438 | The Jubilee Harppage 439 | 440 |
Text: | In every trouble, sharp and strong |
Text: | When morning's first and hallowed ray |
Text: | Deluded souls, that dream of heaven |
Text: | Didst thou, kind Saviour, suffer shame |
Text: | O Lord, another day is flown |
Text: | There's not a star whose twinkling light |