# | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
801 | Lord, from thy blessed throne | | | |  | |  | |
802 | Hush the loud cannon's roar | | | |  | |  | |
803 | All men are equal in their birth | | | |  | |  | |
804 | Nature hath seasons of repose | | | |  | |  | |
805 | Pour, blessed Gospel, glorious news for man! | | | |  | |  | |
806 | Oh, fairest-born of Love and Light! | | | |  | |  | |
807 | Oh, all ye nations, praise the Lord, Each with diff'rent tongue | | | |  | |  | |
808 | Men of God, go take your stations | | | |  | | | |
809 | Jesus, thy blood and righteousness | | | |  | |  | |
810 | O Lord, thy love's unbounded! | | | |  | |  | |
811 | When this passing world is done | | | |  | |  | |
812 | O thou, who hast redeemed of old | | | |  | |  | |
813 | Glory be to God on high | | | |  | |  | |
814 | God's holy law, transgressed | | | |  | |  | |
815 | My Savior, how shall I proclaim | | | |  | |  | |
816 | Fair shines the morning star | | | |  | |  | |
817 | Beyond the starry skies, Far as the eternal hills | | | |  | |  | |
818 | Broad is the road that leads to death | | | |  | |  | |
819 | Hasten, sinner! to be wise | | | |  | |  | |
820 | Sinner, turn, why will ye die? | | | |  | |  | |
821 | Awake, awake, each sluggish soul! | | | |  | |  | |
822 | Sinners! will you scorn the message | | | |  | |  | |
823 | Hearts of stone, relent, relent! | | | |  | |  | |
824 | Return, O wanderer, to thy home | | | |  | |  | |
825 | Return, O wanderer, now return | | | |  | |  | |
826 | Brother hast thou wandered far | | | |  | |  | |
827 | Weary sinner, keep thine eyes | | | |  | |  | |
828 | The swift-declining day | | | |  | |  | |
829 | Life is the time to serve the Lord | | | |  | |  | |
830 | Come, trembling sinner, in whose breast | | | |  | |  | |
831 | Ye wretched, starving poor! | | | |  | |  | |
832 | The Spirit, in our hearts | | | |  | |  | |
833 | Delay not, delay not, O sinner, draw near | | | |  | |  | |
834 | Come, weary souls! with sins distressed | | | |  | |  | |
835 | Come, sinner, to the gospel feast; Oh, come without delay | | | |  | |  | |
836 | Christ bids us knock and enter in | | | |  | |  | |
837 | Come, said Jesus' sacred voice | | | |  | |  | |
838 | Pilgrim, burdened with thy sin, Come the way to Zion's gate | | | |  | |  | |
839 | With tearful eyes I look around | | | |  | |  | |
840 | Come to the ark, come to the ark | | | |  | |  | |
841 | Deep are the wounds which sin has made | | | |  | |  | |
842 | Now the Savior standeth pleading | | | |  | |  | |
843 | Make room for Jesus! room, sad heart | | | |  | |  | |
844 | Whom have we, Lord, in heav'n, but thee | | | |  | |  | |
845 | Come, ye sinners, poor and needy, Weak and wounded, sick and sore | | | |  | |  | |
846 | Come to Calvary's holy mountain | | | |  | |  | |
847 | Come hither, all ye weary souls | | | |  | |  | |
848 | Behold! a Stranger's at the door! | | | |  | |  | |
849 | Let every mortal ear attend | | | |  | |  | |
850 | Come, ye disconsolate! where'er ye languish | | | |  | |  | |
851 | Retire, vain world, awhile retire | | | |  | |  | |
852 | Jesus is our loving Savior | | | |  | |  | |
853 | From year to year in love we meet | | | |  | |  | |
854 | Who shall sing, if not the children? | | | |  | |  | |
855 | Around the throne of God in heaven Thousands of children stand | | | |  | |  | |
856 | I think, when I read that sweet story of old | | | |  | |  | |
857 | Hosanna, be the children's song | | | |  | |  | |
858 | Now unite our hearts and voices In a song of joy and praise | | | |  | |  | |
859 | The Saviour kindly calls | | | |  | |  | |
860 | We bring no glittering treasures, No gems from earth's deep mine | | | |  | |  | |
861 | If, while the Jewish ages | | | |  | |  | |
862 | We are coming, blessed Savior, We hear thy gentle voice | | | |  | |  | |
863 | Lord, it belongs not to my care | | | |  | |  | |
864 | Tarry with me, O my Savior | | | |  | |  | |
865 | Abide with me! Fast falls the eventide | | | |  | |  | |
866 | While foes are strong, and danger near | | | |  | |  | |
867 | Thou must go forth alone, my soul! | | | |  | |  | |
868 | Thy life I read, my gracious Lord | | | |  | |  | |
869 | Oh, what is life?--'tis like a flower | | | |  | |  | |
870 | The morning flowers display their sweets | | | |  | |  | |
871 | Beneath our feet and o'er our head | | | |  | |  | |
872 | Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb! | | | |  | |  | |
873 | Why do we mourn departing friends? | | | |  | |  | |
874 | Blest hour, when righteous souls shall meet | | | |  | |  | |
875 | There is a calm for those who weep | | | |  | |  | |
876 | Another hand is beckoning us | | | |  | |  | |
877 | One sweetly solemn thought | | | |  | |  | |
878 | Sister, thou wast mild and lovely | | | |  | |  | |
879 | What is life? 'tis but a vapor | | | |  | |  | |
880 | Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound! | | | |  | |  | |
881 | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | |  | |  | |
882 | Weep not for the saint that ascends | | | |  | |  | |
883 | Man dieth and wasteth away | | | |  | |  | |
884 | And must this body die? | | | |  | |  | |
885 | Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell | | | |  | |  | |
886 | Earth, with its dark and dreadful ills | | | |  | |  | |
887 | Rejoice for a brother deceased | | | |  | |  | |
888 | How blest the righteous when he dies | | | |  | |  | |
889 | Friend after friend departs | | | |  | |  | |
890 | Far from affliction, toil, and care | | | |  | |  | |
891 | Rest from thy labor, rest | | | |  | |  | |
892 | Happy soul, thy days are ended | | | |  | |  | |
893 | How sweet the hour of closing day | | | |  | |  | |
894 | Farewell, dear friend! a long farewell! | | | |  | |  | |
895 | Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep | | | |  | |  | |
896 | Servant of God, well done! Thy glorious warfare's past | | | |  | |  | |
897 | Why should we start, and fear to die? | | | |  | |  | |
898 | An early summons Jesus sends | | | |  | |  | |
899 | O spirit, freed from earth | | | |  | |  | |
900 | Thou art gone to the grave! but we will not deplore thee | | | |  | |  | |