# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
301 | Lord of the worlds above | | | | | | | |
302 | Welcome, delightful morn | | | | | | | |
303 | Frequent the day of God returns | | | | | | | |
304 | My soul, how lovely is the place | | | | | | | |
305 | How sweet the light of Sabbath eve | | | | | | | |
306 | Jesus, where'er thy people meet | | | | | | | |
307 | Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love | | | | | | | |
308 | Another six days' work is done | | | | | | | |
309 | Great God, attend, while Zion sings | | | | | | | |
310 | Sweet is the work, my God, my King | | | | | | | |
311 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
312 | Sweet is the work, O Lord | | | | | | | |
313 | Great God, we sing thy mighty hand | | | | | | | |
314 | Father, I bless thy gentle hand | | | | | | | |
315 | Come, let us anew | [Come, let us anew Our journey pursue] | | | | | | |
316 | To praise the ever-bounteous Lord | | | | | | | |
317 | When o'er the mighty deep we rode | | | | | | | |
318 | They that toil upon the deep | | | | | | | |
319 | Our little bark, on boisterous seas | | | | | | | |
320 | Thy works of glory, mighty Lord | | | | | | | |
321 | Our souls, by love together knit | | | | | | | |
322 | How are thy servants blest, O Lord | | | | | | | |
323 | Kindred in Christ, for his dear sake | | | | | | | |
324 | Come, Christian brethren, ere we part | | | | | | | |
325 | Blest be the tie that binds | | | | | | | |
326 | To God, in whom I trust | | | | | | | |
327 | O Thou, who driest the mourner's tear | | | | | | | |
328 | O Lord, my best desires fulfil | | | | | | | |
329 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
330 | Happy who in Jesus live | | | | | | | |
331 | I would not live alway: I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
332 | Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
333 | The hour of my departure's come | | | | | | | |
334 | God of my life, through all my days | | | | | | | |
335 | How blest the righteous when he dies! | | | | | | | |
336 | The grave is now a favored spot | | | | | | | |
337 | Why do we mourn departing friends | | | | | | | |
338 | In vain my fancy strives to paint | | | | | | | |
339 | When the spark of life is waning | | | | | | | |
340 | Life is a span, a fleeting hour | | | | | | | |
341 | When blooming youth is snatched away | | | | | | | |
342 | Cease, ye mourners, cease to languish | | | | | | | |
343 | Happy soul, thy days are ended | | | | | | | |
344 | Life is the time to serve the Lord | | | | | | | |
345 | Why should we start and fear to die? | | | | | | | |
346 | The God of love will sure indulge | | | | | | | |
347 | Now let the Lord my Saviour smile | | | | | | | |
348 | Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
349 | Go, spirit of the sainted dead | | | | | | | |
350 | While life prolongs its precious light | | | | | | | |
351 | In vain my roving thoughts would find | | | | | | | |
352 | I saw, beyond the tomb | | | | | | | |
353 | How will my soul endure | | | | | | | |
354 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
355 | Thee we adore, Eternal Name | | | | | | | |
356 | When Thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come | | | | | | | |
357 | Beyond the bounds of time and space | | | | | | | |
358 | Lo! he comes, with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
359 | See the eternal Judge descending | | | | | | | |
360 | O where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
361 | Lord, what a feeble piece | | | | | | | |
362 | Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims | | | | | | | |
363 | What is life? 'Tis but a vapor | | | | | | | |
364 | Descend from heaven, immortal Dove | | | | | | | |
365 | What sinners value, I resign | | | | | | | |
366 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
367 | Jerusalem! my happy home! | | | | | | | |
368 | To Jesus, the crown of my hope | | | | | | | |
369 | Weep not for the saint that ascends | | | | | | | |
370 | My home is in heaven, my rest is not here | | | | | | | |
371 | I'm weary of straying--O fain would I rest | | | | | | | |
372 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
373 | Come, Lord, and warm each languid heart | | | | | | | |
374 | Nor eye hath seen, nor ear hath heard | | | | | | | |
375 | Oh, could our thoughts and wishes fly | | | | | | | |
376 | Far from these narrow scenes of night | | | | | | | |
377 | Give me the wings of faith, to rise | | | | | | | |
378 | Earth has engrossed my love too long | | | | | | | |
379 | Ye angels, who stand round the throne | | | | | | | |
380 | Endless praises to our God | | | | | | | |