# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
201 | How swift the torrent rolls | | | | | | | |
202 | The present moment flies | | | | | | | |
203 | My span of life will soon be done | | | | | | | |
204 | My days, my weeks, my months, my years | | | | | | | |
205 | Now, gracious Lord, thine arm reveal | | | | | | | |
206 | Awake, ye saints, and raise your eyes | | | | | | | |
207 | While with ceaseless course the sun | | | | | | | |
208 | Before thy footstool kneeling | | | | | | | |
209 | O thou, before whose gracious throne | | | | | | | |
210 | Tis hard, from those we love, to go | | | | | | | |
211 | Jesus! the vision of thy face | | | | | | | |
212 | Parting soul, the floods await thee | | | | | | | |
213 | Amid the anguish and the strife | | | | | | | |
214 | Why lament the Christian dying | | | | | | | |
215 | Haste, my spirit, haste away | | | | | | | |
216 | Vital spark of heav'nly flame | | | | | | | |
217 | Shrinking from the cold hand of death | | | | | | | |
218 | Why do we mourn for dying friends | | | | | | | |
219 | This place is holy ground | | | | | | | |
220 | Sweet is the scene where Christians die | | | | | | | |
221 | Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
222 | What's this that steals, that steals | | | | | | | |
223 | Tho' in the outward church below | | | | | | | |
224 | Day of judgment, day of wonders | | | | | | | |
225 | Behold, that great and awful day | | | | | | | |
226 | See th' eternal Judge descending | | | | | | | |
227 | Sinners, take the friendly warning | | | | | | | |
228 | Oh there will be mourning | | | | | | | |
229 | That warning voice, O sinner, hear | | | | | | | |
230 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
231 | The chariot! the chariot! its wheels roll in fire | | | | | | | |
232 | Farewell, dear friends, I must be gone | | | | | | | |
233 | Fare ye well, ye favourite few | | | | | | | |
234 | Now, brethren, to your homes repair | | | | | | | |
235 | Dismiss us with thy blessing, Lord | | | | | | | |
236 | Jesus, grant us all a blessing | | | | | | | |
237 | Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
238 | Amen! my Father hears my prayers | | | | | | | |
239 | With ten thousand saints attended | | | | | | | |
240 | What though the tempest rage | | | | | | | |
241 | Sinner! thou wilt not yield | | | | | | | |
242 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
243 | 'Tis first of all thyself to know | | | | | | | |
244 | And what am I? my soul awake | | | | | | | |
245 | Saw ye my Saviour! Saw ye my Saviour | | | | | | | |
246 | Oh, ye young, ye gay, ye proud | | | | | | | |
247 | Ah, what can I, a sinner, do | | | | | | | |
248 | What's this that rises in my soul | | | | | | | |
249 | Gather not my soul with sinners | | | | | | | |
250 | Strive, for the way is strait | | | | | | | |
251 | 'Tis sweet to rest in lively hope | | | | | | | |
252 | What are these in bright array | | | | | | | |
253 | Returning to his throne above | | | | | | | |
254 | I have called but ye refused | | | | | | | |
255 | The crowd, the poor unthinking crowd | | | | | | | |
256 | Alas! and did my Saviour bleed | | | | | | | |
257 | Come, let us join our friends above | | | | | | | |
258 | Visit, Lord, thy habitation | | | | | | | |
259 | Hail, thou once despised Jesus | | | | | | | |
260 | I saw one hanging on a tree | | | | | | | |
261 | Is this the kind return | | | | | | | |
262 | Hasten , O sinner, to be wise | | | | | | | |