# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
101 | God doth not leave His own | | | | | | | |
102a | Father of nations! what high thoughts endued | | | | | | | |
102b | Still young and fine! but what is still in view | | | | | | | |
103 | Good and great God! Can I not think of Thee | | | | | | | |
104 | Welcome, dear feast of Lent: who loves not thee | | | | | | | |
106 | O Worshipper, who at the break of morn | | | | | | | |
107 | Man is a busy thing, and he | | | | | | | |
108 | Now are the days of humblest prayer | | | | | | | |
109 | It is not heavy, agonizing woe | | | | | | | |
110 | How long and deep the shadows of our Lent | | | | | | | |
111 | "Get thee hence, Satan!" at His withering look | | | | | | | |
112 | When first thine eyes unveil, give thy soul leave | | | | | | | |
113a | Boast of thine honours, wealth, and power | | | | | | | |
113b | Not ashes on the head | | | | | | | |
115 | My God, to keep my heart | | | | | | | |
116 | There is a time to fast | | | | | | | |
117 | Have mercy on me, Lord! | | | | | | | |
118a | The pilot's skill how can we know | | | | | | | |
118b | How long, great God, how long must I | | | | | | | |
119 | What though we bear a heavy load | | | | | | | |
120 | The sunset falls on Isaac's tent | | | | | | | |
121 | Heare me, O God! | | | | | | | |
122 | Mercy, my Judge, mercy, I cry | | | | | | | |
123 | How shall I follow Him I serve? | | | | | | | |
125 | Into some wave, which heedless night-winds rock | | | | | | | |
126 | Though clouds be dark and tempests brood around | | | | | | | |
127 | As travellers, when the twilight's come | | | | | | | |
128 | Fear not, for He hath sworn | | | | | | | |
129 | Is this a fast, to keep | | | | | | | |
130 | There is a River, deep and broad | | | | | | | |
131a | As one who, toiling up some lofty peak | | | | | | | |
131b | My soul once had its plenteous years | | | | | | | |
132 | If hasty hand or bitter tongue | | | | | | | |
133 | Here must the Christian onward press | | | | | | | |
134 | Up to the hills I lift mine eyes | | | | | | | |
135 | Fling out the banner! let it float | | | | | | | |
136 | Jesus, still lead on | | | | | | | |
137 | I bore with thee long weary days and nights | | | | | | | |
138 | Thou, Lord of all, on earth hast dwelt | | | | | | | |
139 | Jesus, these eyes have never seen | | | | | | | |
140 | Jesus! my loving Lord, I know | | | | | | | |
141 | "Holy of Holies," awful name | | | | | | | |
142 | Christ, Who our weak flesh didst ear | | | | | | | |
143 | Sorrow weeps! | | | | | | | |
144 | See what unbounded zeal and love | | | | | | | |
145 | Who is this, with garments gory | | | | | | | |
146 | In the wound of Thy Right Hand | | | | | | | |
147 | Jesus, we rest in Thee | | | | | | | |
148 | O blessed Jesus! when I see Thee bending | | | | | | | |
149 | When scorn, and hate, and bitter envious pride | | | | | | | |
150 | Jesus! gentle Sufferer, say | | | | | | | |
151 | I saw two women weeping by the tomb | | | | | | | |
152 | Awake, glad soul! awake! awake! | | | | | | | |
153 | He is risen, He is risen | | | | | | | |
154 | Awake, thou wintry earth | | | | | | | |
155 | Why for the Lord dost thou thus weep and mourn | | | | | | | |
156 | To Him, Who for our sins was slain | | | | | | | |
157 | On the Cross we saw Him dying | | | | | | | |
158 | It happen'd on a solemn eventide | | | | | | | |
159 | Now theirs was converse such as it behoves | | | | | | | |
160 | When Royal Truth, released from mortal throes | | | | | | | |
161 | Why art Thou not, O Saviour, here | | | | | | | |
162 | Lord, with what courage and delight | | | | | | | |
163 | Spring is but another birth | | | | | | | |
164 | Light of the better morning | | | | | | | |
165 | My God, I thank Thee, Who hast made | | | | | | | |
166 | Not as a fallen stone | | | | | | | |
167 | When Israel, of the Lord beloved | | | | | | | |
169 | O Lord, our Lord, in all the earth | | | | | | | |
170 | Know well, my soul, God's hand controls | | | | | | | |
171 | God might have made the earth bring forth | | | | | | | |
172 | Source of my life! to Thee my grateful soul | | | | | | | |
173 | O heaven! Sweet Heaven! the home of the blest | | | | | | | |
174 | Nothing resting in its own completeness | | | | | | | |
175 | Through many a far and foreign land | | | | | | | |
176 | All flesh is grass, and all its glory fades | | | | | | | |
177 | Oh for the peace which floweth as a river | | | | | | | |
178 | Oh, weak are my best thoughts and poor | | | | | | | |
179 | The more we live, more brief appear | | | | | | | |
180 | Do not cheat thy Heart and tell her | | | | | | | |
181 | Look up; the rainy heavens withdraw | | | | | | | |
182 | He loved His own unto the end | | | | | | | |
184 | The world's a floor, whose swelling heaps retain | | | | | | | |
185 | Mercy and Truth my song would be | | | | | | | |
186 | O hallowed memories of the past | | | | | | | |
187 | "Tired!"—Well, what of that? | | | | | | | |
188 | All round the rolling world, both night and day | | | | | | | |
189 | When is Communion nearest? | | | | | | | |
190 | When prayer delights thee least, then learn to say | | | | | | | |
191 | Mother! with us the Lord doth bide | | | | | | | |
192 | Unanswered yet, the prayer your lips have pleaded | | | | | | | |
193 | Breezes of spring, all earth to life awaking | | | | | | | |
194 | O show me not my Saviour dying | | | | | | | |
195 | He is gone—we heard Him say | | | | | | | |
196 | King of kings, and wilt Thou deign | | | | | | | |
197 | Look, Master! See yon chariot all on fire | | | | | | | |
199 | Thou bidd'st us visit in distress | | | | | | | |
200 | The Lord is King! lift up thy voice | | | | | | | |
201 | His eye toward the promised land | | | | | | | |
202 | What a world with all its sorrows! | | | | | | | |