# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
501 | Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly dove | | | | | | | |
502 | Am I an Israelite indeed | | | | | | | |
503 | Talk with us, Lord, thyself reveal | | | | | | | |
504 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
505 | Lord, that I may learn of thee | | | | | | | |
506 | Quiet Lord my froward heart | | | | | | | |
507 | O sweet it is to know, to feel | | | | | | | |
508 | The fountain in its sources | | | | | | | |
509 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
510 | 'Tis God the spirit leads | | | | | | | |
511 | What must it be to dwell above | | | | | | | |
512 | Jesus, I love thy charming name | | | | | | | |
513 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
514 | Our God, our help in ages past | | | | | | | |
515 | Almighty King, whose wondrous hand | | | | | | | |
516 | Lead us with thy gentle sway | | | | | | | |
517 | While through this changing world we roam | | | | | | | |
518 | God of eternity, from thee | | | | | | | |
519 | O what is life, 'tis like a flower that blossoms and is gone | | | | | | | |
520 | Our times are in thy hand, and thou wilt guide | | | | | | | |
521 | Along my earthly way | | | | | | | |
522 | Rise, O my soul, pursue the path | | | | | | | |
523 | Our country is Immanuel's ground | | | | | | | |
524 | Let others boast how strong they be | | | | | | | |
525 | These mortal joys, how soon they fade | | | | | | | |
526 | A glance from heaven with sweet effect | | | | | | | |
527 | The evils that beset our path | | | | | | | |
528 | How swiftly the torrent rolls | | | | | | | |
529 | My Father, when around me spread | | | | | | | |
530 | Sovereign of life before thine eye | | | | | | | |
531 | Beneath our feet and o'er our head | | | | | | | |
532 | Like shadows gliding o'er the plain | | | | | | | |
533 | When bending o'er the brink of life | | | | | | | |
534 | Why should we start and fear to die | | | | | | | |
535 | O God of love, with cheering ray | | | | | | | |
536 | Gently, my Father, let me down | | | | | | | |
537 | Thou must go forth alone, my soul | | | | | | | |
538 | When the vale of death appears | | | | | | | |
539 | Lord, must we die, O let us die | | | | | | | |
540 | O God, unseen, but not unknown | | | | | | | |
541 | Behold the path which mortals tread | | | | | | | |
542 | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
543 | Sweet is the scene when virtue dies | | | | | | | |
544 | Behold the western evening light | | | | | | | |
545 | Clay to clay, and dust to dust | | | | | | | |
546 | Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
547 | Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims | | | | | | | |
548 | Hark, a voice divides the sky | | | | | | | |
549 | Asleep in Jesus, blesséd sleep | | | | | | | |
550 | All nature dies and lives again | | | | | | | |
551 | As twilight's gradual veil is spread | | | | | | | |
552 | Lift your glad voices in triumph on high | | | | | | | |
553 | Christ the Lord is risen to-day | | | | | | | |
554 | See lovely nature raise her head | | | | | | | |
555 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
556 | How various and how new | | | | | | | |
557 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
558 | Jerusalem, my glorious home | | | | | | | |
559 | Far from the these scenes of night | | | | | | | |
560 | There is a world we have not seen | | | | | | | |
561 | Behold, on Zion's heavenly shore | | | | | | | |
562 | High in yonder realms of light | | | | | | | |
563 | And is there, Lord, a rest | | | | | | | |
564 | There is a land mine eye hath seen | | | | | | | |
565 | Heaven is the land where troubles cease | | | | | | | |
566 | Deem not that they are blesst alone | | | | | | | |
567 | Thou art gone to the grave but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
568 | Not for the pious dead we weep | | | | | | | |
569 | O stay thy tears, for they are blest | | | | | | | |
570 | We mourn for those who toil | | | | | | | |
571 | Why, weep for those, frail child of woe | | | | | | | |
572 | Friend after friend departs | | | | | | | |
573 | When floating on life's sea | | | | | | | |
574 | Why do we mourn departed friends | | | | | | | |
575 | Come, ye disconsolate | | | | | | | |
576 | Brother, though from yonder sky | | | | | | | |
577 | I looked upon the righteous man | | | | | | | |
578 | Farewell, what power of words can tell | | | | | | | |
579 | As bowed by sudden storms, the rose | | | | | | | |
580 | Blest be the hour when friends shall meet | | | | | | | |
581 | Say, why should friendship grieve for those | | | | | | | |
582 | As the sweet flower, which scents the morn | | | | | | | |
583 | So fades the lovely, blooming flower | | | | | | | |
584 | Life is a span, a fleeting hour | | | | | | | |
585 | In the broad fields of heaven | | | | | | | |
586 | What though the stream be dead | | | | | | | |
587 | Lay her gently in the dust | | | | | | | |
588 | Thou gavest, and we yield to thee | | | | | | | |
589 | Calm on the bosom of thy God | | | | | | | |
590 | Sister, thou wast mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
591 | Brother, rest from sin and sorrow | | | | | | | |
592 | Go to the grave in all thy glorious prime | | | | | | | |
593 | Servant of God, well done, rest | | | | | | | |
594 | Dear as thou wert, and justly dear | | | | | | | |
595 | The God of mercy will indulge | | | | | | | |
596 | Father, gathered round the bier | | | | | | | |
597 | On Zion's holy walls | | | | | | | |
598 | Pastor, thou art from us taken | | | | | | | |
599 | What though the arm of conquering death | | | | | | | |
600 | Farewell, thou once a mortal | | | | | | | |