# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
901 | The last loud trumpet's wondrous sound | | | | | | | |
902 | I love the volume [volumes] of thy word | | | | | | | |
903 | Ye that delight to serve the Lord | | | | | | | |
904 | Think, mighty God, on feeble man | | | | | | | |
905 | O God, amid earth's sore distress | | | | | | | |
906 | We praise and magnify Thy name | | | | | | | |
907 | Let all the [on] earth their voices raise, to sing | | | | | | | |
908 | O Jesus, source of calm repose | | | | | | | |
909 | Hail, Jesus, hail, our great High Priest | | | | | | | |
910 | Ye angels, put the sickle in | | | | | | | |
911 | O God of my salvation, hear and help | | | | | | | |
912 | Come Holy Ghost, all quickening fire, [come and] my hallowed [consecreated] heart inspire | | | | | | | |
913 | God is our refuge in distress, A present help | | | | | | | |
914 | O God of good, the unfathomed sea | | | | | | | |
915 | Our friendship sanctify and guide | | | | | | | |
916 | Prostrate with eyes of faith I see | | | | | | | |
917 | With one consent we join to bless | | | | | | | |
918 | One thing have I desired of thee | | | | | | | |
919 | What, my soul, should bow thee down | | | | | | | |
920 | Welcome, from beneath the wave | | | | | | | |
921 | Come, my soul, and let us try, For a little season | | | | | | | |
922 | See, he comes, he won the day | | | | | | | |
923 | Boundless mercy from above | | | | | | | |
924 | O how beautiful their feet | | | | | | | |
925 | If in dust I'm doomed to sleep | | | | | | | |
926 | See on high the myriad stars | | | | | | | |
927 | Though my flesh and heart may fail | | | | | | | |
928 | Ah this heart is void and chill | | | | | | | |
929 | Suffering Savior, Lamb of God | | | | | | | |
930 | Jesus, Lamb of God, thou art | | | | | | | |
931 | Rest in peace, thy woes are past | | | | | | | |
932 | Saviour, bless us as we part | | | | | | | |
933 | Faint not, weary pilgrim, faint not by the way | | | | | | | |
934 | Forward, Christian soldiers, through a hostile land | | | | | | | |
935 | Where the mourner, weeping | | | | | | | |
936 | Cease my soul, thy strayings | | | | | | | |
937 | Bells of joy are ringing | | | | | | | |
938 | Lonely and dejected see the lost one pine | | | | | | | |
939 | Set thy windows open | | | | | | | |
940 | Ah what words of danger | | | | | | | |
941 | Why that look of sadness | | | | | | | |
942 | To the far off regions | | | | | | | |
943 | Welcome, happy morning, age to age shall say | | | | | | | |
944 | Now the day is over, Night is drawing nigh | | | | | | | |
945 | There is a King of glory Ere long on earth to rise | [There is a King of Glory] | | | | | | |
946 | There will be no sin nor pain | | | | | | | |
947 | There are angels ever near us | | | | | | | |
948 | Hear the sweet, consoling word | | | | | | | |
949 | O ye saints, whose eyes are heavy | | | | | | | |
950 | Will you flee to Christ for refuge | | | | | | | |
951 | I have heard of the angel throngs | | | | | | | |
952 | Beside yon pearly portals | | | | | | | |
953 | From Bethlehem's lowly manger | | | | | | | |
954 | Earthly pomp may lure thine eye | | | | | | | |
955 | Now the gracious Savior stands | | | | | | | |
956 | Who hath sorrow, who hath woe | | | | | | | |
957 | O, word of peace to souls opprest [oppressed] | | | | | | | |
958 | Just as God leads me I would go | | | | | | | |
959 | Ye soldiers of the risen Lord | | | | | | | |
960 | Beside the cross where Jesus hung | | | | | | | |
961 | The Lord, the Judge, before his throne | | | | | | | |
962 | Hark, listen to the trumpeters They sound for volunteers | | | | | | | |
963 | If thou shalt in thine heart believe | | | | | | | |
964 | Behold, one standeth at the door and calleth | | | | | | | |
965 | O all ye lands exalt his fame | | | | | | | |
966 | O that I knew the secret place | | | | | | | |
967 | My Father, see thy wandering one | | | | | | | |
968 | Buried beneath the yielding wave | | | | | | | |
969 | Thou art the Way, to thee alone | | | | | | | |
970 | O what a costly sacrifice | | | | | | | |
971 | Now Savior, bless us as we part | | | | | | | |
972 | Hallelujah, Christ has come | | | | | | | |
973 | Lift your voices, angels bright | | | | | | | |
974 | Savior, scorned, and crowned with thorn | | | | | | | |
975 | Long did she sorrow and anguish | | | | | | | |
976 | Tossed by the furious tempest | | | | | | | |
977 | Ho ye thirsty come and drink | | | | | | | |
978 | List ye mortals, hear the sound | | | | | | | |
979 | Lamb of God, whose bleeding [dying] love | | | | | | | |
980 | Jesus, let thy pitying eye | | | | | | | |
981 | Hearken to the solemn voice | | | | | | | |
982 | Vain, delusive world, adieu | | | | | | | |
983 | Savior, whom our hearts adore | | | | | | | |
984 | Savior, I Thy word believe, my unbelief remove | | | | | | | |
985 | Buried with our Savior | | | | | | | |
986 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
987 | To the hills I lift mine [my] eyes, [to] the everlasting hills | | | | | | | |
988 | Lord of earth, and air, and sea | | | | | | | |
989 | Angels high in glory | | | | | | | |
990 | Like the roll of thunder | | | | | | | |
991 | Author of salvation, hear my supplication | | | | | | | |
992 | Unto thee, our Savior | | | | | | | |
993 | Lord, most high and gracious | | | | | | | |
994 | Let Zion in her songs record | | | | | | | |
995 | Except the Lord conduct the plan | | | | | | | |
996 | How happy, gracious Lord, are we | | | | | | | |
997 | Thee, Jesus, thee, the sinner's Friend | | | | | | | |
998 | My days, my [and] weeks, my [and] months, my [and] years | | | | | | | |
999 | O Saviour, bless us as we go | | | | | | | |
1000 | Blow ye [you] the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |