# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
301 | He hides within the lily | | | | | | | |
302 | The Lord is in his holy place, in all things near and far | | | | | | | |
303 | A little house of life | | | | | | | |
304 | Where did yesterday's sunset go | | | | | | | |
305 | When the night is still and far | | | | | | | |
306 | Somewhere in the world there hide | | | | | | | |
307 | Sleep, my little Jesus | | | | | | | |
308 | O name, all other names above, What art thou not to me? Now I have learned to trust thy love | | | | | | | |
309 | Many things in life there are | | | | | | | |
310 | Not always on the mount may we Rapt in the heavenly vision be | | | | | | | |
311 | I cannot think of them as dead | | | | | | | |
312 | I little see, I little know | | | | | | | |
313 | Go not, my soul, in search of him | | | | | | | |
314 | O Thou, in all thy might so far | | | | | | | |
315 | O shadow in a sultry land! | | | | | | | |
316 | A view of preent life is all thou hast | | | | | | | |
317 | I found beside a meadow brooklet bright | | | | | | | |
318 | May nevermore a selfish wish of mine | | | | | | | |
319 | Seeing our lives by nature now are led | | | | | | | |
320 | Early they came, yet they were come too late | | | | | | | |
321 | A stealing glory, still, intent and sure | | | | | | | |
322 | Mighty man's will, and sweeps | | | | | | | |
323 | Sweet friends, I could not speak before I went | | | | | | | |
324 | Anoint my eyes that I may see | | | | | | | |
325 | O why are darkness and thick clouds | | | | | | | |
326 | How to labor and find it sweet | | | | | | | |
327 | Day is dying in the west | | | | | | | |
328 | Break thou the bread of life | | | | | | | |
329 | What if some morning, when the stars were paling | | | | | | | |
330 | There lies a little city in the hills | | | | | | | |
331 | Forenoon and afternoon and night | | | | | | | |
332 | What may we take into the vast forever | | | | | | | |
333 | The royal feast was done | | | | | | | |
334 | This I beheld, or dreamed it in a dream | | | | | | | |
335 | What song is well sung not of sorrow | | | | | | | |
336 | What song sang the twelve with the Saviour | | | | | | | |
337 | Into the woods my Master went | | | | | | | |
338 | Let no man say, he at his lady's feet | | | | | | | |
339 | In the heart of the hills of life | | | | | | | |
340 | Thou God, whose high, eternal love | | | | | | | |
341 | As the marsh hen secretly builds on the watery sand | | | | | | | |
342 | Sometime, when all life's lessons have been learned | | | | | | | |
343 | The river lifts its morning mist | | | | | | | |
344 | I questioned, why is evil on the earth | | | | | | | |
345 | Love came to me when I was young | | | | | | | |
346 | A sower went forth to sow | | | | | | | |
347 | There is nothing new under the sun | | | | | | | |
348 | Through love to light, O wonderful the way | | | | | | | |
349 | The mountain that the morn doth kiss | | | | | | | |
350 | Not alone in pain and gloom | | | | | | | |
351 | Each moment holy is, for out from God | | | | | | | |
352 | Beneath the deep and solemn midnight sky | | | | | | | |
353 | This is the earth he walked on | | | | | | | |
354 | If Jesus Christ is a man | | | | | | | |
355 | No heavenly maid we here behold | | | | | | | |
356 | Thy face is whitened with remembered woe | | | | | | | |
357 | Like a meteor, large and bright | | | | | | | |
358 | Who are thy playmates, boy | | | | | | | |
359 | Lo all thy glory gone | | | | | | | |
360 | Thou art to me as is the sea | | | | | | | |
361 | A ladder from the land of light | | | | | | | |
362 | Another lamb, O lamb of God, behold | | | | | | | |
363 | Save through the flesh thou wouldst not come to me | | | | | | | |
364 | Thou hast on earth a Trinity | | | | | | | |
365 | First the grain, and then the blade | | | | | | | |
366 | All that springeth from the sod | | | | | | | |
367 | Feeling the way, and all the way uphill | | | | | | | |
368 | My inmost soul, O Lord, to thee | | | | | | | |
369 | The Aloes grow upon the sand | | | | | | | |
370 | How infinite and sweet, thou everywhere | | | | | | | |
371 | God bless my little one | | | | | | | |
372 | At evening in the port she lay | | | | | | | |
373 | Who drives the horses of the sun | | | | | | | |
374 | Not in the time of pleasure | | | | | | | |
375 | No help in all the stranger land | | | | | | | |
376 | Her languid pulses thrill with sudden hope | | | | | | | |
377 | The passion of despair is quelled at last | | | | | | | |
378 | O World-God, give me wealth! the Egyptian cried | | | | | | | |
379 | Oh, egotism of agony! While we | | | | | | | |
380 | I lay me down to sleep with neither thought nor care | | | | | | | |
381 | In common prayer our hearts ascend | | | | | | | |
382 | Is it a dream, am I once more a child | | | | | | | |
383 | O hush thee little Dear-my-soul | | | | | | | |
384 | Last night, as my dear babe lay dead | | | | | | | |
385 | As I was going to Bethlehem town | | | | | | | |
386 | Dearest, how it is to say | | | | | | | |
387 | From out Cologue there came three kings | | | | | | | |
388 | A candle in the night | | | | | | | |
389 | If sin be in the heart | | | | | | | |
390 | If suddenly upon the street | | | | | | | |
391 | A hundred noble wishes fill my heart | | | | | | | |
392 | The old wine filled him | | | | | | | |
393 | From thy whole life take all the sweetest days | | | | | | | |
394 | O world, great world, now thou art all my own | | | | | | | |
395 | Who doubts has met defeat ere blows can fall | | | | | | | |
396 | Art is true art when art to God is true | | | | | | | |
397 | 'Tis said there is a fount in flower land | | | | | | | |
398 | Where are you going, my little children | | | | | | | |
399 | Had I been there, when Christ, our Lord, lay sleeping | | | | | | | |
400 | Dear Lord, kind Lord | | | | | | | |