | | | | | | |
950 | While with ceaseless course the sun | | | | | | | |
951 | For thy mercy and thy grace | | | | | | | |
952 | Remark my soul, the narrow bounds | | | | | | | |
953 | Thee we adore, eternal name | | | | | | | |
954 | The year is gone beyond recall | | | | | | | |
955 | God of the changing year, whose arm of power | | | | | | | |
956 | House of our God, with cheerful anthems | | | | | | | |
957 | Eternal source of every joy | | | | | | | |
958 | We praise, we worship thee, O God | | | | | | | |
959 | Lift up to God the voice of praise | | | | | | | |
960 | When all thy mercies, O my God | | | | | | | |
961 | Help us, O Lord, with grateful minds | | | | | | | |
962 | In thee, great God, with songs of praise | | | | | | | |
963 | Thus Abraham, full of sacred awe | | | | | | | |
964 | Lord, for thy name's sake, such the plea | | | | | | | |
965 | See, gracious God, before thy throne | | | | | | | |
966 | The gathering clouds with aspect dark | | | | | | | |
967 | Repent before the Judge draws nigh | | | | | | | |
968 | Christ is our cornerstone | | | | | | | |
969 | In sweet exalted strains | | | | | | | |
970 | Arise, O King of grace, arise | | | | | | | |
971 | In God's own house pronounce his praise | | | | | | | |
972 | We have an altar not of stone | | | | | | | |
973 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
974 | God bless our native land, Firm may she | | | | | | | |
975 | Come, let us anew our journey pursue | | | | | | | |
976 | Come, let us anew our journey pursue | | | | | | | |
977 | Though faint, yet pursuing, we go on our way | | | | | | | |
978 | I would not live alway, I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
979 | How lovely shines the morning star | | | | | | | |
980 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
981 | From whence doth this union arise | | | | | | | |
982 | Thou Being of beings supreme | | | | | | | |
983 | Jesus is the name we treasure | | | | | | | |
984 | Alleluia, song of sweetness | | | | | | | |
985 | Come, ye thankful people, come | | | | | | | |
986 | O worship the King, all glorious above | | | | | | | |
987 | Disposer Supreme, and Judge of the earth | | | | | | | |
988 | When shall we meet again | | | | | | | |
D1 | To God the Father, God the Son | | | | | | | |
D2 | Praise God, from whom all blessings flow | | | | | | | |
D3 | All glory, while the ages run | | | | | | | |
D4 | Let God, the Father, and the Son | | | | | | | |
D5 | To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost | | | | | | | |
D6 | O praise the Father, praise the Son | | | | | | | |
D7 | Most Ancient of all Mysteries | | | | | | | |
D8 | All glory to the Father be | | | | | | | |
D9 | O praise the Father; praise the Son | | | | | | | |
D10 | Ye angels round the throne | | | | | | | |
D11 | Dwell, Spirit! in our hearts | | | | | | | |
D12 | To God the Father's throne | | | | | | | |
D13 | O God! with love's sweet might | | | | | | | |