# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
533 | On the mountain's top appearing | | | | | | | |
534 | Go, ye messengers of God | | | | | | | |
535 | Go and the Saviour's grace proclaim | | | | | | | |
536 | Father of mercies, condescend | | | | | | | |
537 | Go messenger of peace and love | | | | | | | |
538 | Lord, send thy servants forth | | | | | | | |
539 | Yes,—my native land, I love thee | | | | | | | |
540 | Marked as the purpose of the skies | | | | | | | |
541 | Jesus, we bow before thy throne | | | | | | | |
542 | Daughter of Zion, from the dust | | | | | | | |
543 | Ye trembling captives, hear | | | | | | | |
544 | O Lord, our God, arise | | | | | | | |
545 | Sovereign of worlds, display thy power | | | | | | | |
546 | Lord, send thy word, and let it fly | | | | | | | |
547 | O God of sovereign grace | | | | | | | |
548 | Hark, the song of jubilee | | | | | | | |
549 | Indulgent Sovereign of the skies | | | | | | | |
550 | Jesus, immortal King, arise | | | | | | | |
551 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
552 | Zion, awake, thy strength renew | | | | | | | |
553 | Great God, the nations of the earth | | | | | | | |
554 | All hail, incarnate God | | | | | | | |
555 | Arm of the Lord, awake, awake | | | | | | | |
556 | Christian, see the orient morning | | | | | | | |
557 | Jesus, thy church with longing eyes | | | | | | | |
558 | Ascend thy throne, almighty King | | | | | | | |
559 | When shall the voice of singing flow | | | | | | | |
560 | Spirit of power and might, behold | | | | | | | |
561 | Now living waters flow to cheer | | | | | | | |
562 | O Spirit of the living God | | | | | | | |
563 | O'er the realms of pagan darkness | | | | | | | |
564 | Thy people, Lord, who trust thy word | | | | | | | |
565 | O'er the gloomy hills of darkness | | | | | | | |
566 | Who are these that come from far | | | | | | | |
567 | Lo! what a glorious sight appears | | | | | | | |
568 | Daughter of Zion, awake from thy sadness | | | | | | | |
569 | O city of the Lord, begin | | | | | | | |
570 | Look ye saints the day is breaking | | | | | | | |
571 | Behold, the expected time draw near | | | | | | | |
572 | Hosanna to our conquering King | | | | | | | |
573 | Fair shines the morning star | | | | | | | |
574 | Shout for the great Redeemer reigns | | | | | | | |
575 | Wake the song of jubilee | | | | | | | |
576 | See the ransomed millions stand | | | | | | | |
577 | In this calm impressive hour | | | | | | | |
578 | We lift our hearts to thee | | | | | | | |
579 | Thou that dost my life prolong | | | | | | | |
580 | How sweet the melting lay | | | | | | | |
581 | Awake, my drowsy soul | | | | | | | |
582 | Once more, my soul, the rising day | | | | | | | |
583 | In sleep's serene oblivion laid | | | | | | | |
584 | God of the morning, at thy voice | | | | | | | |
585 | Great God, to thee my evening song | | | | | | | |
586 | Softly now the light of day | | | | | | | |
587 | Indulgent Father, by whose care | | | | | | | |
588 | Through the day thy love has spared us | | | | | | | |
589 | Now, from labor and from care | | | | | | | |
590 | Dread Sovereign, let my evening song | | | | | | | |
591 | Indulgent God! whose bounteous care | | | | | | | |
592 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
593 | O Lord, another day is flown | | | | | | | |
594 | Thus far the Lord has led me on | | | | | | | |
595 | Sweet is the last, the parting ray | | | | | | | |
596 | The hours of evening close | | | | | | | |
597 | My God, how endless is thy love | | | | | | | |
598 | On thee, each morning, O my God | | | | | | | |
599 | Hosanna, with a cheerful sound | | | | | | | |
600 | When, streaming from the eastern skies | | | | | | | |
601 | Come, let us anew | | | | | | | |
602 | Great God, let all my tuneful powers | | | | | | | |
603 | God of our lives! thy various praise | | | | | | | |
604 | Our Helper, God, we bless thy name | | | | | | | |
605 | Now, gracious Lord, thine arm reveal | | | | | | | |
606 | Great God, we sing that mighty hand | | | | | | | |
607 | Bless, O Lord, the opening year | | | | | | | |
608 | Time is winging us away | | | | | | | |
609 | While beauty clothes the fertile vale | | | | | | | |
610 | Sweet is the time of spring | | | | | | | |
611 | Pleasing spring again is here | | | | | | | |
612 | Eternal source of every joy | | | | | | | |
613 | To praise the ever-bounteous Lord | | | | | | | |
614 | Fountain of mercy, God of love | | | | | | | |
615 | O thou who givest all their food | | | | | | | |
616 | Awake, ye saints, and raise your eyes | | | | | | | |
617 | Thee we adore, eternal name | | | | | | | |
618 | Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
619 | Cease, ye mourners, cease to languish | | | | | | | |
620 | Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims | | | | | | | |
621 | Why should our tears in sorrow flow | | | | | | | |
622 | When bending o'er the brink of life | | | | | | | |
623 | How swiftly the torrent rolls | | | | | | | |
624 | How blest the righteous when he dies | | | | | | | |
625 | Happy soul, thy days are ending | | | | | | | |
626 | When the vale of death appears | | | | | | | |
627 | That once loved form now cold | | | | | | | |
628 | So fades the lovely, blooming flower | | | | | | | |
629 | How still and peaceful is the grave | | | | | | | |
630 | My soul! come, meditate the day | | | | | | | |
631 | Parting soul, the flood awaits thee | | | | | | | |
632 | Why should we start and fear to die | | | | | | | |