# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
L1 | A mighty fortress is our God | | | | | | | |
L2 | A poor wayfaring man of grief | | | | | | | |
L3 | Abide with me; fast falls the eventide | | | | | | | |
L4 | Another day of heavenly rest | | | | | | | |
L5 | As, down in the sunless retreats of the ocean | | | | | | | |
L6 | At the cross, her station keeping | | | | | | | |
L7 | Behold the Saviour of mankind | | | | | | | |
L8 | Bound upon the accursed tree | | | | | | | |
L9 | Brightest and best of the sons of the morning | | | | | | | |
L10 | Brief life is here our portion | | | | | | | |
L11 | Burst, ye emerald gates, and bring | | | | | | | |
L12 | Calm on the bosom of thy God | | | | | | | |
L13 | Chafed and worn with worldly care | | | | | | | |
L14 | Cheek grow pale, but heart be vigorous! | | | | | | | |
L15 | Come Holy Ghost, our souls inspire | | | | | | | |
L16 | Come, let us join our friends above | | | | | | | |
L17 | Come, let us pray; 'tis sweet to feel | | | | | | | |
L18 | Comfort, ye ministers of grace | | | | | | | |
L19 | Day of wrath! that day of burning | | | | | | | |
L20 | Days of my youth, ye have glided away | | | | | | | |
L21 | Dear Friend, whose presence in the house | | | | | | | |
L22 | Earth has nothing sweet or fair | | | | | | | |
L23 | Father, I know that all my life | | | | | | | |
L24 | Father of all! in every age | | | | | | | |
L25 | Fear not, O little flock, the foe | | | | | | | |
L26 | Friend after friend departs | | | | | | | |
L27 | Forever with the Lord! | | | | | | | |
L28 | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
L29 | Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews | | | | | | | |
L30 | Happy the man that finds the grace | | | | | | | |
L31 | Heaven is not reached by a single bound | | | | | | | |
L32 | Hither, ye faithful, adoring triumphant | | | | | | | |
L33 | Holy Spirit, come, we pray | | | | | | | |
L34 | How are Thy servants blest, O Lord! | | | | | | | |
L35 | How blest the righteous when he dies! | | | | | | | |
L36 | How beauteous are their feet | | | | | | | |
L37 | How shalt thou bear the cross that now | | | | | | | |
L38 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
L39 | I mourn no more my vanished years | | | | | | | |
L40 | If life's pleasures cheer thee | | | | | | | |
L41 | In evil long I took delight | | | | | | | |
L42 | In the cross of Christ I glory | | | | | | | |
L43 | In the hour of my distress | | | | | | | |
L44 | In the silent midnight watches | | | | | | | |
L45 | It is not death to die | | | | | | | |
L46 | Jesus, my Redeemer, lives | | | | | | | |
L47 | Judge not; the workings of his brain | | | | | | | |
L48 | Lord, with what care hast thou begirt us round! | | | | | | | |
L49 | Mercy, O thou Son of David! | | | | | | | |
L50 | Morning breaks upon the tomb | | | | | | | |
L51 | Night prays with rosary of stars | | | | | | | |
L52 | O God, O Kinsman loved, but not enough! | | | | | | | |
L53 | O Sacred Head, now wounded | | | | | | | |
L54 | O the hour when this material | | | | | | | |
L55 | O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight | | | | | | | |
L56 | O thou who driest the mourner's tear | | | | | | | |
L57 | O yet we trust that somehow good | | | | | | | |
L58 | Of all the thoughts of God that are | | | | | | | |
L59 | One sweetly solemn thought | | | | | | | |
L60 | Praise ye the Lord! 'tis good to raise | | | | | | | |
L61 | Prayer is the soul's sincere desire | | | | | | | |
L62 | Return, O wanderer, return | | | | | | | |
L63 | Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky | | | | | | | |
L64 | Salvation! O the joyful sound! | | | | | | | |
L65 | Sister Sorrow! sit beside me | | | | | | | |
L66 | Sometimes a light surprises | | | | | | | |
L67 | Sow in the morn thy seed | | | | | | | |
L68 | Stand up, and bless the Lord | | | | | | | |
L69 | Sweet day! so cool, so calm, so bright | | | | | | | |
L70 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
L71 | The chariot! the chariot! its wheels roll in fire | | | | | | | |
L72 | The day is ended, Ere I sink to sleep | | | | | | | |
L73 | The God of Abraham praise | | | | | | | |
L74 | The Lord descended from above | | | | | | | |
L75 | The Lord my pasture shall prepare | | | | | | | |
L76 | The Lord our God is clothed with might | | | | | | | |
L77 | The man that looks on glass | | | | | | | |
L78 | The pangs of death are near | | | | | | | |
L79 | The perfect world by Adam trod | | | | | | | |
L80 | The royal banners forward go | | | | | | | |
L81 | The spacious firmament on high | | | | | | | |
L82 | There is no flock, however watched and tended | | | | | | | |
L83 | Therefore, O friend, I would not, if I might | | | | | | | |
L84 | Thy cruel crown of thorns! | | | | | | | |
L85 | 'Tis first the true, and then the beautiful | | | | | | | |
L86 | To think for aye; to breathe immortal breath | | | | | | | |
L87 | Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
L88 | Vital spark of heavenly flame! | | | | | | | |
L89 | Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart | | | | | | | |
L90 | We know, by faith we know | | | | | | | |
L91 | We sat down and wept by the waters | | | | | | | |
L92 | When I consider how my light is spent | | | | | | | |
L93 | When Jordan hush'd his waters still | | | | | | | |
L94 | When languor and disease invade | | | | | | | |
L95 | When, marshaled on the nightly plain | | | | | | | |
L96 | When this passing world is done | | | | | | | |
L97 | When through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming | | | | | | | |
L98 | Whilst the careless world is sleeping | | | | | | | |
L99 | Without haste! without rest! | | | | | | | |
L100 | Without Thy presence earth gives no reflection | | | | | | | |