# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
94a | How pleas'd and bless'd was I | | | | | | | |
94b | Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear | | | | | | | |
95a | God is our refuge in distress | | | | | | | |
95b | Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound | | | | | | | |
96 | I beheld and lo a great multitude which no man could number | | | | | | | |
99 | Come, ye sinners, poor and needy | | | | | | | |
100a | Praise ye the Lord with hymns of joy | | | | | | | |
100b | Why should we mourn departing friends | | | | | | | |
101a | My never ceasing songs shall show | | | | | | | |
101b | This spacious earth is all the Lord's | | | | | | | |
102 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
103 | Behold the Judge descends, his guards are nigh | | | | | | | |
104a | I send the joys of earth away | | | | | | | |
104b | The hill of Zion yields | | | | | | | |
105a | Thee, we adore, eternal Name | | | | | | | |
105b | Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound | | | | | | | |
106 | Hail the day that sees him rise | MIDDLETOWN | | | | | | |
107 | Thy wrath lies heavy on my soul | | | | | | | |
108 | Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I | | | | | | | |
109a | How vain are all things here below! | | | | | | | |
109b | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
110 | Before Jehovah's awful throne | | | | | | | |
112 | Come, children, learn to fear the Lord | | | | | | | |
113a | How doth thy word my heart engage | | | | | | | |
113b | How happy are we, our election to see | | | | | | | |
114a | And must this body die | MARYLAND | | | | | | |
114b | Return, o God of love, return | | | | | | | |
115 | How pleasant 'tis to see | | | | | | | |
116 | Ye that delight to serve the Lord | | | | | | | |
117 | The Lord descended from above | | | | | | | |
118a | Blest morning, whose young dawning rays | | | | | | | |
118b | When God reveal'd his gracious name | | | | | | | |
119 | What sorrowful sounds do I hear | | | | | | | |
120a | Life like a vain amusement flies | | | | | | | |
120b | Rejoice, the Lord is King | | | | | | | |
121 | Sing to the Lord that built the skies | | | | | | | |
122a | His hand will smooth my rugged way | | | | | | | |
122b | O may the church below | | | | | | | |
123a | Preserve me Lord in time of need | | | | | | | |
123b | Jesus. lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
124 | Then let my soul march boldly on | | | | | | | |
125 | Behold the glories of the Lamb | | | | | | | |
126 | Thou sweet gliding Kedron, by thy silver stream | | | | | | | |
127a | Sweet is the work, my God, my King | | | | | | | |
127b | Ah, lovely appearance of death! | | | | | | | |
128 | Let the shrill trumpet's warlike voice | | | | | | | |
129 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
130 | The morning sun shines from the east | | | | | | | |
131 | Hark! the glad sound, the Saviour comes | | | | | | | |
132a | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
132b | Why do we mourn departing friends | | | | | | | |
133a | Joy to the world, the Lord is come | | | | | | | |
133b | O what amazing joys they feel | | | | | | | |
134 | All glory be to God on high | | | | | | | |
135a | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
135b | I'll bless the Lord from day to day | | | | | | | |
136 | Behold the Saviour of mankind | | | | | | | |
137a | Lord of the worlds above | | | | | | | |
137b | Thy ceaseless, unexhausted love | | | | | | | |
138 | Ho! ev'ry one that thirsts draw nigh | | | | | | | |
139a | Pris'ners of hope lift up your heads | | | | | | | |
139b | O glor'rous hope of perfect love | | | | | | | |
140 | Lord how secure and blest are they | | | | | | | |
141 | Ye ransom'd sinners, hear | | | | | | | |
142 | Blow ye the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |