# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
S2-98 | When in the hour of utmost need | | | | | | | |
S2-99 | O faithful God! O pitying Heart | | | | | | | |
S2-100 | Ah God, my days are dark indeed | | | | | | | |
S2-101 | Why art thou thus cast down, my heart? | | | | | | | |
S2-102 | All things hang on our possessing | | | | | | | |
S2-103 | My God, in Thee all fulness lies | | | | | | | |
S2-104 | Who puts his trust in God most just | | | | | | | |
S2-105 | What pleases God, O pious soul | | | | | | | |
S2-106 | Whate'er my God ordains is right | | | | | | | |
S2-107 | Wherefore should I grieve and pine? | | | | | | | |
S2-108 | Seems it in my anguish lone | | | | | | | |
S2-109 | I know my end must surely come | | | | | | | |
S2-110 | Who knows how near my end may be? | | | | | | | |
S2-111 | World, farewell! Of thee I'm tired | | | | | | | |
S2-112 | My cause is God's, and I am still | | | | | | | |
S2-113 | O Lord my God, I cry to Thee | | | | | | | |
S2-114 | Lord Jesus Christ, my Life, my Light | | | | | | | |
S2-115 | Lord God, now open wide Thy heaven | | | | | | | |
S2-116 | Lord, now let Thy servant | | | | | | | |
S2-117 | Then now at last the hour is come | | | | | | | |
S2-118 | Jerusalem, thou city fair and high | | | | | | | |
S2-119 | Now fain my joyous heart would sing | | | | | | | |
S2-120 | Wake, awake, for night is flying | | | | | | | |
S2-121 | When the Lord recalls the banish'd | | | | | | | |