# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
396 | Since Jesus freely [purely] did appear | | | | | | | |
397 | With grateful hearts and tuneful lays | | | | | | | |
398 | Almighty Maker of my frame | | | | | | | |
399 | The time is short the season near | | | | | | | |
400 | Come, O my soul, look up and see | | | | | | | |
401 | My soul, the [thy] minutes haste away | | | | | | | |
402 | When rising from the bed of death | | | | | | | |
403 | And am I born to die | | | | | | | |
404 | Thee I adore, eternal Power | | | | | | | |
405 | When bending o'er the brink of life [death] | | | | | | | |
406 | Death and the grave are doleful themes | | | | | | | |
407 | Oft as the bell, with solemn toll, Speaks the departure of a soul | | | | | | | |
408 | In vain my [the] fancy strives to paint The moment after death | | | | | | | |
409 | Far from affliction, toil and care | | | | | | | |
410 | From his low bed of mortal dust | | | | | | | |
411 | Spirit, arise, 'tis blest to go | | | | | | | |
412 | Spirit, leave thine [thy] [the] house of clay | | | | | | | |
413 | How blest is our brother | | | | | | | |
414 | 'Tis finished, the conflict is past | | | | | | | |
415 | Happy soul, we now resign thee | | | | | | | |
416 | Happy soul, thy days are ended [ending] | | | | | | | |
417 | Unvail [Unveil] thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
418 | When blooming youth is [are] snatched [called] away | | | | | | | |
419 | My Father calls me to his arms | | | | | | | |
420 | God hath bereaved me of my child | | | | | | | |
421 | The child is not, sad Reuben cried | | | | | | | |
422 | Alas how changed that lovely flower | | | | | | | |
423 | The once loved form, now cold and dead | | | | | | | |
424 | The God of love will sure indulge | | | | | | | |
425 | Where are the dead, in heaven or hell | | | | | | | |
426 | Shall man O God of life and light | | | | | | | |
427 | Through sorrow's night and danger's path [way] [road] | | | | | | | |
428 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
429 | See, the eternal Judge descending | | | | | | | |
430 | The day of God, the awful day | | | | | | | |
431 | Day of judgment, day of wonders | | | | | | | |
432 | Methinks the last great day is come | | | | | | | |
433 | How great, how terrible that God | | | | | | | |
434 | Sinners, take the friendly warning | | | | | | | |
435 | Arise and shine, O Zion fair | | | | | | | |
436 | When frowning death appears | | | | | | | |
437 | Far from the utmost verge of day | | | | | | | |
438a | God from his throne with piercing eye | | | | | | | |
438b | Ah wretched souls are they who hear | | | | | | | |
439 | Hark, hark my soul what's this I hear | | | | | | | |
440 | High in yonder realms of light | | | | | | | |
441 | The ransomed spirit to her home | | | | | | | |
442 | Sweet glories rush [burst] upon my sight | | | | | | | |
443 | Heaven is the land [place] where trouble cease | | | | | | | |
444 | There is a world we have not seen | | | | | | | |
445 | Eternity, tremendous word, Home striking point | | | | | | | |
446 | Eternity, stupendous theme | | | | | | | |
447 | What contradictions meet | | | | | | | |
448 | Jesus, with truth and power divine | | | | | | | |
449 | Would you win a soul to God | | | | | | | |
450 | Ye messengers of Christ [God] | | | | | | | |
451 | My brethren, from my heart beloved | | | | | | | |
452 | With heavenly power, O Lord, defend | | | | | | | |
453 | Since we are called to part | | | | | | | |
454 | Fare-ye-well, fare-ye-well, fare-ye-well | | | | | | | |
455 | Dismiss us with Thy blessing, Lord, Help | | | | | | | |
456 | Once more before we part | | | | | | | |
457 | Awake, my soul, and with the sun | | | | | | | |
458 | Boast not thyself of days to come | | | | | | | |
459 | Young people all, will you attend | | | | | | | |
460 | Happy is he whose early years | | | | | | | |
461 | Come sinners attend and make no delay | | | | | | | |
462 | Father of mercies, God of love, O hear a humble | | | | | | | |
463 | As once the Savior took his seat | | | | | | | |
464 | God of mercy, God of love [grace], Hear | | | | | | | |
465 | From every stormy wind [sense] that blows | | | | | | | |
466 | Once in this world I wandered forth | | | | | | | |
467 | When I was young, of tender years | | | | | | | |
468 | When with [my] mind divinely pressed | | | | | | | |
469 | What wondrous love is this, O my soul | | | | | | | |
470 | It is a glorious mystery | | | | | | | |
471 | Wherefore should man, frail child of clay | | | | | | | |
472 | Praise to God, immortal praise | | | | | | | |
473 | O could I soar to worlds above | | | | | | | |
474 | The hour of my departure's come | | | | | | | |
475 | Why, weep for those, frail child of woe | | | | | | | |
476 | As the sweet flower, which scents the morn | | | | | | | |
477 | The winter past reviving flowers | | | | | | | |
478 | Smote by thy [the] law, I'm justly slain | | | | | | | |
479 | Mercy, O thou Son of David | | | | | | | |
480 | 'Tis past, the dreadful stormy night | | | | | | | |
481 | Sovereign grace has [hath] power alone | | | | | | | |
482 | Approach, my soul, the mercy seat | | | | | | | |
483 | See a poor sinner, dearest [gracious] Lord | | | | | | | |
484 | Great God, to thee I make | | | | | | | |
485 | Return, my [each] roving heart, return | | | | | | | |
486 | O Thou from whom all goodness flows | | | | | | | |
487 | How many and great are the foes which infest | | | | | | | |
488 | Though trouble assail us, and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
489 | Come away to the skies, my beloved, arise | | | | | | | |
490 | I soon shall accomplish my race | | | | | | | |
491 | I wait a few sorrowful years | | | | | | | |
492 | Say now, ye lovely social band | | | | | | | |
493 | Welcome, welcome, dear Redeemer | | | | | | | |
494 | Behold a pilgrim as he dies | | | | | | | |