# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
133 | While toil and warfare urge us on our way | | | | | | | |
135 | Let me count my treasures | | | | | | | |
136 | Lord, Thou hast given me a cell | | | | | | | |
138 | As strangers,--glad for this good inn | | | | | | | |
140 | Are we not Nobles? We who trace | | | | | | | |
142 | When all Thy mercies, O my God | | | | | | | |
143 | My soul repeat His praise | | | | | | | |
144 | Come, ye thankful people, come | | | | | | | |
146 | Before Jehovah's awful throne | | | | | | | |
147 | Lord, many times I am a-weary quite | | | | | | | |
148 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
149 | This did not once so trouble me | | | | | | | |
150 | The world is wise, for the world is old | | | | | | | |
152 | Saviour! though my rebellious will | | | | | | | |
153 | And is there nothing to be done | | | | | | | |
155 | As body when the soul has fled | | | | | | | |
156 | The time for toil is past, and night has come | | | | | | | |
158 | I cannot find Thee! Still on restless pinion | | | | | | | |
159 | Give to the winds thy fears | | | | | | | |
160 | The Lord is King! Lift up thy voice | | | | | | | |
162 | Sometimes a light surprises | | | | | | | |
163 | Thou all-sufficient One | | | | | | | |
165 | The Lord descended from above | | | | | | | |
166 | Hark! the glad sound! the Saviour comes! | | | | | | | |
167 | Jesus! the very thought is sweet | | | | | | | |
168 | I look to Thee in every need | | | | | | | |
169 | Cling to the Mighty One | | | | | | | |
170 | Jesus! lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
172 | I was a wandering sheep | | | | | | | |
174 | Thou art the Way; and he who sighs | | | | | | | |
175 | Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove | | | | | | | |
176 | Come, mighty Spirit, penetrate | | | | | | | |
177 | Come, Holy spirit! from the height | | | | | | | |
178 | They talked of Jesus as they went | | | | | | | |
180 | Dear Friend, whose presence in the house | | | | | | | |
181 | O loved! but not enough, though dearer far | | | | | | | |
182 | A little bird I am | | | | | | | |
183 | Strong are all the walls around me | | | | | | | |
184 | Love constitutes my crime | | | | | | | |
186 | Love! if thy destined sacrifice am I | | | | | | | |
187 | There is a light in yonder skies | | | | | | | |
188 | Here, sweetly forgetting and wholly forgot | | | | | | | |
189 | My heart is easy and my burden light | | | | | | | |
190 | I place an offering at Thy shrine | | | | | | | |
191 | Yes! I will always love; and, as I ought | | | | | | | |
192 | Long plunged in sorrow, I resign | | | | | | | |
195 | How happy are the new-born race | | | | | | | |
197 | Almighty Former of this wondrous plan | | | | | | | |
198 | God's ways are not as our ways, His thoughts are not as ours | | | | | | | |
200 | Nearer, my God, to Thee | | | | | | | |
201 | Though some good things of lower worth | | | | | | | |
203 | My heart is resting, O my God | | | | | | | |
205 | O this is blessing, this is rest! | | | | | | | |
206 | Go not far from me, O my Strength | | | | | | | |
210 | Had I a thousand hearts, I'd raise | | | | | | | |
211 | Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews | | | | | | | |
212 | My God! thy boundless love I praise | | | | | | | |
213 | The Lord my pasture shall prepare | | | | | | | |
214 | Sow with a generous hand | | | | | | | |
215 | O to have dwelt in Bethlehem | | | | | | | |
218 | A poor wayfaring Man of grief | | | | | | | |
221 | Calm me, my God, and keep me calm | | | | | | | |
222 | He who himself and God would know | | | | | | | |
223 | Hath not thy heart within thee burned | | | | | | | |
224 | O for a heart of calm repose | | | | | | | |
225 | Open, Lord, my inward ear | | | | | | | |
226 | Let deepest silence all around | | | | | | | |
227 | Thou hidden Source of calm repose | | | | | | | |
228 | The child leans on its parent's breast | | | | | | | |
229 | Quiet, Lord, my froward heart | | | | | | | |
230 | O happy soul that lives on high | | | | | | | |
231 | Not from the work appointed us to do | | | | | | | |
233 | O Lord! how happy is the time | | | | | | | |
235 | I know not if or dark or bright | | | | | | | |
236 | My God, in Thee all fulness lies | | | | | | | |
237 | The world can neither give nor take | | | | | | | |
238 | My God protects; my fears begone! | | | | | | | |
239 | When God upheaved the pillared earth | | | | | | | |
240 | As, down in the sunless retreats of the ocean | | | | | | | |
241a | Peace, troubled soul! thou need'st not fear | | | | | | | |
241b | Why shouldst thou study in the month of June | | | | | | | |
245 | Only waiting till the shadows | | | | | | | |
246 | Father! into Thy loving hands | | | | | | | |
248 | How meanly dwells the immortal mind! | | | | | | | |
250 | I am old and blind! | | | | | | | |
252 | With years oppressed, with sorrows worn | | | | | | | |
254 | These hairs of age are messengers | | | | | | | |
255 | Would you be young again? | | | | | | | |
256 | Come unto me, when shadows darkly gather | | | | | | | |
257 | Awake, ye saints, and raise your eyes | | | | | | | |
258 | Your harps, ye trembling saints | | | | | | | |
261 | Skies are dark and winds are moaning | | | | | | | |
262 | When gathering clouds around I view | | | | | | | |
264 | Lord, the lights are gleaming from the distant shore | | | | | | | |
265 | When in the vale of lengthened years | | | | | | | |
266 | These years of life,--what do they seem? | | | | | | | |
267 | God of my childhood and my youth | | | | | | | |
268 | When life's tempestuous storms are o'er | | | | | | | |
269 | The hour of my departure's come | | | | | | | |
270 | How blest is he whose tranquil mind | | | | | | | |