| 5t Dear Friends, Farewell | Your love to me has been most free,
Your conversation sweet;
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| 8 Creation (First) | Shine to your Maker's praise.
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| 10 Zion's Dove | The token of your Saviour's love,
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| 11 Minister's Farewell | Your love to me has been most free,
Your conversation sweet;
And keep your garments white,
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| 15 My Consolation | Lift up your voice in grateful praise,
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| 17 Call to Arms | Shake off your sleep and slumber,
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| 18 Praise Our Redeemer | Come, rest your soul on His arm of redemption,
He will your Friend and true Counsellor be.
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| 21 Webster | Sing on your heav'nly way,
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| 27b Missionary Herald | And peace attend your way.
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| 29 The Midnight Cry | Should He at your door appear,
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| 31b Time | Let all your lamps be bright,
Gird up your loins as in His sight,
Watch: 'tis your Lord's command,
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| 39 A Precious Stone | Salvation from your God.
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| 40b Weeping Sinners | Christ, your advocate is made;
You to save your flesh assumes,
Brother to your soul becomes.
Weeping sinners, dry your tears,
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| 47 Panting for Heaven | When I shall unite in your song?
And I to your Saviour belong.
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| 52 Newburg | Shine to your Maker's praise.
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| 58t Liverpool | I wish your souls with Christ to live
Your joys on earth will soon be gone,
Your flesh in dust be laid.
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| 59t Mear | And bids your longing appetites
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| 59b Dove of Peace | And win her to your breast.”
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| 64 Youthful Blessings | Your youthful days will soon be gone,
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| 78t Repent | And let your vassals hear.
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| 89 Northfield | Of your descending King.”
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| 92 Promised Day | Religion should your thoughts engage
While in your youthful bloom;
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| 101 An Address for All | Though beauty grace your comely face, with roses white and red,
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| 117 Angel Band | O bear me away on your snowy wings,
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| 118 Campbell | Lift up your hearts to things above,
He now is fitting up your home;
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| 122 The Dying Boy | Your boy will soon be dead.
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| 124 Pilgrim's Triumph | And see your smiling God.
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| 129 Coronation | Go spread your trophies at His feet,
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| 145b Fiducia | Princes this clay must be your bed,
In spite of all your tow'rs;
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| 146t Solemn Warning | Your sparkling eyes in death must close,
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| 146b Bangor | Princes, this clay must be your bed,
In spite of all your tow'rs;
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| 147 Fairfield | Come, with your guilt and fear oppressed
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| 150 Salvation | Come, with your guilt and fear opprest,
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| 161t Wells | Before the Lord your sov'reign king,
With all your tongues His glory sing.
And make it your divine employ
To pay your thanks and honors there.
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| 163b Burroughs | An int'rest in your prayers I crave
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| 172 The Grand Highway | Don't let old Satan turn your face about,
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| 176 Heavenly Treasures | And He'll say this is your own.
This treasure here is your reward,
For your trust in the Lord;
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| 190 Salutation | While tears run down your face?
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| 191 Oh! Turn, Sinner | Now is the time to make your choice.
Make now your choice, and halt no more,
Your sports and all your glitt'ring toys,
Come, go with us, your souls are dear.
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| 195 Garden | Ye saints your songs of rapture raise.
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| 198 News From The Skies | Shepherds, rejoice! lift up your eyes,
And send your fears away;
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| 200 Parting Hand | Your friendship's like a drawing band,
Your comp'ny's sweet, your union dear,
Your words delightful to my ear;
How oft I've seen your flowing tears,
And heard you tell your hopes and fears,
Your hearts with love were seen to flame,
Ye mourning souls, lift up your eyes
An int'rest in your prayers I crave,
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| 201 Mission | The billows roll beneath your feet;
Your morning sun may set at noon,
Your sparkling eyes and blooming cheeks
Will soon your active limbs enclose.
The grave will soon become your bed,
In solemn darkness round your head.
Your friends will pass this lonesome place,
With which your graves are overgrown.
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| 205 The Watchman's Call | Your days on earth will soon be o'er
While for your soul the watchmen mourn?
Then you must hear your certain doom;
Your sparkling eyes will then roll round,
Will hold your lifeless frame complete.
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| 207b Meditation | Now is the time to make your choice;
Make now your choice and halt no more,
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| 209 The Lord's Supper | In mem'ry of your dying Friend;
The love of your departed Lord.”
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| 213 Be Committed | Make your lives for him more fitted,
Tune your hearts with one accord;
Of your time and talents give ye,
In your work, with Him find favor,
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| 216b Social Band | Compel you now to ground your arms?
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| 218t Cookham | Mourning souls, dry up your tears;
Banish all your guilty fears;
See your guilt and curse remove,
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| 222t Praise | Tune your voice to spread the fame
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| 223 Hallelujah! Praise The Lord | But my soul defies your Pow'r.
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| 230b Amboy | Mourning souls dry up your tears,
Banish all your guilty fears;
See your guilt and curse remove,
Hither then your music bring;
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| 232t Heavenly Armor | Then cast your care on Jesus,
And on your way pursue.
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| 235 Faithful Soldier | And on your way pursue.
Then cast your cares on Jesus,
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| 242 Come, Ye Disconsolate | Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish;
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| 244b The Christian's Conflicts | And be your guard and stay.
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| 245 Bozrah | Mighty to redeem your race,
Jesus is your Saviour's name.
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| 256t Pleading Savior | Once He died for your behavior,
Will you thrust him from your arms?
Once He died for your behavior,
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| 257 Jubilee | Come to Jesus in your prime;
Oh, receive it, now's your time;
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| 258 Thorny Desert | Does your strength begin to fail you,
And your vigor to decay?
Reign and triumph in your breast.
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| 262 Collins | To warn you of your danger,
Freely drink and quench your thirst,
For if you seek your life to save,
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| 265 Mourner's Lamentation | Cries Satan, “Desp'rate is your state,
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| 266 Chrystler's Field | Shake off your sleep and slumber;
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| 268 Come Ye to the Waters | Freely drink and quench your thirst
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| 270 Lena | Look how deep your sins have stung Him!
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| 271 The Mouldering Vine (First) | Learn with me your certain doom;
Learn with me your fate tomorrow,
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| 273 Sing His Praise | He said, cast all your care on Him,
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| 277 Sweet Affliction | But my soul defies your Pow'r.
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| 284 Don't Grieve Your Mother | Don't grieve your mother, don't grieve her so,
Far from your presence she will have flown.
Don't grieve your mother who loves you so,
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| 292 Grief of Love | He'll bear your heavy load.
He knows your ev'ry care,
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| 293 Lenox | Your liberty receive;
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| 294 Carmarthen | Rejoice your Lord is King;
Your Lord and King adore:
Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice,
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| 309 Singing School | Shall I find your singing school?
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| 310b Weary Sinner | Lo, I come, your Saviour, friend;
Safe your spirit to convey
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| 313 Bruce's Address | Lo, your Captain from the skies,
Hark to what your Captain saith:
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| 315 David's Victory | Now your festal rites prepare,
Let your triumphs fill the air,
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| 323 Holy Manna | Will you pray with all your power,
Brethren, join your cries to help them,
Sisters, let your pray'rs abound,
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| 326 Royal Proclamation | Who have wrought your own undoing;
O now turn to God your Saviour,
Brethren raise your voices higher,
To the Prince of your salvation,
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| 330 Fulfillment | Your blood shall be upon your head.
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| 334 Jordan's Stormy Wave | You'll have to fight your battles below;
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| 335 When I am Gone | Shed not a tear o'er your friend's early bier,
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| 338t How Firm a Foundation | Is laid for your faith in His excellent Word,
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| 340 Concord | Your glories recede from my sight,
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| 356 Morning Song | Away with your slumbers, the bright morning skies
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| 361 Solemn Thought | And in your pleasures boast, you must die.
Uncertain are your days here below,
Uncertain are your days,
To bring you to your graves here below.
Your carnal mirth pursue,
Your guilty souls undo, I entreat.
Unto the Saviour flee, for your life;
Your final destiny, 'scape for life.
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| 387 Stay, Sinner | Oh, let His love, your heart constrain,
Stay, sinner, stay; your life soon past
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| 393t West Point | Awake, ye saints and raise your eyes,
And raise your voices high;
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| 398t St. Thomas | The orders of your King,
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| 401b Euphrates | Your harps, ye trembling saints,
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| 403b Silver Street | And own your gracious God.
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| 406 Luther | Your harps, ye trembling saints,
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| 412b Colchester | And keep your festal day!”
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| 417t Heber | The Sov'reign of your hearts proclaim,
Behold your King, your Saviour crowned,
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| 430 Let Me Rise | Now let me rise and join your song,
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| 432t Loftin | Of your descending King.”
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| 435 Shenley | And keep your festal day.”
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| 438 The Mouldering Vine (Second) | Learn from me your certain doom;
Learn from me your fate tomorrow,
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| 439 Lydia | A rich delight your prospect pours,
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| 443 Christmas | Shepherds, rejoice! lift up your eyes,
And send your fears away:
With tears of joy in all your eyes,
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| 444 Broomsgrove | Make them the theme of your discourse,
And subject of your verse.
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| 449 Cosmer | Awake ye saints, to praise your King,
Your sweetest accents raise,
Your pious pleasure, while you sing,
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| 453b Wakefield | And cast your gloomy fears away.
O, come and spread your woes abroad:
To cleanse your guilt and heal your woes;
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| 468b Laurell | To spread your sacred pleasures round;
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| 474 Rothwell | In His own courts, your songs of joy;
To spread your sacred pleasures round;
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| 493b Day-Star | Drive your anxious cares away,
Christian, dry your flowing tears;
Chase your unbelieving fears;
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| 496b Resurrection | Your triumphant shouts of praise;
Lift, ye saints, lift up your eyes;
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| 497b Horton | Come and make My paths your choice;
I will guide you to your home;
Come, dear sinner, in your bloom,
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| 501 Owen | Your Redeemer's conflict see;
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| 511 Farewell | Give up, and your souls He will quickly receive.
And wash your pollution in Jesus' own blood.
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| 513 Lakeland | Wing your flight o'er all the earth;
Watching o'er your flocks by night,
Mercy calls you: break your chains.
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| 517 Rapture (Second) | Ye clouds, proclaim your Maker God;
To Him who shaped your finer mould,
Who tipped your glitt'ring wings with gold
And tuned your voice to praise.
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| 521 Darwell | To your Creator's praise:
Shine to your Maker's praise,
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| 534 Angels Singing | For your Prophet, Priest and King”
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| 538 Isles of the South | Wake, Isles of the South! your redemption is near,
Shall bear the rich freight to your desolate shore,
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| 544 Life's Troubles | If your life is a burden and the way seems all blue,
Just put your trust in your Maker, He loves you.
He will lead you to glory He will be your Friend too,
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