# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
633 | Why do we mourn departing friends | | | | | | | |
634 | Peace, 'tis the Lord Jehovah's hand | | | | | | | |
635 | Great God, I own the sentence just | | | | | | | |
636 | Thou art gone to the grave | | | | | | | |
637 | Oh! for an overcoming faith | | | | | | | |
638 | Ye mourning saints, whose streaming tears | | | | | | | |
639 | How sweet the hour of closing day | | | | | | | |
640 | Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell | | | | | | | |
641 | In vain the fancy strives to paint | | | | | | | |
642 | There is a house not made with hands | | | | | | | |
643 | Hark, from the tombs a doleful sound | | | | | | | |
644 | And must this body die | | | | | | | |
645 | This place is holy ground | | | | | | | |
646 | Beneath our feet and o'er our head | | | | | | | |
647 | Stoop down, my thoughts, that used to rise | | | | | | | |
648 | Gently, my Saviour! let me down | | | | | | | |
649 | The God of love will sure indulge | | | | | | | |
650 | When blooming youth is snatched away | | | | | | | |
651 | Through sorrow's night and danger's path | | | | | | | |
652 | Death, 'tis a melancholy day | | | | | | | |
653 | Heaven has confirmed the dread decree | | | | | | | |
654 | Hark! that shout of rapturous joy | | | | | | | |
655 | Sing to the Lord, ye heavenly hosts | | | | | | | |
656 | Lo! he comes from heaven descending | | | | | | | |
657 | Lo! he cometh,—countless trumpets | | | | | | | |
658 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
659 | When rising from the bed of death | | | | | | | |
660 | Hark, the judgment trumpet sounding | | | | | | | |
661 | The Lord shall come,—the earth shall quake | | | | | | | |
662 | Day of judgment, day of wonders | | | | | | | |
663 | Great God, what do I see and hear? | | | | | | | |
664 | And will the Judge descend? | | | | | | | |
665 | When thou my righteous Judge shalt come | | | | | | | |
666 | See, the eternal Judge descending | | | | | | | |
667 | That day of wrath, that dreadful day | | | | | | | |
668 | Behold, the day is come | | | | | | | |
669 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
670 | O for a sweet, inspiring ray | | | | | | | |
671 | High in yonder realms of light | | | | | | | |
672 | O where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
673 | How happy are the souls above | | | | | | | |
674 | O weep not for the joys that fade | | | | | | | |
675 | Come, Lord, and warm each languid heart | | | | | | | |
676 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
677 | There is an hour of hallowed peace | | | | | | | |
678 | How far beyond our mortal sight | | | | | | | |
679 | Come, let us join our friends above | | | | | | | |
680 | Now let our souls, on wings sublime | | | | | | | |
681 | Jerusalem!—my happy home | | | | | | | |
682 | Friend after friend departs | | | | | | | |
683 | There is a glorious world of light | | | | | | | |
684 | Nor eye hath seen nor ear hath heard | | | | | | | |
685 | How vain is all beneath the skies | | | | | | | |
686 | Heaven is the land where trouble cease | | | | | | | |
687 | Far from these narrow scenes of night | | | | | | | |
688 | This world is poor from shore to shore | | | | | | | |
689 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
690 | What is life? 't is but a vapor | | | | | | | |
691 | Raise thee my soul fly up and run | | | | | | | |
692 | Earth has engrossed my love too long | | | | | | | |
693 | Give me the wings of faith to rise | | | | | | | |
694 | Father, I long, I faint to see | | | | | | | |
695 | I would not live alway—I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
696 | These glorious minds,— how bright they shine! | | | | | | | |
697 | What are these in bright array | | | | | | | |
698 | Come away to the skies | | | | | | | |
699 | To Jesus, the crown of my hope | | | | | | | |
700 | Palms of glory, raiment bright | | | | | | | |
701 | What bliss harmonies above | | | | | | | |
702 | How vain a thought is bliss below | | | | | | | |
703 | Dismiss us, with thy blessing, Lord! | | | | | | | |
704 | Blessing and honor, praise and love | | | | | | | |
705 | Praise God, from whom all blessings flow | | | | | | | |
706 | To God, the Father,—God the Son | | | | | | | |
707 | Now to the great and sacred Three | | | | | | | |
708 | Let God, the Father, and the Son | | | | | | | |
709 | In hope to join th' angelic host | | | | | | | |
710 | The God of mercy be adored | | | | | | | |
711 | To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost | | | | | | | |
712 | Ye angels round the throne | | | | | | | |
713 | To God the Father's throne | | | | | | | |
714 | May the grace of Christ, our Saviour | | | | | | | |
715 | Praise the God of all creation | | | | | | | |
716 | Glory, honor, praise and power | | | | | | | |
717 | Sing we to our God above | | | | | | | |
718 | Lord! dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
719 | Great Jehovah! we adore thee | | | | | | | |
720 | We'll praise thy name forever | | | | | | | |
721 | By angels in heaven | | | | | | | |
722 | To God, the Father, Son | | | | | | | |