# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
301 | O for the death of those | | | | | | | |
302 | And must this body die | OLMUTZ | | | | | | |
303 | It is not death to die | | | | | | | |
304 | The pity of the Lord | | | | | | | |
305 | Give to the winds thy [your] fears | | | | | | | |
306 | When overwhelmed with grief | | | | | | | |
307 | Cease, ye [you] mourners, cease to languish | | | | | | | |
308 | Tarry with me, O my Savior | | | | | | | |
309 | Hark, the sound of holy voices | | | | | | | |
310 | Gently, Lord, O gently lead us | | | | | | | |
311 | Everything we love and cherish | | | | | | | |
312 | Sister, thou wast [wert] mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
313 | Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
314 | How blest the righteous when he dies | | | | | | | |
315 | Through every age, eternal God | | | | | | | |
316 | Why should we start and fear to die | | | | | | | |
317 | Remember, Lord, our mortal state | | | | | | | |
318 | How vain is all beneath the skies [sky] | | | | | | | |
319 | The things of the earth in the earth let us lay | | | | | | | |
320 | I am weary of straying! O fain would I rest | | | | | | | |
321 | Mid [midst] scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
322 | I would not live alway [always], I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
323 | Swell the anthem, raise the song | | | | | | | |
324 | Let us with a joyful mind | | | | | | | |
325 | Praise to God, immortal praise | | | | | | | |
326 | Praise, O praise our God and King | | | | | | | |
327 | Summer ended, harvest o'er | | | | | | | |
328 | Let Zion praise the mighty God | | | | | | | |
329 | Salvation doth to God belong | | | | | | | |
330 | Eternal source of every joy | | | | | | | |
331 | When in the [our] hour of utmost [deepest] need | | | | | | | |
332 | On thee, O Lord our God, we call | | | | | | | |
333 | The God of harvest praise | | | | | | | |
334 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
335 | God bless our native land, Firm may she | | | | | | | |
336 | Father! oh, hear me now | | | | | | | |
337 | Now I have found a friend | | | | | | | |
338 | O thou best gift of heaven Thou who Thyself hast given | NEW HAVEN | | | | | | |
339 | Behold a stranger at the door | | | | | | | |
340 | Come weary soul [souls] with sin [sins] distressed | | | | | | | |
341 | While life prolongs its precious light | | | | | | | |
342 | God calling yet, shall I not hear | | | | | | | |
343 | Come hither, all ye [you] weary souls | | | | | | | |
344 | Jesus demands this heart of mine | | | | | | | |
345 | Have mercy on me, O my God | | | | | | | |
346 | Sinner [sinners] turn, why will ye [you] die | | | | | | | |
347 | Come, saith [said] [says] Jesus' sacred voice | | | | | | | |
348 | Haste [Hasten], [O] sinner [sinners] [now] to be wise | | | | | | | |
349 | Jesus, save my dying soul | | | | | | | |
350 | Depth of mercy, can there be, Mercy still reserved for me? | | | | | | | |
351 | O, these eyes, how dark and blind! | | | | | | | |
352 | Let every mortal ear attend | | | | | | | |
353 | Come, humble sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
354 | Return, O wanderer, return [Return, return, now wanderer] | | | | | | | |
355 | Sinner [sinners], the voice of God regard | | | | | | | |
356 | Prostrate dear Jesus at thy feet | | | | | | | |
357 | Lord, like the publican I stand | | | | | | | |
358 | O where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
359 | The Spirit in our hearts is whispering sinner come | | | | | | | |
360 | How heavy is the night | | | | | | | |
361 | O cease, my wandering soul | | | | | | | |
362 | Thou Lord of all above | | | | | | | |
363 | Jesus, I come to thee, A sinner doomed to die | | | | | | | |
364 | Just as I am, without one plea | | | | | | | |
365 | With broken heart and contrite sigh | | | | | | | |
366 | O thou who hearest when sinners cry | | | | | | | |
367 | Show pity Lord, O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
368 | A broken heart, my God, my King | | | | | | | |
369 | O turn, great Ruler of the skies | | | | | | | |
370 | I heard the voice of Jesus say, come unto me and rest | | | | | | | |
371 | Welcome, O Savior, to my heart | | | | | | | |
372 | O Thou from whom all goodness flows | | | | | | | |
373 | Approach, my soul, the mercy seat | | | | | | | |
374 | O, for a [an] heart to praise [love] my God | | | | | | | |
375 | Out of the deeps of long distress | | | | | | | |
376 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
377 | Savior of our ruined race | | | | | | | |
378 | Blessed Savior, thee I love | | | | | | | |
379 | Go to dark [sad] Gethsemane | | | | | | | |
380 | Safely through another week | | | | | | | |
381 | O, for a faith that will not shrink | | | | | | | |
382 | Faith is the brightest evidence | | | | | | | |
383 | Faith adds new charms to earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
384 | Sovereign of all the worlds on high | | | | | | | |
385 | My God, my Father, blissful [blessed] [cheering] name | | | | | | | |
386 | Lord Jesus, are we [we are] one with thee | | | | | | | |
387 | By faith in Christ I walk with God | | | | | | | |
388 | As when the [a] weary traveler gains | | | | | | | |
389 | No more, my God, I boast no more, Of all the duties I have done | | | | | | | |
390 | 'Tis by the faith of joys to come | | | | | | | |
391 | Who shall the Lord's elect condemn | | | | | | | |
392 | Jesus, thy blood and righteousness | | | | | | | |
393 | Behold what wondrous grace | | | | | | | |
394 | Grace, 'tis a charming [cheering] [joyful] [pleasing] sound | | | | | | | |
395 | Your harps, ye [you] trembling [mourning] [tearful], saints | | | | | | | |
396 | Jesus, I live to thee | | | | | | | |
397 | Dear Savior we are thine, By everlasting | | | | | | | |
398 | Our heavenly Father calls, And Christ invites | | | | | | | |
399 | Joyful be the hours today | | | | | | | |
400 | To thy pastures fair and large | | | | | | | |