# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
H678 | Sovereign of life, I [we] own thy hand | | | | | | | |
H679 | Let gratitude waken the song | | | | | | | |
H680 | Swell the anthem, raise the song | | | | | | | |
H681 | Freemen, awake the song | | | | | | | |
H682 | Since Jesus freely [purely] did appear | | | | | | | |
H683 | With cheerful voices rise and sing | | | | | | | |
H684 | For a season called to part | | | | | | | |
H685 | Through Christ when we together came | | | | | | | |
H686 | Come, let us strike our harps afresh | | | | | | | |
H687 | God of my life, to thee my cheerful soul | | | | | | | |
H688 | Swift as the winged arrow flies | | | | | | | |
H689 | I love the Lord, whose gracious ear | | | | | | | |
H690 | When Hannah pressed with grief | | | | | | | |
H691 | Lord, in thy temple we appear | | | | | | | |
H692 | When we are raised from deep distress | | | | | | | |
H693 | Our souls shall magnify the Lord, In God the Savior | | | | | | | |
H694 | When on Sinai's top I see | | | | | | | |
H695 | Father of all, Thy care we bless | | | | | | | |
H696 | How are thy servants blest, O Lord [God] | | | | | | | |
H697 | In God's own house, by silent night | | | | | | | |
H698 | In God the Father I believe | | | | | | | |
H699 | Ye men and angels, witness now | | | | | | | |
H700 | The time is short the season near | | | | | | | |
H701 | Time is winging us away | | | | | | | |
H702 | That awful hour will soon appear | | | | | | | |
H703 | Death! what a solemn word to all | | | | | | | |
H704 | Before us to the grave | | | | | | | |
H705 | Oft as the bell, with solemn toll, Speaks the departure of a soul | | | | | | | |
H706 | Sinner, is thy soul prepared | | | | | | | |
H707 | Lo on a narrow neck of land | | | | | | | |
H708 | Eternity, stupendous theme | | | | | | | |
H709 | Where are the dead, in heaven or hell | | | | | | | |
H710 | O where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
H711 | Death, 'tis a melancholy day To those that have no God | | | | | | | |
H712 | Stoop down, my thoughts, that [which] used [use] to rise | | | | | | | |
H713 | Hark, from the tomb [tombs] a doleful [warning] [mournful] sound | | | | | | | |
H714 | Why, thus impatient to be gone | | | | | | | |
H715 | While on the verge of life I stand | | | | | | | |
H716 | O thou, before whose gracious throne | | | | | | | |
H717 | What though the arm of conquering death | | | | | | | |
H718 | To thee, O God, when creatures fail | | | | | | | |
H719 | Why should our tears in sorrow flow | | | | | | | |
H720 | Alas how changed that lovely flower | | | | | | | |
H721 | Ye mourning saints [friends] [ ones], whose streaming tears | | | | | | | |
H722 | When blooming youth is [are] snatched [called] away | | | | | | | |
H723 | Life is a span, a fleeting hour How soon the vapor flies | | | | | | | |
H724 | 'Tis Jesus speaks, I fold, says he | | | | | | | |
H725 | Mourn not ye [ye not], whose child hath found Purer skies | | | | | | | |
H726 | When sickness, pain, and death | | | | | | | |
H727 | Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims | | | | | | | |
H728 | Saints in their graves lie down in peace | | | | | | | |
H729 | And must this body die | | | | | | | |
H730 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
H731 | How blest the righteous when he dies | | | | | | | |
H732 | Death may dissolve my body now, And bear my spirit home | | | | | | | |
H733 | Hear what the voice from heaven declares | | | | | | | |
H734 | Death cannot make our souls afraid, If God be with us there | | | | | | | |
H735 | When death appears before my [our] sight | | | | | | | |
H736 | In vain my [the] fancy strives to paint The moment after death | | | | | | | |
H737 | O ye mourners, cease to languish | | | | | | | |
H738 | Spirit, leave thine [thy] [the] house of clay | | | | | | | |
H739 | To Jesus, the crown of my [our] hope | | | | | | | |
H740 | O for an overcoming faith | | | | | | | |
H741 | While here I sit at Jesus' feet | | | | | | | |
H742 | 'Tis sweet to rest in lively hope | | | | | | | |
H743 | This world of sin and death | | | | | | | |
H744 | It is not death to die | | | | | | | |
H745 | Happy soul, thy days are ended [ending] | | | | | | | |
H746 | How still and peaceful is [Lord] the grave | | | | | | | |
H747 | Thou art gone to the grave but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
H748 | Brother, thou art gone before us | | | | | | | |
H749 | Sister, thou wast [wert] mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
H750 | Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
H751 | Blest Jesus, source of every grace | | | | | | | |
H752 | How long shall death, the tyrant, reign | | | | | | | |
H753 | Unvail [Unveil] thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
H754 | Through sorrow's night and danger's path [way] [road] | | | | | | | |
H755 | Day of judgment, day of wonders | | | | | | | |
H756 | The Lord shall [will] come, the earth shall [will] quake | | | | | | | |
H757 | The day approacheth [approaches], O my soul | | | | | | | |
H758 | The [That] day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven | | | | | | | |
H759 | Behold, the day is come, The righteous judge is near | | | | | | | |
H760 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
H761 | And will the Judge descend [ascend] | | | | | | | |
H762 | Dark brood the heavens o'er thee | | | | | | | |
H763 | Hark, that shout [sound] of rapturous joy [rapture high] | | | | | | | |
H764 | Hark! from the deep of heaven a trumpet sound | | | | | | | |
H765 | How great, how terrible that God | | | | | | | |
H766 | Great God, what do I [we] see and hear | | | | | | | |
H767 | Far from the [these] narrow [gloomy] scenes of night [life] | | | | | | | |
H768 | Eternal life, how sweet the sound | | | | | | | |
H769 | There is a world of perfect bliss Above the starry skies | | | | | | | |
H770 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
H771 | Rejoicing now in glorious hope | | | | | | | |
H772 | I would not live alway [always], I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
H773 | What have I in this barren land | | | | | | | |
H774 | There is an hour of hallowed peace | | | | | | | |
H775 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
H776 | Jerusalem, my happy home, name ever dear to me | | | | | | | |
H777 | High in yonder realms of light | | | | | | | |