271 | Laudes Dominipage 272 | 273 |
Text: | From every stormy wind that blows |
Text: | What a friend we have in Jesus |
Text: | Down at the cross where the Saviour died |
Text: | How tedious and tasteless the hours |
Text: | The Lion of Judah |
Text: | 'Tis the blessed hour of prayer, when our hearts lowly bend |