# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
603 | Lo! the mighty God appearing | | | | | | | |
604 | The Lord shall come, the earth shall quake | | | | | | | |
605 | The prince of salvation is coming, prepare | | | | | | | |
606 | Come, dear friends, we all are brethren | | | | | | | |
607 | Arise, and shine, O Zion fair | | | | | | | |
608 | Let thy Kingdom, blessed Saviour | | | | | | | |
609 | Fear you not the King of terrors | | | | | | | |
610 | Lo! he cometh, countless trumpets | | | | | | | |
611 | O Glorious hope of perfect love! | | | | | | | |
612 | Methinks the last great day is come | | | | | | | |
613 | How great, how terrible that God | | | | | | | |
614 | When the fierce north wind with his airy forces | | | | | | | |
615 | Say, who is she that looks abroad | | | | | | | |
616 | Jerusalem, my glorious home | | | | | | | |
617 | My soul forsakes her vain delight | | | | | | | |
618 | I would not live always: I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
619 | Thou soft flowing Kedron, by thy silver | | | | | | | |
620 | Now Jesus, our King, reigns triumphantly glorious | | | | | | | |
621 | Beyond where Cedron's waters flow | | | | | | | |
622 | Ere I sleep, for every favor | | | | | | | |
623 | Watchman! tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
624 | Softly now the light of day | | | | | | | |
625 | Time is winging us away | | | | | | | |
626 | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
627 | When the spark of life is waning | | | | | | | |
628 | From the regions above, lo! an angel descended | | | | | | | |
629 | Sister, thou was mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
630 | How blest is our brother, bereft | | | | | | | |
631 | God that madest earth and heaven | | | | | | | |
632 | The Lord is great! ye hosts of heaven | | | | | | | |
633 | There's no name among men, nor angels so bright | | | | | | | |
634 | They are gone to the land where the Patriarchs rest | | | | | | | |
635 | Return, O wand'rer, to thy home | | | | | | | |
636 | O city of the Lord begin | | | | | | | |
637 | Earth has a joy unknown in heav'n | | | | | | | |
638 | Time speeds away, away, away | | | | | | | |
639 | Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea | | | | | | | |
640 | Thou art gone to the grave | | | | | | | |
641 | Behold thy glorious Saviour, All divine! | | | | | | | |
642 | See, Christians, see how the time steals on! | | | | | | | |
643 | Why silent and sad, dost thou stand here | | | | | | | |
644 | Strike the cymbal, roll the timbal | | | | | | | |
645 | How painfully pleasing the fond recollection | | | | | | | |
646 | Let others boast how strong they be | | | | | | | |
647 | Who has our report believed? | | | | | | | |
648 | May I but read my title clear | | | | | | | |
649 | 'Tis darkness here, but Jesus smiles | | | | | | | |
650 | The day is past and gone | | | | | | | |
651 | The morning light returns | | | | | | | |
652 | See, how the rising sun | | | | | | | |
653 | Praise ye the Lord: Glorify him forever | | | | | | | |
654 | O give thanks, O give thanks unto the Lord | | | | | | | |
655 | My Christian friends in bonds of love | | | | | | | |
656 | O tell me no more of this world's vain store | | | | | | | |
657 | Hither, you faithful, haste with songs of triumph | | | | | | | |
658 | Our souls by love together knit | | | | | | | |
659 | How shall I my Saviour set forth? | | | | | | | |
660 | Rejoice, O earth! the Lord is King! | | | | | | | |
661 | Look up you saints, direct your eyes | | | | | | | |
662 | I send the joys of earth away | | | | | | | |
663 | Be joyful in God, all ye lands of the earth | | | | | | | |
664 | O Thou in whose presence my soul takes delight | | | | | | | |
665 | Rise, O my soul! pursue the path | | | | | | | |
666 | Farewell, dear friends, I must be gone | | | | | | | |
667 | There is a glorious mansion | | | | | | | |
668 | The glorious light of Zion | | | | | | | |
669 | O Jesus! the glory, the wonder and love | | | | | | | |
670 | O praise God in his holiness | | | | | | | |
671 | How lovely are thy dwellings | | | | | | | |
672 | I will arise, I will arise | | | | | | | |