# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
17 | How tedious & tasteless the hours | SWEET PROSPECT | | | | | | |
18a | Why should we mourn departing friends | | | | | | | |
18b | O come let us join | | | | | | | |
20 | My flesh shall slumber in the ground | | | | | | | |
21 | O! if my Lord would come and meet | | | | | | | |
22 | Sweet spirit, if thy airy sleep | | | | | | | |
23 | Save me, O God, the swelling floods | | | | | | | |
24 | Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
25a | My sorrows like a flood | | | | | | | |
25b | Our moments fly apace | | | | | | | |
26 | Wake, all ye soaring throng, and sing | HARMONY | | | | | | |
27a | Sweet is the work my God, my King | | | | | | | |
27b | Scotland's burning, Scotland's burning | | | | | | | |
28 | Hast thou not giv'n thy word | | | | | | | |
29a | The shepherds heard a voice | | | | | | | |
29b | Sure there's a righteous God | | | | | | | |
30 | Who is this fair one in distress | | | | | | | |
31 | Thus will the church below | | | | | | | |
32 | Lord what a thoughtless wretch was I | | | | | | | |
33 | Come, let us sing a new made song | | | | | | | |
41a | Hark from the tombs, a mournful sound | | | | | | | |
41b | Stoop down my tho'ts that used to rise | | | | | | | |
42 | Let music roll in mournful strains | | | | | | | |
44a | Behold his love, he stoops to view | | | | | | | |
44b | Nature, she shews her weeping eyes | | | | | | | |
45 | In ev'ry land begin the song | | | | | | | |
47 | Is this the kind return? | | | | | | | |
48 | From all that dwell below the skies | | | | | | | |
49 | Our sins alas! how strong they be | | | | | | | |
50 | Loud hallelujahs to the Lord | | | | | | | |
51 | They'll waft for us sooner o'er | | | | | | | |
52 | My days are as the grass | | | | | | | |
53 | Since God is all my trust | | | | | | | |
54 | Ye tribes of Adam join | | | | | | | |
55 | Sweet is the day of sacred rest | | | | | | | |
56 | Hearts of stone relent relent | | | | | | | |
57 | I'll praise my Maker with my breath | | | | | | | |
58 | Some walk in honour's gaudy shew | | | | | | | |
59 | Let ev'ry creature join | | | | | | | |
60 | Lord I am vile conceiv'd in sin | | | | | | | |
62 | From the third heav'n where God resides | | | | | | | |
63 | Say live forever wond'rous king | | | | | | | |
64 | Hark from the tombs a doleful sound | | | | | | | |
65a | When God reveal'd his gracious name | | | | | | | |
65b | All hail the pow'r of Jesus' name | | | | | | | |
66 | Eternal Pow'r, whose high abode | | | | | | | |
67a | Sweet is the work, my God my King | | | | | | | |
67b | Twere you that pull'd the vengeance down | | | | | | | |
68 | Now can my soul in God rejoice | | | | | | | |
69 | Hark! hark! hark! what doleful sounds I hear | | | | | | | |
73 | There is a house not made with hands | | | | | | | |
74 | The God of glory sends his summons forth | | | | | | | |
76 | While Cynthia sheds her borrow'd light | | | | | | | |
77 | Behold the Judge descends, his guards are high | | | | | | | |
78 | O God to whom revenge belongs | | | | | | | |
79 | My soul come meditate the day | | | | | | | |
80a | The trees full of sap | | | | | | | |
80b | Like fruitful show'rs of rain | | | | | | | |
81 | Ardalio jeers, and in his comic strains | | | | | | | |
84 | Ah, whither rolls thou fair retiring Light? | | | | | | | |
88 | Father, he cries, forgive their sins | | | | | | | |
89 | Vital spark, of heav'nly flame | | | | | | | |
92a | Behold the bleeding Lamb of God | | | | | | | |
92b | The God of glory sends his summons forth | | | | | | | |
94 | How vain are all things here below | | | | | | | |
95 | I'll praise my Maker with my breath | | | | | | | |
16 | The day is past and gone | EVENING SHADE | | | | | | |