# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
701 | Hark, from the tomb [tombs] a doleful [warning] [mournful] sound | | | | | | | |
702 | Teach me the measure of my days | | | | | | | |
703 | Thee we adore, eternal name, And humbly | | | | | | | |
704 | That awful hour will soon appear | | | | | | | |
705 | God of eternity, from thee | | | | | | | |
706 | The morning flowers display their sweets | | | | | | | |
707 | When death appears before my [our] sight | | | | | | | |
708 | Why should we start and fear to die | | | | | | | |
709 | And must this body die | | | | | | | |
710 | Must friends and kindred droop and die | | | | | | | |
711 | Though nature's voice you must obey | | | | | | | |
712 | While to the grave our friends are borne | | | | | | | |
713 | So fades the lovely, blooming flower [flowers] | | | | | | | |
714 | Life is a span, a fleeting hour How soon the vapor flies | | | | | | | |
715 | When blooming youth is [are] snatched [called] away | | | | | | | |
716 | Spirit, leave thine [thy] [the] house of clay | | | | | | | |
717 | From his low bed of mortal dust | | | | | | | |
718 | Why do we [ye] [you] mourn departing [departed] [for dying] friends | | | | | | | |
719 | In vain my [the] fancy strives to paint The moment after death | | | | | | | |
720 | When life's tempestuous storms are o'er | | | | | | | |
721 | There is a house not made with [by] hands, Eternal | | | | | | | |
722 | Hark! from on high a solemn voice | | | | | | | |
723 | The hour of my departure's come | | | | | | | |
724 | Sweet is the scene when [where] Christians die | | | | | | | |
725 | Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims | | | | | | | |
726 | Beneath our feet and o'er our head | | | | | | | |
727 | No, I'll repine at death no more | | | | | | | |
728 | What sinners value, I resign | | | | | | | |
729 | Through sorrow's night and danger's path [way] [road] | | | | | | | |
730 | How long shall death, the tyrant, reign | | | | | | | |
731 | Lo he comes with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
732 | Day of judgment, day of wonders | | | | | | | |
733 | How great, how terrible that God | | | | | | | |
734 | Methinks the last great day is come | | | | | | | |
735 | Great God, what do I [we] see and hear | | | | | | | |
736 | The Lord shall [will] come, the earth shall [will] quake | | | | | | | |
737 | See, the eternal Judge descending | | | | | | | |
738 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
739 | Earth has engrossed my love too long | | | | | | | |
740 | O the delights, the heavenly joys | | | | | | | |
741 | When faith beholds the saints above | | | | | | | |
742 | Nor eye hath seen nor ear hath heard | | | | | | | |
743 | Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell [adieu] | | | | | | | |
744 | Not to the terrors of the Lord the tempest fire and smoke | | | | | | | |
745 | Come, Lord, and warm each languid heart, Inspire each lifeless tongue | | | | | | | |
746 | Exalted high at God's right hand | | | | | | | |
747 | From this world's joys, and senseless mirth | | | | | | | |
748 | High in yonder realms of light | | | | | | | |
749 | Jerusalem, my happy home, name ever dear to me | | | | | | | |
750 | Hell, 'tis a word of dreadful sound | | | | | | | |
751 | And will the Judge descend [ascend] | | | | | | | |
752 | Lord, dismiss us with Thy [your] blessing, Fill our | | | | | | | |
753 | Christians and brethren [Christians, brethren], ere we part | | | | | | | |
754 | The peace which God alone reveals | | | | | | | |
755 | This God is the God we adore | | | | | | | |
756 | Once more before we part | | | | | | | |
757 | May the grace of Christ [God] our [the] Savior | | | | | | | |
758 | Thanks for mercies past, receive pardon | | | | | | | |
759 | Thy presence, everlasting [ever living] God [Lord] | | | | | | | |
760 | To God the Father, God the Son | | | | | | | |
761 | Now let the Father and the Son | | | | | | | |
762 | To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost | | | | | | | |
763 | To God the Father, God the Son | | | | | | | |
764 | All glory to th' Eternal Three | | | | | | | |
765 | Father, Son, and Holy Spirit | | | | | | | |
766 | Ye angels round the throne | | | | | | | |
767 | Come, O thou King of all thy saints | | | | | | | |
768 | To thy temple we repair | | | | | | | |
769 | How did my heart rejoice to hear | | | | | | | |
770 | Songs of praise the angels sang | | | | | | | |
771 | Come, O my [our] soul [souls], in sacred [joyous] lays | | | | | | | |
772 | When Isr'l forth from Egypt went | | | | | | | |
773 | Jehovah God! thy gracious pow'r | | | | | | | |
774 | Almighty God, thy piercing eye | | | | | | | |
775 | I sing the almighty power of God | | | | | | | |
776 | Come, thou Savior of our race | | | | | | | |
777 | Hail to the Lord's anointed | | | | | | | |
778 | Angels from the realms of glory | | | | | | | |
779 | Hither, ye faithful, haste with [in] songs of triumph | | | | | | | |
780 | How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound | | | | | | | |
781 | And didst thou, Jesus, condescend | | | | | | | |
782 | What various lovely characters | | | | | | | |
783 | While my Redeemer's near | | | | | | | |
784 | On Tabor's top the Savior stands | | | | | | | |
785 | Thou soft [sweet] flowing [gliding] Kedron [Cedron], by thy silver [limpid] stream | | | | | | | |
786 | Beyond where Cedron's [Kedron's] waters flow | | | | | | | |
787 | Behold the man, how heavy lay | | | | | | | |
788 | O Sacred Head now [once] [sore] wounded [surrounded] | | | | | | | |
789 | He lives, the [that] great Redeemer [Creator] lives | | | | | | | |
790 | From every stormy wind [sense] that blows | | | | | | | |
791 | Majestic sweetness sits enthroned upon the Savior's brow | | | | | | | |
792 | Savior, when in dust to Thee, low we bow | | | | | | | |
793 | Spirit of truth, on this Thy day, To Thee for help we cry | | | | | | | |
794 | O Holy Ghost descend we pray | | | | | | | |
795 | Holy Ghost, with light [love] [power] divine | | | | | | | |
796 | Come, Holy Spirit, come | | | | | | | |
797 | Come, Holy Spirit, calm my mind | | | | | | | |
798 | Gracious Spirit, Love divine | | | | | | | |
799 | Why should the children of a King | | | | | | | |
800 | Spirit of holiness, look down | | | | | | | |