# | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
201 | Lord, what is man, poor feeble man | | | | | |  | |
202 | O [Our] God, our help in ages [seasons] past | | | | | |  | |
203 | Teach me the measure of my days | | | | | |  | |
204 | Lord, what a feeble piece | | | | | |  | |
205 | And must this body die | | | | | |  | |
206 | Hark, from the tomb [tombs] a doleful [warning] [mournful] sound | | | | | |  | |
207 | Lord, if thine eyes survey our faults | | | | | |  | |
208 | Why do we [ye] [you] mourn departing [departed] [for dying] friends | | | | | |  | |
209 | Thy life I read, my dearest [blessed] [gracious)],Lord | | | | | |  | |
210 | Attend, young friends, while [whilst] I relate | | | | | |  | |
211 | Death, 'tis a melancholy day To those that have no God | | | | | |  | |
212 | And let this feeble body fail | | | | | |  | |
213 | How blest is our brother | | | | | |  | |
214 | Why should we start and fear to die | | | | | |  | |
215 | Thee we adore, eternal name, And humbly | | | | | |  | |
216 | Remember, Lord, our mortal state | | | | | |  | |
217 | Through every age, eternal God | | | | | |  | |
218 | Lord, must I [we] die, O let me [us] die | | | | | |  | |
219 | When blooming youth is [are] snatched [called] away | | | | | |  | |
220 | Sing to the Lord, ye heavenly hosts | | | | | |  | |
221 | Sinners, take the friendly warning | | | | | |  | |
222 | And must I be to judgment brought | | | | | |  | |
223 | Day of judgment, day of wonders | | | | | |  | |
224 | Lo! he comes, with clouds descending | | | | | |  | |
225 | Lo he cometh countless trumpets | | | | | |  | |
226 | Why doth the man of riches grow | | | | | |  | |
227 | How vain are all things here below | | | | | |  | |
228 | There is a house not made with [by] hands, Eternal | | | | | |  | |
229 | Come, ye [you] [we] that [who] love the Lord [Christ], And let your [our] joys | | | | | |  | |
230 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | |  | |
231 | Earth has engrossed my love too long | | | | | |  | |
232 | From thee, my [O] God, my [our] joys shall rise | | | | | |  | |
233 | O for a sweet, inspiring ray | | | | | |  | |
234 | How happy are they, Who the [their] Savior [Jesus] obey | | | | | |  | |
235 | Jerusalem, my happy home, name ever dear to me | | | | | |  | |
236 | Away with our sorrow and fear | | | | | |  | |
237 | I would not live alway [always], I ask not to stay | | | | | |  | |
238 | See, from Zion's sacred mountain | | | | | |  | |
239 | These glorious minds [ones], how bright they shine | | | | | |  | |
240 | Lo what a glorious sight appears | | | | | |  | |
241 | O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight | | | | | |  | |
242 | Almighty Maker, God, How wondrous is thy name | | | | | |  | |
243 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | |  | |
244 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | |  | |
245 | Arise, my tenderest thoughts, arise | | | | | |  | |
246 | Tell me, Savior, from above | | | | | |  | |
247 | My Savior, my almighty Friend | | | | | |  | |
248 | O that I had a bosom friend | | | | | |  | |
249 | My God, the spring of all my joys | | | | | |  | |
250 | How pleasant, how [and] divinely fair | | | | | |  | |
251 | Father, I long, I faint to see The place of thine abode | | | | | |  | |
252 | O [Sweet] land for [of] rest for thee I sigh | | | | | |  | |
253 | Mid [midst] scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | |  | |
254 | Hear, gracious God [Lord], my humble moan [prayer] | | | | | |  | |
255 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | |  | |
256 | Hail, my ever blessed Jesus | | | | | |  | |
257 | How sweet and awful [holy] [sacred] is the place | | | | | |  | |
258 | Lord, I am thine, but thou wilt [will] prove | | | | | |  | |
259 | Thou Shepherd of Isr'l, and mine [divine] | | | | | |  | |
260 | O could I find some peaceful bower | | | | | |  | |
261 | Religion is the chief concern | | | | | |  | |
262 | Up to the field [fields] where angels lie [sing] | | | | | |  | |
263 | Thou whom my soul admires above | | | | | |  | |
264 | Often I seek my Lord by night | | | | | |  | |
265 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | |  | |
266 | Descend from heaven, immortal Dove | | | | | |  | |
267 | God of my life, look gently down | | | | | |  | |
268 | And is the gospel peace and love | | | | | |  | |
269 | Thou art, O God, a Spirit pure | | | | | |  | |
270 | There is a voice of sovereign grace | | | | | |  | |
271 | O that the Lord would guide my [our] ways | | | | | |  | |
272 | The Savior, O what endless [boundless] charms | | | | | |  | |
273 | Eternal Wisdom thee we praise | | | | | |  | |
274 | Let Zion and her sons rejoice | | | | | |  | |
275 | Amid the splendors of thy state | | | | | |  | |
276 | Eternal Power, whose high abode | | | | | |  | |
277 | Come, let us join our cheerful songs With angels round the throne | | | | | |  | |
278 | Praise ye the Lord, who reigns above, fixed on his throne of truth and love | | | | | |  | |
279 | Ye nations round [of] the earth, rejoice | | | | | |  | |
280 | O what shall I do my Savior to praise | | | | | |  | |
281 | God of my salvation, hear | | | | | |  | |
282 | I my Ebenezer raise | | | | | |  | |
283 | When gathering clouds [storms] around I view | | | | | |  | |
284 | While I keep silence and conceal | | | | | |  | |
285 | I send the joys of earth away | | | | | |  | |
286 | Ah I shall soon be dying | | | | | |  | |
287 | Say now, ye lovely social band | | | | | |  | |
288 | Arise, my soul, arise, shake off | | | | | |  | |
289 | I lift my soul to God, my trust is in | | | | | |  | |
290 | To God, in whom I trust, I lift my heart and voice | | | | | |  | |
291 | Broad is the road [stream] that leads to death [wrath] | | | | | |  | |
292 | Destruction's dangerous road | | | | | |  | |
293 | Sinner, art thou [are you] still secure [sincere] | | | | | |  | |
294 | Is this the kind return | | | | | |  | |
295 | The time is short sinners beware | | | | | |  | |
296 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | |  | |
297 | Haste [Hasten], [O] sinner [sinners] [now] to be wise | | | | | |  | |
298 | Stop, poor sinner [sinners], stop and think | | | | | |  | |
299 | Ah, guilty sinner, ruined by transgression | | | | | |  | |
300 | Behold a stranger at the door! | | | | | |  | |