# | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
a583 | Great Source of life, our souls confess | | | | | |  | |
a584 | When sin and sorrow, fear and pain | | | | | |  | |
a585 | When Israel, of the Lord beloved | | | | | |  | |
a586 | Lord, I believe a rest remains | | | | | |  | |
a587 | The swift not always in the race | | | | | |  | |
a588 | How rich the blessings, O my God | | | | | |  | |
a589 | Almighty God! in humble prayer | | | | | |  | |
a590 | O not by solemn rites alone | | | | | |  | |
a591 | My soul shall praise thee, O my God! | | | | | |  | |
a592 | When musing sorrow weeps the past | | | | | |  | |
a593 | Beset with snares on every hand | | | | | |  | |
a594 | Shine forth, Eternal Source of light | | | | | |  | |
a595 | O Lord! my best desires fulfil | | | | | |  | |
a596 | In vain the erring world inquires | | | | | |  | |
a597 | Unite, my roving thoughts, unite | | | | | |  | |
a598 | O Thou, from whom all goodness flows | | | | | |  | |
a599 | Lord, when I quit this earthly stage | | | | | |  | |
a600 | Peace, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan | | | | | |  | |
a601 | Up to the hills I lift my eyes | | | | | |  | |
a602 | Come, we that love the Lord | | | | | |  | |
a603 | How gentle God's commands! | | | | | |  | |
a604 | Great Lord of earth, and seas, and skies | | | | | |  | |
a605 | How little of ourselves we know | | | | | |  | |
a606 | Sing to the Lord, who loud proclaims | | | | | |  | |
a607 | The heavens invite mine eye | | | | | |  | |
a608 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | |  | |
a609 | Truly the light of morn is sweet | | | | | |  | |
a610 | In the soft season of thy youth | | | | | |  | |
a611 | O, in the morn of life, when youth | | | | | |  | |
a612 | While yet the youthful spirit bears | | | | | |  | |
a613 | There is a glorious world of light | | | | | |  | |
a614 | In Israel's fane, by silent night | | | | | |  | |
a615 | O say not, think not, heavenly notes | | | | | |  | |
a616 | My God, my everlasting hope | | | | | |  | |
a617 | As various as the moon | | | | | |  | |
a618 | Weak and irresolute is man | | | | | |  | |
a619 | O what is life?--'t is like a flower | | | | | |  | |
a620 | I travel all the irksome night | | | | | |  | |
a621 | Through sorrow's night and danger's path | | | | | |  | |
a622 | Thus far on life's perplexing path | | | | | |  | |
a623 | My days, and weeks, and months, and years | | | | | |  | |
a624 | Like shadows gliding o'er the plain | | | | | |  | |
a625 | The glories of our birth and state | | | | | |  | |
a626 | To-morrow, Lord, is thine | | | | | |  | |
a627 | God of eternity! from thee | | | | | |  | |
a628 | When bending o'er the brink of life | | | | | |  | |
a629 | Were all our hopes and all our fears | | | | | |  | |
a630 | Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell | | | | | |  | |
a631 | Through shades and solitudes profound | | | | | |  | |
a632 | Affliction's faded form draws nigh | | | | | |  | |
a633 | The darkened sky, how thick it lowers! | | | | | |  | |
a634 | Deem not that they are blest alone | | | | | |  | |
a635 | Alas! how poor and little worth | | | | | |  | |
a636 | Beneath our feet and o'er our head | | | | | |  | |
a637 | Awake, ye saints, and raise your eyes | | | | | |  | |
a638 | How swift the torrent rolls | | | | | |  | |
a639 | How blest the righteous when he dies! | | | | | |  | |
a640 | Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims | | | | | |  | |
a641 | Eternal God! how frail is man! | | | | | |  | |
a642 | Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep! | | | | | |  | |
a643 | O stay thy tears; for they are blest | | | | | |  | |
a644 | Before the hills in order stood | | | |  | |  | |
a645 | Let others boast how strong they be | | | | | |  | |
a646 | I would not live alway: I ask not to stay | | | | | |  | |
a647 | Behold the beauteous western light | | | | | |  | |
a648 | Why should we start, and fear to die? | | | | | |  | |
a649 | Naked, as from the earth we came | | | | | |  | |
a650 | Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee | | | | | |  | |
a651 | Sister, thou wast mild and lovely | | | | | |  | |
a652 | The God of mercy will indulge | | | | | |  | |
a653 | Dark, dark indeed, the grave would be | | | | | |  | |
a654 | Lowly and solemn be | | | | | |  | |
a655 | Clay to clay, and dust to dust! | | | | | |  | |
a656 | Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb! | | | | | |  | |
a657 | Go to the grave in all thy glorious prime | | | | | |  | |
a658 | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | |  | |
a659 | Brother, thou art gone before us | | | | | |  | |
a660 | Servant of God, well done! | | | | | |  | |
a661 | By glimmering hopes and gloomy fears | | | | | |  | |
a662 | Let faith arise, and climb the hills | | | | | |  | |
a663 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | |  | |
a664 | For ever with the Lord! | | | | | |  | |
a665 | Why should the world's alluring toys | | | | | |  | |
a666 | When all the hours of life are past | | | | | |  | |
a667 | Friend after friend departs | | | | | |  | |
a668 | What must it be to dwell above | | | | | |  | |
a669 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | |  | |
a670 | If death my friend and me divide | | | | | |  | |
a671 | When the vale of death appears | | | | | |  | |
a672 | O God! mine inmost soul convert | | | | | |  | |
a673 | Who are these in bright array | | | | | |  | |
a674 | Jerusalem! my glorious home! | | | | | |  | |
a675 | When rising from the bed of death | | | | | |  | |
a676 | The angel comes; he comes to reap | | | | | |  | |
a677 | That day of wrath, that dreadful day | | | | | |  | |
a678 | In the broad fields of heaven | | | | | |  | |
a679 | There is a land mine eyes hath seen | | | | | |  | |
a680 | The ocean looketh up to heaven | | | | | |  | |
a681 | Through night to light! And though to mortal eyes | | | | | |  | |
a682 | "Lovest thou me?" I hear my Saviour say | | | | | |  | |