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701 | Peace, troubled soul! whose plaintive moan | | | | | | | |
702 | What though the stream be dead | | | | | | | |
703 | Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish | | | | | | | |
704 | O Thou who driest the mourner’s tear | | | | | | | |
705 | When Power Divine, in mortal form | | | | | | | |
706 | Cease, ye mourners, cease to languish | | | | | | | |
707 | Gently, Lord, O, gently lead us | | | | | | | |
708 | There is a calm for those who weep | | | | | | | |
709 | Deem not that they are blest alone | | | | | | | |
710 | Where the mourner weeping | | | | | | | |
711 | How shall the young secure their hearts | | | | | | | |
712 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
713 | O, say not, think not, heavenly notes | | | | | | | |
714 | In Israel's fane, by silent night | | | | | | | |
715 | Shepherd of tender youth | | | | | | | |
716 | Ah wretched souls, who strive in vain | | | | | | | |
717 | Why do we waste in trifling cares | | | | | | | |
718 | Beset with snares on every hand | | | | | | | |
719 | Sow in the morn thy seed | | | | | | | |
720 | My soul, be on thy guard | | | | | | | |
721 | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
722 | My God, my strength, my hope | | | | | | | |
723 | A charge to keep I have | | | | | | | |
724 | Ye servants of the Lord! | | | | | | | |
725 | Soldiers of Christ, arise | | | | | | | |
726 | Our God! our God! thou shinest here | | | | | | | |
727 | Work,--and thou wilt bless the day | | | | | | | |
728 | Man's life is the holy land | | | | | | | |
729 | Hast thou, 'midst life's empty noises | | | | | | | |
730 | Tell me not, in mournful numbers | | | | | | | |
731 | Cheek grow pale, but heart be vigorous! | | | | | | | |
732 | Awake, our souls! away, our fears! | | | | | | | |
733 | Awake, my soul! lift up thine eyes | | | | | | | |
734 | How happy is he born or taught | | | | | | | |
735 | O Israel, to thy tents repair! | | | | | | | |
736 | O, what is man, great Maker of mankind! | | | | | | | |
737 | God's law demands one living faith | | | | | | | |
738 | The world throws wide its brazen gates | | | | | | | |
739 | A soldier's course, from battles won | | | | | | | |
740 | Awake, my soul! stretch every nerve | | | | | | | |
741 | Laborers of Christ, arise | | | | | | | |
742 | O, speed thee, Christian, on thy way | | | | | | | |
743 | The Christian warrior, see him stand | | | | | | | |
744 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
745 | Walk in the light! so shalt thou know | | | | | | | |
746 | As body when the soul has fled | | | | | | | |
747 | Scorn not the slightest word or deed | | | | | | | |
748 | The Lord receives his highest praise | | | | | | | |
749 | Life is the time to serve the Lord | | | | | | | |
750 | The God of glory walks his round | | | | | | | |
751 | Every day hath toil and trouble | | | | | | | |
752 | Workman of God! O, lose not heart | | | | | | | |
753 | The glories of our birth and state | | | | | | | |
754 | God of eternity! from thee | | | | | | | |
755 | Like shadows gliding o'er the plain | | | | | | | |
756 | O God, our help in ages past | | | | | | | |
757 | Swift years, but teach me how to bear | | | | | | | |
758 | Alas! how poor and little worth | | | | | | | |
759 | The swift-declining day | | | | | | | |
760 | How swift, alas! the moments fly! | | | | | | | |
761 | Forth to the land of promise bound | | | | | | | |
762 | As the sweet flower that scents the morn | | | | | | | |
763 | In the broad fields of heaven | | | | | | | |
764 | Go to thy rest, fair child! | | | | | | | |
765 | Calm on the bosom of thy God | | | | | | | |
766 | Fare thee well, thou fondly cherished | | | | | | | |
767 | Saviour, now receive him | | | | | | | |
768 | Thou must go forth alone, my soul! | | | | | | | |
769 | Behold the western evening light! | | | | | | | |
770 | How blest the righteous when he dies! | | | | | | | |
771 | Sister, thou wast mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
772 | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
773 | Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb! | | | | | | | |
774 | Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep! | | | | | | | |
775 | Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
776 | Go to the grave in all thy glorious prime | | | | | | | |
777 | O, not when the death-prayer is said | | | | | | | |
778 | Dear as thou wast, and justly dear | | | | | | | |
779 | Brother, rest from sin and sorrow! | | | | | | | |
780 | Lowly and solemn be | | | | | | | |
781 | Servant of God, well done! | | | | | | | |
782 | Brother, thou art gone before us | | | | | | | |
783 | Why do we mourn departing friends | | | | | | | |
784 | Farewell! what power of words can tell | | | | | | | |
785 | O God! whose thunder shakes the sky | | | | | | | |
786 | Lift not thou the wailing voice | | | | | | | |
787 | That day of wrath, that dreadful day | | | | | | | |
788 | The Lord will come; the earth shall quake | | | | | | | |
789 | Eternity! Eternity! | | | | | | | |
790 | Our fathers, where are they | | | | | | | |
791 | Give me the wings of faith to rise | | | | | | | |
792 | Friend after friend departs | | | | | | | |
793 | The great Apostle, called by grace | | | | | | | |
794 | How cheering the thought, that the spirits in bliiss | | | | | | | |
795 | Jews were wrought to cruel madness | | | | | | | |
796 | The dead are like the stars by day | | | | | | | |
797 | Call them from the dead | | | | | | | |
798 | Mortal, the angels say | | | | | | | |
799 | The kings of old have shrine and tomb | | | | | | | |
800 | Glory to God! whose witness-train | | | | | | | |