Hymns of the Ages: selections from Lyra Catholica, Germanica, Apostolica and Other Sources

#	Text	Tune
d101	O come and mourn with me awhile
d102	O Faith, thou workest miracles
d103	O for the happy days gone by
d104	O Friend of souls, how well is me
d105	O heart of fire, misjudged by wilful man
d106	O Holy Ghost thou fire divine
d107	O how I fear thee living God
d108	O how the thought [love] of God attracts
d109	O it is hard to work for God
d110	O Jesu, King most wonderful
d111	O Jesu, thou the beauty art
d112	O Lord, how happy should [would] we [I] be
d113	O that it were as it was wont to be
d114	O thou pure light of souls that love
d115	O thou the Father's image blest
d116	O thou true life of all that live
d117	O thou, whose wise, paternal love
d118	O turn those blessed points, all bathed
d119	O watchman, will the night of sin
d120	O weep for them who never knew
d121	Onward, Christian, though the region
d122	Our limbs with tranquil sleep refreshed
d123	Perfect in love, Lord can it be
d124	Preserve my Jesus, O preserve
d125	Prune thou thy words the thoughts control
d126	Pure light of light eternal day
d127	Pure meek with soul serene
d128	Return, O wanderer, return [Return, return, now wanderer]
d129	Rise, glorious Conqueror [leader], rise
d130	Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee
d131	She once was a lady of honor and wealth
d132	Shed kindly light amid the encircling gloom
d133	Since all the changing [coming] [downward] varying [various] scenes of time
d134	Sing we the peerless deeds
d135	Soil not thy plumage, gentle dove
d136	Soldiers of Christ, arise, and put [gird] your armor
d137	Star of the wide and pathless sea
d138	Still, still with thee, when purple morning breaketh
d139	Sweet Sabbath bells, I love your voice
d140	Tear not away the veil, dear friend
d141	The church is one wide harvest field
d142	The light of love is round his feet
d143	The Lord's eternal gifts
d144	The night is come, like to the day
d145	The pall of night o'ershades the earth
d146	The peace which God bestows
d147	The silver cord in twain is snapped
d148	The star that heralds in the morn
d149	There is not on the earth a soul so base
d150	They who seek the throne of grace
d151	Thou grace divine, encircling all
d152	Thou loving Maker of mankind
d153	Thy night is dark, behold the shade was deeper
d154	Thy word, O Lord, like gentle dews, falls soft
d155	To Christ, the Prince of Peace, The Son of God most high
d156	To heaven approached a Sufi saint
d157	To the hall of the [that] feast came the [that] sinful
d158	Two hands upon the breast
d159	Upon our fainting souls distil
d160	We need some Charmer, for our hearts are sore
d161	We watched, as she lingered all the day
d162	What is the church, and what am I
d163	What time the Savior spread his feast
d164	When heaven in mercy gives thy prayers return
d165	When I am weak, I'm strong
d166	When I look back upon my former race
d167	When I sink down in gloom or fear
d168	When thou dost talk with God, by prayer I mean
d169	When winds are raging o'er the upper ocean
d170	While thou, O my God, art my help and defender
d171	Why deck the high cathedral roof
d172	Why dost thou beat so quick, my heart
d173	Why haltest thus, deluded heart
d174	Why is thy face so lit with smiles
d175	Why should we grudge the hour
d176	Wish not, dear friends, my pain away
d177	Within this leaf, to every eye
d178	Ye mist and darkness, cloud and storm
d179	Yes, I do feel, my God, that I am thine