# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
701 | Hark, from the tomb [tombs] a doleful [warning] [mournful] sound | | | | | | | |
702 | Teach me the measure of my days | | | | | | | |
703 | Thee we adore, eternal name, And humbly | | | | | | | |
704 | That awful day will soon appear | | | | | | | |
705 | God of eternity, from thee | | | | | | | |
706 | The morning flowers display their sweets | | | | | | | |
707 | When death appears before my [our] sight | | | | | | | |
708 | Why should we start and fear to die | | | | | | | |
709 | And must this body die | | | | | | | |
710 | Must friends and kindred droop and die | | | | | | | |
711 | Though nature's voice you must obey | | | | | | | |
712 | While to the grave our friends are borne | | | | | | | |
713 | Thy life I read, my dearest [blessed] [gracious)],Lord | | | | | | | |
714 | Life is a span, a fleeting hour How soon the vapor flies | | | | | | | |
715 | When blooming youth is [are] snatched [called] away | | | | | | | |
716 | Spirit, leave thine [thy] [the] house of clay | | | | | | | |
717 | From this low bed of mortal dust | | | | | | | |
718 | Why do we [ye] [you] mourn departing [departed] [for dying] friends | | | | | | | |
719 | In vain my [the] fancy strives to paint The moment after death | | | | | | | |
720 | When life's tempestuous storms are o'er | | | | | | | |
721 | There is a house not made with [by] hands, Eternal | | | | | | | |
722 | Hark! from on high a solemn voice | | | | | | | |
723 | The grave is now a favored spot | | | | | | | |
724 | What scenes of horror and of dread [death] | | | | | | | |
725 | Death, 'tis a melancholy day To those that have no God | | | | | | | |
726 | My thoughts on awful subjects roll | | | | | | | |
727 | No, I'll repine at death no more | | | | | | | |
728 | What sinners value, I resign | | | | | | | |
729 | Through sorrow's night and danger's path [way] [road] | | | | | | | |
730 | How long shall death, the tyrant, reign | | | | | | | |
731 | Lo he comes with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
732 | Day of judgment, day of wonders | | | | | | | |
733 | How great, how terrible that God | | | | | | | |
734 | Methinks the last great day is come | | | | | | | |
735 | Lo he comes arrayed in vengeance | | | | | | | |
736 | Lo he comes the king of glory | | | | | | | |
737 | See, the eternal Judge descending | | | | | | | |
738 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
739 | Earth has engrossed my love too long | | | | | | | |
740 | O the delights, the heavenly joys | | | | | | | |
741 | When faith beholds the saints above | | | | | | | |
742 | Nor eye hath seen nor ear hath heard | | | | | | | |
743 | Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell [adieu] | | | | | | | |
744 | Not to the terrors of the Lord the tempest fire and smoke | | | | | | | |
745 | Come, Lord, and warm each languid heart, Inspire each lifeless tongue | | | | | | | |
746 | Exalted high at God's right hand | | | | | | | |
747 | From this world's joys, and senseless mirth | | | | | | | |
748 | High in yonder realms of light | | | | | | | |
749 | I'm bound for New Jerusalem | | | | | | | |
750 | Hell, 'tis a word of dreadful sound | | | | | | | |
751 | And will the Judge descend [ascend] | | | | | | | |
752 | Lord, dismiss us with Thy [your] blessing, Fill our | | | | | | | |
753 | Christians and brethren [Christians, brethren], ere we part | | | | | | | |
754 | The peace which God alone reveals | | | | | | | |
755 | This God is the God we adore | | | | | | | |
756 | Once more before we part | | | | | | | |
757 | May the grace of Christ [God] our [the] Savior | | | | | | | |
758 | Thanks for mercies past, receive pardon | | | | | | | |
759 | Thy presence, everlasting [ever living] God [Lord] | | | | | | | |
760 | To God the Father, God the Son | | | | | | | |
761 | Now let the Father, and the Son | | | | | | | |
762 | To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost | | | | | | | |
763 | To God the Father, God the Son | | | | | | | |
764 | All glory to th' Eternal Three | | | | | | | |
765 | Father, Son, and Holy Spirit | | | | | | | |
766 | Ye angels, round the throne | | | | | | | |