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396 | Hark, my soul, it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
397 | Come, let us anew our journey pursue | | | | | | | |
398 | O when shall I [we] see Jesus and dwell [reign] with Him above | | | | | | | |
399 | Afflicted saint [saints] [soul] [souls], to Christ [God] draw near | | | | | | | |
400 | Come, ye [you] that [who] know the Lord indeed | | | | | | | |
401 | Ye souls who are bound unto Canaan | | | | | | | |
402 | Fair shines the morning star | | | | | | | |
403 | Ye virgin [waiting] souls, arise | | | | | | | |
404 | Jesus, exalted far on high | | | | | | | |
405 | My hope, my all, my Savior, Thou to thee | | | | | | | |
406 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
407 | My soul, repeat His praise Whose mercies are so | | | | | | | |
408 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
409 | Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, That saved | | | | | | | |
410 | My God, the spring of all my joys | | | | | | | |
411 | Gently, Lord, O gently lead us | | | | | | | |
412 | Thou soft [sweet] flowing [gliding] Kedron [Cedron], by thy silver [limpid] stream | | | | | | | |
413 | From every stormy wind [sense] that blows | | | | | | | |
414 | Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark | | | | | | | |
415 | How much the drooping hearts revive | | | | | | | |
416 | Rejoice, for Christ the Savior reigns | | | | | | | |
417 | O Zion, tune thy voice And raise thy hands on high | | | | | | | |
418 | Now living waters flow to cheer | | | | | | | |
419 | Yes, we trust the day is breaking | | | | | | | |
420 | Hark! hark! the notes of joy | | | | | | | |
421 | I cannot bear thine absence, Lord | | | | | | | |
422 | Talk with us, Lord, thyself reveal | | | | | | | |
423 | I send the joys of earth away | | | | | | | |
424 | Whilst thee I seek, protecting power | | | | | | | |
425 | When Christ, with all his graces crowned | | | | | | | |
426 | Our heavenly Father calls, And Christ invites | | | | | | | |
427 | Emptied of earth, I fain would be | | | | | | | |
428 | Far from my [our] thoughts, vain world, be gone | | | | | | | |
429 | When I can say, My God is mine | | | | | | | |
430 | My God, my life, my love, to thee, to thee I call | | | | | | | |
431 | Jesus, thy face I long to see | | | | | | | |
432 | Often I seek my Lord by night | | | | | | | |
433 | When, O my Savior, shall this heart | | | | | | | |
434 | O love divine, how sweet [good] thou art | | | | | | | |
435 | Love divine, all loves [love] excelling | | | | | | | |
436 | From all that's mortal, all that's vain | | | | | | | |
437 | Thou Shepherd of Isr'l, and mine [divine] | | | | | | | |
438 | How tedious and tasteless [restless and tiresome] the hours | | | | | | | |
439 | Behold what witnesses unseen | | | | | | | |
440 | Awake my soul, stretch every nerve | | | | | | | |
441 | O could I find from day to day | | | | | | | |
442 | Raise thee my soul fly up and run | | | | | | | |
443 | Rise, O my [our] soul [souls], pursue the path[way] | | | | | | | |
444 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
445 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
446 | How happy [happy's] every child of grace, who [that] feels [knows] his sins forgiven | | | | | | | |
447 | Far from the [these] narrow [gloomy] scenes of night [life] | | | | | | | |
448 | Millions of spirits round the throne | | | | | | | |
449 | What sinners value, I resign | | | | | | | |
450 | O what a mighty change shall Christian | | | | | | | |
451 | Up to the field [fields] where angels lie [sing] | | | | | | | |
452 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
453 | O God of love, with cheering ray | | | | | | | |
454 | And let this feeble body fail | | | | | | | |
455 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
456 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
457 | Hail, sweetest, dearest, tie that binds | | | | | | | |
458 | High in yonder realms of light | | | | | | | |
459 | There is a thought, can lift the soul | | | | | | | |
460 | O where can the soul find relief | | | | | | | |
461 | I would not live alway [always], I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
462 | Great Redeemer, Friend of sinners | | | | | | | |
463 | Jerusalem, my happy home, name ever dear to me | | | | | | | |
464 | Jerusalem, my happy home, O how I long for thee | | | | | | | |
465 | Earth has engrossed my love too long | | | | | | | |
466 | Unvail [Unveil] thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
467 | Why do we [ye] [you] mourn departing [departed] [for dying] friends | | | | | | | |
468 | O for the death of those | | | | | | | |
469 | My soul, come, meditate the day, And think | | | | | | | |
470 | Heaven has confirmed the great [dread] decree | | | | | | | |
471 | Hark, from the tomb [tombs] a doleful [warning] [mournful] sound | | | | | | | |
472 | Swift as my fleeting days decline | | | | | | | |
473 | How swiftly the torrent rolls | | | | | | | |
474 | Lord, when we see a saint of thine | | | | | | | |
475 | Lord, what a feeble piece | | | | | | | |
476 | Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims | | | | | | | |
477 | Shrinking from the cold hand of death | | | | | | | |
478 | O where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
479 | Lord, at thy temple we appear, As happy Simon came | | | | | | | |
480 | When I tread the mortal vale | | | | | | | |
481 | When bending o'er the brink of life [death] | | | | | | | |
482 | Peace, 'tis the Lord Jehovah's hand | | | | | | | |
483 | Great God, I own thy sentence just | | | | | | | |
484 | How blest the righteous when he dies | | | | | | | |
485 | Why should we start and fear to die | | | | | | | |
486 | Far from affliction, toil and care | | | | | | | |
487 | Death may resolve my body now, and bear | | | | | | | |
488 | Must friends and kindred droop and die | | | | | | | |
489 | When blooming youth is [are] snatched [called] away | | | | | | | |
490 | Thy life I read, my dearest [blessed] [gracious)],Lord | | | | | | | |
491 | Rejoice for a brother deceased | | | | | | | |
492 | Hosanna to Jesus on high, Another has entered his rest | | | | | | | |
493 | Thou art gone to the grave but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
494 | Disconsolate tenant of clay | | | | | | | |
495 | How solemn the signal I hear | | | | | | | |