# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
5 | And wilt thou now forsake me, Lord? | | | | | | | |
6 | O! speak of Jesus! other names | | | | | | | |
7 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
8 | Pensive, doubting, fearful heart | | | | | | | |
10 | Thou art my hiding-place, O Lord! | | | | | | | |
11 | Oh! let our heart and mind | | | | | | | |
12 | Must Jesus bear the cross alone | | | | | | | |
13 | We love Thee, Lord, because when we | | | | | | | |
14 | Children of God, who, pacing slow | | | | | | | |
16a | Blest Comforter divine | | | | | | | |
16b | Afflicted saint, to Christ draw near | | | | | | | |
17 | My times are in thy hands | | | | | | | |
18 | Thy way, O God! is in the sea | | | | | | | |
19 | Jesus! lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
21 | "Abide with me," thou gracious Guide | | | | | | | |
22 | Nearer, my God, to thee | | | | | | | |
23 | O thou, whose mercy guides my way | | | | | | | |
24 | Your harps, ye trembling saints | | | | | | | |
26 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
27 | Wish not, dear friends, my pain away | | | | | | | |
30 | Why should a living man complain | | | | | | | |
31 | There is no pain that I can bear | | | | | | | |
32 | Jesus, in sickness and in pain | | | | | | | |
33 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
34 | Come, let us join our friends above | | | | | | | |
35 | Though hard the winds are blowing | | | | | | | |
36 | When languor and disease invade | | | | | | | |
38 | My Jesus, as thou wilt! | | | | | | | |
39 | Thou Lamb of God, thou Prince of Peace | | | | | | | |
40 | Why should I murmur or repine | | | | | | | |
41 | From the cross uplifted high | | | | | | | |
42 | I sojourn in a vale of tears | | | | | | | |
43 | 'Tis my happiness below | | | | | | | |
44 | Lord, I believe thy every word | | | | | | | |
45 | Now let our souls on wings sublime | | | | | | | |
48 | Thousands, O Lord of hosts! this day | | | | | | | |
49 | Thou art the way: to thee alone | | | | | | | |
50 | We journey through a vale of tears | | | | | | | |
51 | God of my life! through all its days | | | | | | | |
52 | Almighty father of mankind | | | | | | | |
53 | Thy will be done, I will not fear | | | | | | | |
54 | Often, my God! when most I need | | | | | | | |
56 | Oh! for a faith that will not shrink | | | | | | | |
57 | Lord, it belongs not to my care | | | | | | | |
58 | When this passing world is done | | | | | | | |
59 | Rock of ages! cleft for me! | | | | | | | |
60 | Tossed on the billows far and wide | | | | | | | |
62 | Jesus, full of all compassion | | | | | | | |
63 | My God, the cov'nant of thy love | | | | | | | |
64 | O sacred head! now wounded | | | | | | | |
67 | Saviour! I can welcome sickness | | | | | | | |
68 | "Forever with the Lord!" | | | | | | | |
70 | O Lord! how happy is the time | | | | | | | |
72 | Thou who didst stoop below | | | | | | | |
73 | When I can trust my all with God | | | | | | | |
74 | Christ, of all my hopes the ground | | | | | | | |
75 | Faith almost changes into sight | | | | | | | |
76 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
77 | With tearful eyes I look around | | | | | | | |
78 | O thou God who hearest prayer | | | | | | | |
79 | Are the days of darkness many? | | | | | | | |
80 | If God is mine, then present things | | | | | | | |
81 | O Saviour! whose mercy, severe in its kindness | | | | | | | |
82 | Where shall the weary rest? | | | | | | | |
84a | Why should we start, and fear to die? | | | | | | | |
84b | God of my life! to thee I call | | | | | | | |
85 | Thy will be done! in devious way | | | | | | | |
86 | Happy soul, thy days are ended | | | | | | | |
87 | Thou only centre of my rest | | | | | | | |
88 | Deathless principle, arise! | | | | | | | |
90 | My God, the spring of all my joys | | | | | | | |
91 | Oh! for an overcoming faith | | | | | | | |
92 | There is a fountain filled with blood | | | | | | | |
93 | O thou! to whose all-searching sight | | | | | | | |
97 | With years oppressed, with sorrows torn | | | | | | | |
98 | Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep! | | | | | | | |
99 | For us, the conflict and the toil | | | | | | | |
101 | "We've no abiding city here" | | | | | | | |
102 | I'm but a stranger here | | | | | | | |
103 | God, my supporter and my hope | | | | | | | |
104 | Rest for the toiling hand | | | | | | | |
105 | Awake, and sing the song | | | | | | | |
106 | Hope of our hearts, O Lord! appear | | | | | | | |
107 | Fountain of grace, rich, full, and free | | | | | | | |
108 | Let me be with thee where thou art | | | | | | | |
109 | Every moment brings me nearer | | | | | | | |
110 | When sins and fears prevailing rise | | | | | | | |
111 | Brief life is here our portion | | | | | | | |
112 | O Lord! my best desire fulfill | | | | | | | |
113 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
116 | Through sorrow's night and danger's path | | | | | | | |
117 | The billows swell; the winds are high | | | | | | | |
118 | And let this feeble body fail | | | | | | | |
120 | Who are these in bright array? | | | | | | | |
121 | Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat | | | | | | | |
122 | Jesus I know hath died for me | | | | | | | |
123 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
124 | Tarry with me, O my Saviour! | | | | | | | |
125 | Arise, and come to Jesus! | | | | | | | |