# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
901 | How often, as we beat along | | | | | | | |
902 | Star of peace, to wand'rers weary | | | | | | | |
903 | O thou, who hast spread out the skies | | | | | | | |
904 | Lord, whom winds and seas obey | | | | | | | |
905 | How are thy servants blest, O Lord! | | | | | | | |
906 | In every trouble sharp and strong | | | | | | | |
907 | Lord of earth, and air, and sea | | | | | | | |
908 | Great God, we sing that mighty hand | | | | | | | |
909 | Remark, my soul, the narrow bounds | | | | | | | |
910 | Come, let us anew our journey pursue | | | | | | | |
911 | Bless, O Lord, each opening year | | | | | | | |
912 | With songs and honors sounding loud | | | | | | | |
913 | When verdure clothes the fertile vale | | | | | | | |
914 | Stern winter throws his icy chains | | | | | | | |
915 | See how brown autumn spreads the field! | | | | | | | |
916 | See the leaves around us falling | | | | | | | |
917 | How pleasing is thy voice | | | | | | | |
918 | 'Tis by thy strength the mountains stand | | | | | | | |
919 | Our Helper, God, we bless his name | | | | | | | |
920 | And now, my soul, another year | | | | | | | |
921 | The God of harvest praise | | | | | | | |
922 | For all thy gifts we praise thee, Lord | | | | | | | |
923 | Eternal Source of every joy | | | | | | | |
924 | God of the rolling year, to thee | | | | | | | |
925 | God of the changing year, whose arm of power | | | | | | | |
926 | Father of lights, we sing thy name | | | | | | | |
927 | When thy harvest yields thee pleasure | | | | | | | |
928 | Every sheaf of golden grain | | | | | | | |
929 | Fountain of mercy, God of love | | | | | | | |
930 | Praise to God, immortal praise | | | | | | | |
931 | Swell the anthem, raise the song | | | | | | | |
932 | O holy Father, just and true | | | | | | | |
933 | Thy bounties, gracious Lord | | | | | | | |
934 | Lord, look on all assembled here | | | | | | | |
935 | When Abrah'm, full of sacred awe | | | | | | | |
936 | Almighty Lord, before thy throne | | | | | | | |
937 | Dread Jehovah! God of nations! | | | | | | | |
938 | The fast which is the Lord's delight | | | | | | | |
939 | Lord, when thine ancient people cried | | | | | | | |
940 | Hear us, Father, while we cry | | | | | | | |
941 | Break every yoke, the gospel cries | | | | | | | |
942 | Attend, and mark the solemn fast | | | | | | | |
943 | From foes that would the land devour | | | | | | | |
944 | O, righteous God, thou Judge supreme | | | | | | | |
945 | O come not with thy tears alone | | | | | | | |
946 | How swift, alas, the moments fly! | | | | | | | |
947 | The time is short: sinners, beware | | | | | | | |
948 | Time hastens on; ye longing saints | | | | | | | |
949 | God of eternity, from thee | | | | | | | |
950 | To-morrow, Lord, is thine | | | | | | | |
951 | The swift-declining day | | | | | | | |
952 | How short and hasty is our life! | | | | | | | |
953 | Lord, what a feeble piece | | | | | | | |
954 | Our days, alas, our mortal days | | | | | | | |
955 | Teach me the measure of my days | | | | | | | |
956 | Few, few and evil are thy days | | | | | | | |
957 | It is the Lord our Saviour's hand | | | | | | | |
958 | Life is a span, a fleeting hour | | | | | | | |
959 | Sister, thou wast mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
960 | Thou art gone to the grave, but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
961 | If, bending o'er the brink of life | | | | | | | |
962 | The morning flowers display their sweets | | | | | | | |
963 | Great God, I own the sentence just | | | | | | | |
964 | Asleep in Jesus! blessèd sleep | | | | | | | |
965 | O for the death of those | | | | | | | |
966 | Pastor, thou art from us taken | | | | | | | |
967 | Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
968 | I heard a voice from heaven | | | | | | | |
969 | How sweet the hour of closing day | | | | | | | |
970 | Flung to the heedless winds | | | | | | | |
971 | When those we love are snatched away | | | | | | | |
972 | The mighty flood that rolls | | | | | | | |
973 | How short the race our friend has run | | | | | | | |
974 | When the last trumpet's awful voice | | | | | | | |
975 | All nature dies, and lives again | | | | | | | |
976 | Shall man, O God of life and light | | | | | | | |
977 | If a man die, shall he live again? | | | | | | | |
978 | As Jesus died, and rose again | | | | | | | |
979 | Behold the western evening light! | | | | | | | |
980 | O for the eye of faith divine | | | | | | | |
981 | And must this body die | | | | | | | |
982 | There's rest in the grave | | | | | | | |
983 | The winter past, reviving flowers | | | | | | | |
984 | There in peace his dust is laid | | | | | | | |
985 | Hail, thou happy morn so glorious! | | | | | | | |
986 | The last lovely morning | | | | | | | |
987 | Hail, blessèd scene of endless joy | | | | | | | |
988 | The Lord will come; the earth shall quake | | | | | | | |
989 | The Lord is coming in the clouds | | | | | | | |
990 | Hark! the song of jubilee | | | | | | | |
991 | His kingdom comes! ye saints rejoice | | | | | | | |
992 | Jesus, thy wandering sheep behold! | | | | | | | |
993 | Yes, mighty Jesus, thou shalt reign | | | | | | | |
994 | Mark that pilgrim lowly bending | | | | | | | |
995 | When the King of kings comes | | | | | | | |
996 | Rejoice, rejoice, the promised time is coming | | | | | | | |
997 | Hark, ten thousand harps and voices | | | | | | | |
998 | Lord Jesus, come; for here | | | | | | | |
999 | When wild confusion wrecks the air | | | | | | | |
1000 | The Saviour comes, his advent's nigh | | | | | | | |