# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
501 | Stoop down, my thoughts, that us'd to rise | | | | | | | |
502 | When blooming youth is snatch'd away | | | | | | | |
503 | Death! 'tis a melancholy day | | | | | | | |
504 | What scenes of horror and of dread | | | | | | | |
505 | Lord, at thy temple we appear | | | | | | | |
506 | O for an overcoming faith | | | | | | | |
507 | My soul, come, meditate the day | | | | | | | |
508 | How bless'd the righteous when he dies! | | | | | | | |
509 | What is life? 'tis but a vapor | | | | | | | |
510 | Vital spark of heavenly flame! | | | | | | | |
511 | Deathless principle, arise | | | | | | | |
512 | Happy soul, thy days are ended | | | | | | | |
513 | Hear what the voice from heav'n proclaims | | | | | | | |
514 | Cease here longer to detain me | | | | | | | |
515 | In vain my fancy strives to paint | | | | | | | |
516 | The grave is now a favor'd spot | | | | | | | |
517 | Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
518 | Take comfort, christians, when your friends | | | | | | | |
519 | Why do we mourn departing friends | | | | | | | |
520 | Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
521 | Friend after friend departs | | | | | | | |
522 | Oft as the bell with solemn toll | | | | | | | |
523 | And must this body die? | | | | | | | |
524 | Morning breaks upon the tomb | | | | | | | |
525 | Through sorrow's night and danger's path | | | | | | | |
526 | How great, how terrible that God | | | | | | | |
527 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
528 | The Lord, the Judge, before his throne | | | | | | | |
529 | He reigns, the Lord, the Saviour reigns! | | | | | | | |
530 | Lo he comes, with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
531 | Day of judgment, day of wonders! | | | | | | | |
532 | See the Eternal Judge descending! | | | | | | | |
533 | O where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
534 | Far from the utmost verge of day | | | | | | | |
535 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
536 | To Jesus, the crown of my hope | | | | | | | |
537 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
538 | Oh, could our thoughts and wishes fly | | | | | | | |
539 | Far from these narrow scenes of night | | | | | | | |
540 | Come, Lord, and warm each languid heart | | | | | | | |
541 | Nor eye has seen, nor ear hath heard | | | | | | | |
542 | Descend from heaven, immortal Dove | | | | | | | |
543 | What sinners value, I resign | | | | | | | |
544 | Ye angels who stand round the throne | | | | | | | |
545 | Jerursalem! my happy home! | | | | | | | |
546 | High in yonder realms of light | | | | | | | |
547 | Earth has engross'd my love too long | | | | | | | |
548 | Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
549 | May the grace of Christ our Saviour | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal has not been proofed - data may be incomplete or incorrect]