# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
701 | Earth to earth, and dust to dust | | | | | | | |
702 | Day of judgment, day of wonders | | | | | | | |
703 | I set the Lord before my face | | | | | | | |
704 | Life is a span--a fleeting hour | | | | | | | |
705 | How long shall death, the tyrant, reign | | | | | | | |
706 | When God is nigh, my faith is strong | | | | | | | |
707 | Great God, I own the sentence just | | | | | | | |
708 | Lord! I am thine; but thou will prove | | | | | | | |
709 | Waked by the trumpet's sound | | | | | | | |
710 | When downward to the darksome tomb | | | | | | | |
711 | Behold the western evening light! | | | | | | | |
712 | My faith shall triumph o'er the grave | | | | | | | |
713 | Blest be the everlasting God | | | | | | | |
714 | When the last trumpet's awful voice | | | | | | | |
715 | Why do the proud insult the poor | | | | | | | |
716 | Why should our mourning thoughts delight | | | | | | | |
717 | Lo, he cometh! countless trumpets | | | | | | | |
718 | And will the Judge descend | | | | | | | |
719 | The Church has waited long | | | | | | | |
720 | The day of wrath, that dreadful day | | | | | | | |
721 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
722 | See th' eternal Judge descending | | | | | | | |
723 | O God, my inmost soul convert | | | | | | | |
724 | Lo! he comes with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
725 | When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come | | | | | | | |
726 | The Lord will come: the earth shall quake | | | | | | | |
727 | Behold, the day is come | | | | | | | |
728 | He reigns! the Lord, the Saviour reigns! | | | | | | | |
729 | Ye sons of Adam, vain and young | | | | | | | |
730 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
731 | There is a land mine eye hath seen | | | | | | | |
732 | There is an hour of hallowed peace | | | | | | | |
733 | There is a house not made with hands | | | | | | | |
734 | I'm but a stranger here | | | | | | | |
735 | Beautiful Zion, built above | | | | | | | |
736 | Jerusalem, my happy home | | | | | | | |
737 | O paradise eternal, What bliss to enter thee | | | | | | | |
738 | Who are these in bright array | | | | | | | |
739 | "Forever, with the Lord!" | | | | | | | |
740 | My heavenly home is bright and fair | | | | | | | |
741 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
742 | Far from my heavenly home | | | | | | | |
743 | In the Christian's home in glory | | | | | | | |
744 | Give me the wings of faith to rise | | | | | | | |
745 | O sing to me of heaven | | | | | | | |
746 | There is a world of perfect bliss | | | | | | | |
747 | Jerusalem the golden! | | | | | | | |
748 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
749 | I would not live alway: I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
750 | Around the throne of God in heaven | | | | | | | |
751 | Oh, for the robes of whiteness! | | | | | | | |
752 | Beyond the smiling and the weeping | | | | | | | |
753 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
754 | How bright the glorious spirits shine! | | | | | | | |
755 | "We've no abiding city here" | | | | | | | |
756 | Awake, my soul, in joyful lays | | | | | | | |
757 | 'Tis not that I did choose thee | | | | | | | |
758 | 'Twas not to make Jehovah's love | | | | | | | |
759 | When I stand before the throne | | | | | | | |
760 | I was a wandering sheep | | | | | | | |
761 | O greatly bless'd the people are | | | | | | | |
762 | Behold, what wondrous grace | | | | | | | |
763 | I to the hills will lift mine eyes | | | | | | | |
764 | Amazing grace! how sweet the sound | | | | | | | |
765 | O, how divine, how sweet the joy | | | | | | | |
766 | Lord Jesus, are we one with thee? | | | | | | | |
767 | O blessing rich, for sons of men | | | | | | | |
768 | Jesus, grant me this I pray | | | | | | | |
769 | Jesus, immutably the same | | | | | | | |
770 | Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone | | | | | | | |
771 | Know, my soul, thy full salvation | | | | | | | |
772 | The sun is set, the twilight’s o’er | | | | | | | |
773 | How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
774 | Jesus, I love thy charming name | | | | | | | |
775 | Hark! my soul; it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
776 | O Love divine, how sweet thou art! | | | | | | | |
777 | Jesus, thy boundless love to me | | | | | | | |
778 | Do not I love thee, O my Lord? | | | | | | | |
779 | Jesus, my Lord, my God, my all | | | | | | | |
780 | There is no name so sweet on earth | | | | | | | |
781 | Jesus, thy name I love | | | | | | | |
782 | Blessed Saviour, thee I love | | | | | | | |
783 | Hail, my ever-blessed Jesus! | | | | | | | |
784 | The wondering world inquires to know | | | | | | | |
785 | There is a name I love to hear | | | | | | | |
786 | Ye souls for whom the Son did die | | | | | | | |
787 | In all my Lord's appointed ways | | | | | | | |
788 | I need thee, precious Jesus! | | | | | | | |
789 | There is life for a look at the Crucified One | | | | | | | |
790 | Nothing, either great or small | | | | | | | |
791 | People of the living God | | | | | | | |
792 | Faith is the Christian's prop | | | | | | | |
793 | Work, for the night is coming | | | | | | | |
794 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
795 | From distant corners of our land | | | | | | | |
796 | Father of life and light | | | | | | | |
797 | O Lord, another day is flown | | | | | | | |
798 | Saviour, let thy sanction rest | | | | | | | |
799 | God save our gracious Queen | | | | | | | |
800 | From all that dwell below the skies | | | | | | | |