# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
101 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
102 | O tell me no more of this world's vain store | | | | | | | |
103 | How happy ev'ry child of grace | | | | | | | |
104 | Vain delusive world, adieu | | | | | | | |
105 | Jesus, my all, to heav'n is gone | | | | | | | |
106 | Come on my partners in distress | | | | | | | |
107 | He dies, the Friend of sinners dies! | | | | | | | |
108 | How happy are they | | | | | | | |
109 | And let our bodies part | | | | | | | |
110 | Lo! he comes with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
111 | And must this body die | | | | | | | |
112 | Arise, my soul, arise | | | | | | | |
113 | And let this feeble body fail | | | | | | | |
114 | Life is the time to serve the Lord | | | | | | | |
115 | Pray'r is appointed to convey | | | | | | | |
116 | Jesus, the name to sinners dear | | | | | | | |
117 | How happy, gracious Lord, are we! | | | | | | | |
118 | Away with our sorrow and fear | | | | | | | |
119 | Come, all ye pilgrims of the Lord | | | | | | | |
120 | The people called christians, how many things they tell | | | | | | | |
121 | A soldier, Lord, thou hast me made | | | | | | | |
122 | Death, he is the king of terrors | | | | | | | |
123 | While shepherds in Jewry were guarding their sheep | | | | | | | |
124 | How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
125 | Lord, we come before thee now | | | | | | | |
126 | How tedious and tasteless the hours | | | | | | | |
127 | When all the mercies of my God | | | | | | | |
128 | Though troubles assail, and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
129 | O glorious hope of perfect love! | | | | | | | |
130 | Thou God of glorious majesty | | | | | | | |
131 | And am I only born to die? | | | | | | | |
132 | We lift our hearts to thee | | | | | | | |
133 | I'm not asham'd to own my Lord | | | | | | | |
134 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
135 | Hark! listen to the trumpeters! | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal has not been proofed - data may be incomplete or incorrect]