# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
601 | Up to the hills I lift my eyes | | | | | | | |
602 | Come, we that love the Lord | | | | | | | |
603 | How gentle God's commands! | | | | | | | |
604 | Great Lord of earth, and seas, and skies | | | | | | | |
605 | How little of ourselves we know | | | | | | | |
606 | Sing to the Lord, who loud proclaims | | | | | | | |
607 | The heavens invite mine eye | | | | | | | |
608 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
609 | Truly the light of morn is sweet | | | | | | | |
610 | In the soft season of thy youth | | | | | | | |
611 | O, in the morn of life, when youth | | | | | | | |
612 | While yet the youthful spirit bears | | | | | | | |
613 | There is a glorious world of light | | | | | | | |
614 | In Israel's fane, by silent night | | | | | | | |
615 | O say not, think not, heavenly notes | | | | | | | |
616 | My God, my everlasting hope | | | | | | | |
617 | As various as the moon | | | | | | | |
618 | Weak and irresolute is man | | | | | | | |
619 | O what is life?--'t is like a flower | | | | | | | |
620 | I travel all the irksome night | | | | | | | |
621 | Through sorrow's night and danger's path | | | | | | | |
622 | Thus far on life's perplexing path | | | | | | | |
623 | My days, and weeks, and months, and years | | | | | | | |
624 | Like shadows gliding o'er the plain | | | | | | | |
625 | The glories of our birth and state | | | | | | | |
626 | To-morrow, Lord, is thine | | | | | | | |
627 | God of eternity! from thee | | | | | | | |
628 | When bending o'er the brink of life | | | | | | | |
629 | Were all our hopes and all our fears | | | | | | | |
630 | Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell | | | | | | | |
631 | Through shades and solitudes profound | | | | | | | |
632 | Affliction's faded form draws nigh | | | | | | | |
633 | The darkened sky, how thick it lowers! | | | | | | | |
634 | Deem not that they are blest alone | | | | | | | |
635 | Alas! how poor and little worth | | | | | | | |
636 | Beneath our feet and o'er our head | | | | | | | |
637 | Awake, ye saints, and raise your eyes | | | | | | | |
638 | How swift the torrent rolls | | | | | | | |
639 | How blest the righteous when he dies! | | | | | | | |
640 | Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims | | | | | | | |
641 | Eternal God! how frail is man! | | | | | | | |
642 | Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep! | | | | | | | |
643 | O stay thy tears; for they are blest | | | | | | | |
644 | Before the hills in order stood | | | | | | | |
645 | Let others boast how strong they be | | | | | | | |
646 | I would not live alway: I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
647 | Behold the beauteous western light | | | | | | | |
648 | Why should we start, and fear to die? | | | | | | | |
649 | Naked, as from the earth we came | | | | | | | |
650 | Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
651 | Sister, thou wast mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
652 | The God of mercy will indulge | | | | | | | |
653 | Dark, dark indeed, the grave would be | | | | | | | |
654 | Lowly and solemn be | | | | | | | |
655 | Clay to clay, and dust to dust! | | | | | | | |
656 | Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb! | | | | | | | |
657 | Go to the grave in all thy glorious prime | | | | | | | |
658 | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
659 | Brother, thou art gone before us | | | | | | | |
660 | Servant of God, well done! | | | | | | | |
661 | By glimmering hopes and gloomy fears | | | | | | | |
662 | Let faith arise, and climb the hills | | | | | | | |
663 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
664 | For ever with the Lord! | | | | | | | |
665 | Why should the world's alluring toys | | | | | | | |
666 | When all the hours of life are past | | | | | | | |
667 | Friend after friend departs | | | | | | | |
668 | What must it be to dwell above | | | | | | | |
669 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
670 | If death my friend and me divide | | | | | | | |
671 | When the vale of death appears | | | | | | | |
672 | O God! mine inmost soul convert | | | | | | | |
673 | Who are these in bright array | | | | | | | |
674 | Jerusalem! my glorious home! | | | | | | | |
675 | When rising from the bed of death | | | | | | | |
676 | The angel comes; he comes to reap | | | | | | | |
677 | That day of wrath, that dreadful day | | | | | | | |
678 | In the broad fields of heaven | | | | | | | |
679 | There is a land mine eyes hath seen | | | | | | | |
680 | The ocean looketh up to heaven | | | | | | | |
681 | Through night to light! And though to mortal eyes | | | | | | | |
682 | "Lovest thou me?" I hear my Saviour say | | | | | | | |
683 | The broken ties of happier days | | | | | | | |
684 | Just as I am,--without one plea | | | | | | | |
685 | My God! all nature owns thy sway | | | | | | | |
686 | All nature's works His praise declare | | | | | | | |
687 | Sure, to the mansions of the blest | | | | | | | |
688 | The morning light is breaking | | | | | | | |
689 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
690 | Here to the High and Holy One | | | | | | | |
691 | The perfect world by Adam trod | | | | | | | |
692 | We love the venerable house | | | | | | | |
693 | Great God! let all our tuneful powers | | | | | | | |
694 | The winter is over and gone | | | | | | | |
695 | When verdure clothes the fertile vale | | | | | | | |
696 | The leaves around me falling | | | | | | | |
697 | See the leaves around us falling | | | | | | | |
698 | Lord of the worlds below! | | | | | | | |
699 | Great God, we sing that mighty hand | | | | | | | |
700 | Our Father! through the coming year | | | | | | | |