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1 | Great truths are dearly bought. The common truth | | | | | | | |
3 | The stream was deeper than I thought | | | | | | | |
6 | Thou must be true thyself | | | | | | | |
7 | My God, it is not fretfulness | | | | | | | |
9 | Bits of gladness and of sorrow | | | | | | | |
16 | If my bark be strong | | | | | | | |
18 | Be still, my soul; Jehovah loveth thee | | | | | | | |
20 | Why stand I lingering without | | | | | | | |
22 | Not from Jerusalem alone | | | | | | | |
25 | Bathed in unfallen sunlight, | | | | | | | |
27 | No joy is true, save that which hath no end | | | | | | | |
30 | Ascend, Beloved, to the joy | | | | | | | |
33 | Descend, O sinner, to the woe! | | | | | | | |
37 | He who in Christ believeth | | | | | | | |
39 | Praises to Him who built the hills | | | | | | | |
41 | Jesus, the Christ of God | | | | | | | |
43 | No blood, no alter now | | | | | | | |
45 | Come, for thy day, thy wasted day is closing | | | | | | | |
47 | O this soul, how dark and blind | | | | | | | |
49 | O everlasting Light | | | | | | | |
52 | O Love of God, how strong and true! | | | | | | | |
55 | True bread of life, in pitying mercy given | | | | | | | |
57 | Jesus, Sun and Shield art thou | | | | | | | |
59 | Surely, if such a thing could be | | | | | | | |
62 | I know thou art not far | | | | | | | |
64 | Jesu, still the storm! | | | | | | | |
66 | Not what I am, O Lord, but what thou art! | | | | | | | |
68 | Jesus, thy love alone, alone thy love | | | | | | | |
71 | The tomb is empty; wouldst thou have it full? | | | | | | | |
74 | Death worketh | | | | | | | |
75 | Not so quickly, fretted spirit | | | | | | | |
79 | I came and saw, and hoped to conquer | | | | | | | |
81 | It is not time that flies | | | | | | | |
83 | On this bare ocean-islet | | | | | | | |
85 | My watch upon this sea-swept cliff is done! | | | | | | | |
88 | Hand and foot are weary | | | | | | | |
91 | He is coming; and the tidings | | | | | | | |
95 | The last long note has sounded | | | | | | | |
97 | Angel-voices sweetly singing | | | | | | | |
100 | Deep down beneath the unresting surge | | | | | | | |
104 | Here in thy royal presence, Lord, I stand | | | | | | | |
107 | Have faith in truth | | | | | | | |
110 | Life is the child's frail wreath | | | | | | | |
114 | Trip along, bright feet of May | | | | | | | |
116 | Earth's lamps are growing dim | | | | | | | |
118 | O strong to save and bless | | | | | | | |
120 | Dropping down the troubled river | | | | | | | |
122 | I go to life and not to death | | | | | | | |
124 | Fear not the foe, thou flock of God | | | | | | | |
126 | From this bleak hill of storms | | | | | | | |
129 | He liveth long who liveth well! | | | | | | | |
131 | Up, drowsy hopes and loves! | | | | | | | |
134 | To know the Christ of God | | | | | | | |
136 | For lack of love I languish | | | | | | | |
138 | Humanity hath sinned! | | | | | | | |
140 | Sometimes I catch sweet glimpses of his face | | | | | | | |
142 | Apostles of the risen Christ, go forth! | | | | | | | |
144 | To have, each day, the thing I wish | | | | | | | |
146 | Help, mighty God! | | | | | | | |
150 | O ever-earnest sun! | | | | | | | |
153 | Sorrow weeps! | | | | | | | |
155 | I hear the words of love | | | | | | | |
158 | Amid the shadows and the fears | | | | | | | |
161 | Shew me the tears, the tears of tender love | | | | | | | |
163 | Begin the day with God! | | | | | | | |
165 | Why walk in darkness? Has the dear light vanished | | | | | | | |
167 | 'Tis the Beloved from the glory calls! | | | | | | | |
169 | Beyond the hills where suns go down | | | | | | | |
171 | Speak, lips of mine! | | | | | | | |
173 | O Light of light, shine in! | | | | | | | |
175 | Not what these hands have done | | | | | | | |
178 | Gold filleth none! | | | | | | | |
179 | This is no heaven! | | | | | | | |
185 | Lord, thou art mine | | | | | | | |
187 | Smooth every wave this heart within | | | | | | | |
188 | Silent, like men in solemn haste | | | | | | | |
191 | Art thou a saint? And doth | | | | | | | |
194 | Jesu, Saviour, Son of God, | | | | | | | |
197 | Wrapt in a Christless shroud, | | | | | | | |
199 | Jesus, thou needest me | | | | | | | |
201 | Beckon us upward, ever-soaring clouds, | | | | | | | |
203 | Come, mighty Spirit, penetrate | | | | | | | |
205 | Christ has done the mighty work | | | | | | | |
207 | Source of all love and power | | | | | | | |
208 | Mighty Comforter, to thee | | | | | | | |
210 | O love that casts out fear | | | | | | | |
212 | 'Tis evening now! | | | | | | | |
214 | The Bridgegroom comes! | | | | | | | |
215 | Come and hear the grand old story | | | | | | | |
219 | Tears are not always fruitful; their hot drops | | | | | | | |
221 | Jerusalem! | | | | | | | |
223 | At last! | | | | | | | |
225 | I ask a perfect creed! | | | | | | | |
227 | Up now, my soul, 'tis day! | | | | | | | |
229 | All night we watched the ebbing life | | | | | | | |
232 | I'm returning, not departing | | | | | | | |
234 | In the still air the music lies unheard | | | | | | | |
235 | This day of war and weariness | | | | | | | |
238 | 'Twas Summer, and its youngest kiss | | | | | | | |
240 | Make use of me, my God! | | | | | | | |