# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
1101 | Spirit, leave thy house of clay | | | | | | | |
1102 | Jesus, the vision of thy face | | | | | | | |
1103 | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
1104 | Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
1105 | Go, spirit of the sainted dead | | | | | | | |
1106 | How blest the righteous when he dies! | | | | | | | |
1107 | I looked upon the righteous man | | | | | | | |
1108 | Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims | | | | | | | |
1109 | This place is holy ground | | | | | | | |
1110 | Dear as thou wast, and justly dear | | | | | | | |
1111 | Lift not thou the wailing voice | | | | | | | |
1112 | Why do we mourn departing friends | | | | | | | |
1113 | Cease, ye mourners, cease to languish | | | | | | | |
1114 | Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
1115 | The grave is now a favored spot | | | | | | | |
1116 | There is a calm for those who weep | | | | | | | |
1117 | Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
1118 | Brother, though from yonder sky | | | | | | | |
1119 | Brother, rest from sin and sorrow | | | | | | | |
1120 | Brother, thou art gone to rest | | | | | | | |
1121 | Sister, thou wast mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
1122 | Life is a span--a fleeting hour | | | | | | | |
1123 | So fades the lovely, blooming flower | | | | | | | |
1124 | As vernal flowers perfume the morn | | | | | | | |
1125 | When blooming youth is snatched away | | | | | | | |
1126 | What though the arm of conquering Death | | | | | | | |
1127 | Pastor, thou art from us taken | | | | | | | |
1128 | Go to the grave in all thy glorious prime | | | | | | | |
1129 | Father, gathered round the bier | | | | | | | |
1130 | Servant of God, well done | | | | | | | |
1131 | Weep not for the saint that ascends | | | | | | | |
1132 | All nature dies, and lives again | | | | | | | |
1133 | And must this body die? | | | | | | | |
1134 | Blest be the everlasting God | | | | | | | |
1135 | Why should our mourning thoughts delight | | | | | | | |
1136 | When the last trumpet's awful voice | | | | | | | |
1137 | Shall man, O God of life and light | | | | | | | |
1138 | How long shall Death, the tyrant, reign | | | | | | | |
1139 | Through sorrow's night, and danger's path | | | | | | | |
1140 | When God is nigh, my faith is strong | | | | | | | |
1141 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
1142 | In the sun, and moon, and stars | | | | | | | |
1143 | The Lord will come, the earth shall quake | | | | | | | |
1144 | The angel comes; he comes to reap | | | | | | | |
1145 | Sinners, take the friendly warning | | | | | | | |
1146 | And will the Judge descend? | | | | | | | |
1147 | The day approaches, O my soul | | | | | | | |
1148 | Hark! that shout of rapturous joy | | | | | | | |
1149 | Lo, he comes, with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
1150 | He reigns--the Lord, the Savior, reigns | | | | | | | |
1151 | The Lord, the Judge, before his throne | | | | | | | |
1152 | Lo, He cometh: countless trumpets | | | | | | | |
1153 | See th' eternal Judge descending | | | | | | | |
1154 | Behold, the day is come | | | | | | | |
1155 | The chariot! the chariot! its wheels roll in fire | | | | | | | |
1156 | When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come | | | | | | | |
1157 | And must I be to judgment brought | | | | | | | |
1158 | There is a region lovelier far | | | | | | | |
1159 | What sinners value, I resign | | | | | | | |
1160 | And is there, Lord, a rest | | | | | | | |
1161 | There is a place of sacred rest | | | | | | | |
1162 | Jerusalem, my glorious home! | | | | | | | |
1163 | There is a land mine eye hath seen | | | | | | | |
1164 | My Father's house on high! | | | | | | | |
1165 | Bright glories rush upon my sight | | | | | | | |
1166 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
1167 | There is an hour of hallowed peace | | | | | | | |
1168 | There is a house not made with hands | | | | | | | |
1169 | I would not live alway; I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
1170 | While on the verge of life I stand | | | | | | | |
1171 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
1172 | Come, Lord, and warm each languid heart | | | | | | | |
1173 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
1174 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
1175 | When we pass through yonder river | | | | | | | |
1176 | There is a world of perfect bliss | | | | | | | |
1177 | Our sins, alas! how strong they are! | | | | | | | |
1178 | How vain is all beneath the skies! | | | | | | | |
1179 | Far from these narrow scenes of night | | | | | | | |
1180 | Who are these in bright array | | | | | | | |
1181 | Lo, round the throne, at God's right hand | | | | | | | |
1182 | These glorious minds, how bright they shine! | | | | | | | |
1183 | Palms of glory, raiment bright | | | | | | | |
1184 | Nor eye hath seen, nor ear hath heard | | | | | | | |
1185 | High in yonder realms of light | | | | | | | |
1186 | O happy saints, who dwell in light | | | | | | | |
1187 | O for a sweet, inspiring ray | | | | | | | |
1188 | Why will ye waste on trifling cares | | | | | | | |
1189 | Ye sinners, fear the Lord | | | | | | | |
1190 | Happy the man that finds the grace | | | | | | | |
1191 | The time is short; the season near | | | | | | | |
1192 | O thou, whose mercy hears | | | | | | | |
1193 | Why is my heart so far from thee | | | | | | | |
1194 | Where two or three, with sweet accord | | | | | | | |
1195 | Thus saith the Lord, The spacious fields | | | | | | | |
1196 | Wherewith shall I approach the Lord | | | | | | | |
1197 | Forgive us, Lord; to thee we cry | | | | | | | |
1198 | "Father, forgive" the Savior cried | | | | | | | |
1199 | So did the Hebrew prophet raise | | | | | | | |
1200 | As on the cross the Savior hung | | | | | | | |