# | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
a82 | God of the living in whose eyes | | | | | |  | |
a83 | None loves me, Father, with Thy love | | | | | |  | |
a84 | Thy way, not mine, O Lord | | | | | |  | |
a85 | I cannot think of them as dead | | | | | |  | |
a86 | O deem not that earth's crowning bliss | | | | | |  | |
a87 | When the Paschal evening fell | | | | | |  | |
a88 | When my Love to Christ grows weak | | | | | |  | |
a89 | Because I knew not when my life was good | | | | | |  | |
a90 | How beauteous were the marks divine | | | | | |  | |
a91 | To Thine eternal arms, O God | | | | | |  | |
a92 | Lord, who dost the voices bless | | | | | |  | |
a93 | When morning gilds the skies | | | | | |  | |
a94 | Souls of men! why will ye scatter | | | | | |  | |
a95 | Through the love of God, our Father | | | | | |  | |
a96 | 'What means this glory round our feet' | | | | | |  | |
a97 | My Father's house on high! | | | | | |  | |
a98 | This is the day of light | | | | | |  | |
a99 | One thought I have, my ample creed | ST. JOHN'S, WESTMINSTER | | | | |  | |
a100 | O Thou from whom all goodness flows | | | | | |  | |
a101 | Where is thy God, my soul? | | | | | |  | |
a102 | Breathe on me, Breath of God | | | | | |  | |
a103 | God sets a still small voice | | | | | |  | |
a104 | O grant us light, that we may know | | | | | |  | |
a105 | Father, high in glory | | | | | |  | |
a106 | The Lord is in His Holy place | | | | | |  | |
a107 | Abide with me! fast falls the eventide | | | | | |  | |
a108 | Lead, kindly Light, amid th' encircling gloom | | | | | |  | |
a109 | Our blest Redeemer, ere He breathed | | | | | |  | |
a110 | Jesus calls us, o'er the tumult | | | | | |  | |
a111a | Art thou weary, art thou languid | | | | | |  | |
a111b | Art thou weary, art thou languid | | | | | |  | |
a112 | I hear it often in the dark | | | | | |  | |
a113 | Jerusalem, my happy home | | | | | |  | |
a114 | O Thou who art of all that is | | | | | |  | |
a115 | I sing the mighty power of God | | | | | |  | |
a116 | Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty! | | | | | |  | |
a117 | The dead are like the stars by day | | | | | |  | |
a118 | It singeth low in every heart | | | | | |  | |
a119 | Jerusalem, the golden! | | | | | |  | |
a120 | Sometimes a light surprises | | | | | |  | |
a121 | For thee, O dear, dear country | | | | | |  | |
a122 | God who hath made the daisies | | | | | |  | |
a123 | Peace be to this congregation! | | | | | |  | |
a124 | The God that to the fathers | | | | | |  | |
a125 | Hark! what mean those holy voices | | | | | |  | |
a126 | Day of wonder, day of gladness | | | | | |  | |
a127 | Not now, my child, a little more rough tossing | | | | | |  | |
a128 | Hark, hark, my soul: angelic songs are swelling | | | | | |  | |
a129 | O little town of Bethlehem! | | | | | |  | |
a130 | Silent night, peaceful night | | | | | |  | |
a131 | Onward, Christian soldiers | | | | | |  | |
a132 | On our way rejoicing | | | | | |  | |
a133 | Sing to the Lord a joyful song | | | | | |  | |
a134 | What Thou wilt, O Father, give! | | | | | |  | |
a135a | Jews were wrought to cruel madness | | | | | |  | |
a135b | Jews were wrought to cruel madness | | | | | |  | |
a136a | Hand in hand with angels | | | | | |  | |
a136b | To Thee, O Lord, I yield my spirit | | | | | |  | |
a137 | Ye sons and daughters of the King | | | | | |  | |
a138 | Jesus Christ is risen today | | | | | |  | |
a139 | Though the strife be long, and the foe be strong | | | | | |  | |
a140 | Suffer little children to come unto me | | | | | |  | |
a141 | To Thee, O God in heaven | | | | | |  | |
a142 | Blessed, Blessed, Blessed are they that mourn | | | | | |  | |
a143a | Beloved, It is well, It is well, It is well | | | | | |  | |
a143b | Loved one, farewell! | | | | | |  | |
a144 | Immortal, invisible, God only wise | | | | | |  | |
a145 | Awake, my soul, and with the sun | | | | | |  | |
a146 | I lift mine eyes unto the hills | | | | | |  | |
a147 | We follow, Lord, where Thou dost lead | | | | | |  | |
a148 | Ere to the world again we go | | | | | |  | |
a149 | Again, as evening's shadow falls | | | | | |  | |
a150 | Round the Lord in glory seated | | | | | |  | |
a151 | Praise the Lord! ye heavens adore Him | | | | | |  | |
a152 | Call the Lord thy sure salvation | | | | | |  | |
a153 | Lord, what offering shall we bring | | | | | |  | |
a154 | Lord, in heaven, Thy dwelling place | | | | | |  | |
a155 | Now, on sea and land descending | | | | | |  | |
a156 | Lord of hosts, divinely fair | | | | | |  | |
a157 | They who seek the throne of grace | | | | | |  | |
a158 | Oh, worship the King, all glorious above! | | | | | |  | |
a159 | Tho' faint, yet pursuing, we go on our way | | | | | |  | |
a160 | As the sun's enlivening eye | | | | | |  | |
a161 | Now the shades of night are gone | | | | | |  | |
a162 | Father, at Thy footstool see | | | | | |  | |
a163 | Life of Ages, richly poured | | | | | |  | |
a164 | My God, my strength, my hope | | | | | |  | |
a165 | Soldiers of God, arise | | | | | |  | |
a166 | My soul be on thy guard | | | | | |  | |
a167 | Ye servants of the Lord | | | | | |  | |
a168 | Softly now the light of day | | | | | |  | |
a169 | Slowly, by God's hand unfurled | | | | | |  | |
a170 | Soul! celestial in thy birth | | | | | |  | |
a171 | Oh, how safe, how happy he | | | | | |  | |
a172 | Day by day the manna fell | | | | | |  | |
a173 | Earth's busy sounds and ceaseless din | | | | | |  | |
a174 | Not only for some task sublime | | | | | |  | |
a175 | As darker, darker, fall around | | | | | |  | |
a176 | Oh, where are the kings and empires now | | | | | |  | |
a177 | O God, our help in ages past | | | | | |  | |