# | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
201 | Lord, what is man, poor feeble man | | | | | |  | |
202 | Our God, our help in ages 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 tombs a doleful sound! | | | | | |  | |
207 | Lord, if thine eyes survey our faults | | | | | |  | |
208 | Why do we mourn departing friends | | | | | |  | |
209 | Thy life I read, my dearest Lord | | | | | |  | |
210 | Attend, young friends, while I relate | | | | | |  | |
211 | Death! 'tis a melancholy day | | | | | |  | |
212 | And let this feeble body fail | | | | | |  | |
213 | How blest is our brother, bereft | | | | | |  | |
214 | Why should we start and fear to die? | | | | | |  | |
215 | Thee we adore, Eternal Name! | | | | | |  | |
216 | Remember, Lord, our mortal state | | | | | |  | |
217 | Through every age, eternal God | | | | | |  | |
218 | Lord, must I die? O let me die | | | | | |  | |
219 | When blooming youth is snatched 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 in 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 hands | | | | | |  | |
229 | Come, we that love the Lord | | | | | |  | |
230 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | |  | |
231 | Earth has engrossed my love too long! | | | | | |  | |
232 | From thee, my God, my joys shall rise | | | | | |  | |
233 | O for a sweet, inspiring ray | | | | | |  | |
234 | Oh! how happy are they | | | | | |  | |
235 | Jerusalem! my happy home | | | | | |  | |
236 | Away with our sorrow and fear | | | | | |  | |
237 | I would not live alway; I ask not to stay | | | | | |  | |
238 | See, from Zion's sacred mountain | | | | | |  | |
239 | These glorious minds, 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! | | | | | |  | |
243 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | |  | |
244 | Come, thou Fount of every blessing | | | | | |  | |
245 | Arise, my tend'rest thoughts, arise | | | | | |  | |
246 | Tell me, Savior, from above | | | | | |  | |
247 | My Savior, my Almighty Friend | | | | | |  | |
248 | Oh, that I had a bosom Friend | | | | | |  | |
249 | My God, the spring of all my joys | | | | | |  | |
250[259] | How pleasant, how divinely fair | | | | | |  | |
251 | Father, I long, I faint to see | | | | | |  | |
252 | O land of rest, for thee I sigh | | | | | |  | |
253 | 'Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | |  | |
254 | Hear, gracious God, my humble moan | | | | | |  | |
255 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | |  | |
256 | Hail, my ever blessed Jesus | | | | | |  | |
257 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | |  | |
258 | Lord, I am thine; but thou wilt prove | | | | | |  | |
259 | Thou Shepherd of Israel and mine | | | | | |  | |
260 | O could I find some peaceful bower | | | | | |  | |
261 | Religion is the chief concern | | | | | |  | |
262 | Up to the fields where angels lie | | | | | |  | |
263 | Thou, whom my soul admires above | | | | | |  | |
264 | Often I seek my Lord by night | | | | | |  | |
265 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | |  | |
266 | Descend from heavne 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 ways | | | | | |  | |
272 | The Savior! Oh, what endless 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 sacred songs | | | | | |  | |
278 | Praise ye the lord who reigns above | | | | | |  | |
279 | Ye nations round the earth, rejoice | | | | | |  | |
280 | O what shall I do my Savior to praise | | | | | |  | |
281 | God of my salvation, hear | | | | | |  | |
282 | I mine Ebenezer raise | | | | | |  | |
283 | When gathering clouds 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 | | | | | |  | |
289 | I lift my soul to God | | | | | |  | |
290 | To God in whom I trust | | | | | |  | |
291 | Broad is the road that leads to death | | | | | |  | |
292 | Destruction's dangerous road | | | | | |  | |
293 | Sinner, art thou still secure? | | | | | |  | |
294 | Is this the kind return | | | | | |  | |
295 | The time is short!--O sinners, fear | | | | | |  | |
296 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | |  | |
297 | Hasten, O sinner, to be wise | | | | | |  | |
298 | Stop, poor sinner, stop and think | | | | | |  | |
299 | Ah, guilty sinner, ruined by transgression | | | | | |  | |
300 | Behold, a stranger at the door! | | | | | |  | |