# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
01 | Not built with hands is that fair radiant chamber | | | | | | | |
3 | We are come unto Mount Zion | | | | | | | |
5 | O Holy and mighty and marvellous Word | | | | | | | |
7 | Lo! a Hand amidst the darkness | | | | | | | |
9 | Rest from longing and desire | | | | | | | |
11 | O glad the wilderness for me | | | | | | | |
12 | Now—borne upon the still, the boundless deep | | | | | | | |
14 | All hail! O glorious Son of God | | | | | | | |
16 | Many sorrows hard and bitter | | | | | | | |
17 | The mind saith to the soul | | | | | | | |
20 | Behold, My bride, how fair My mouth, Mine eyes | | | | | | | |
22 | When mine eyes are dim with weeping | | | | | | | |
25 | I rejoice that I cannot but love Him | | | | | | | |
26 | What dost thou bring me, O my Queen? | | | | | | | |
28 | O Jesus Lord, most fair, most passing sweet | | | | | | | |
30 | Thou hast shone within this soul of mine | | | | | | | |
32 | The mouth of the Lord hath spoken | | | | | | | |
33 | 'Twixt God and thee but love shall be | | | | | | | |
34a | It is a wondrous and a lofty road | | | | | | | |
34b | Thus speaks the Bride whose feet have trod | | | | | | | |
36 | Wilt thou, sinner, be converted? | | | | | | | |
37 | If the world were mine and all its store | | | | | | | |
38 | I bring unto Thy grace a seven-fold praise | | | | | | | |
40 | He laid him down upon the breast of God | | | | | | | |
41 | Lord Jesus, all my sin and guilt | | | | | | | |
42 | In the bosom of the Father | | | | | | | |
44 | Rich, our God, art Thou in mercy | | | | | | | |
47 | Wondrous joy, Thy joy, Lord Jesus | | | | | | | |
50 | One place have I in heaven above | | | | | | | |
52 | Tale of tenderness unfathomed | | | | | | | |
54 | Wilt Thou be the sinner’s servant | | | | | | | |
66 | Dew abundant from the depths divine | | | | | | | |
67 | Lamb, Thy white-robed people feeding | | | | | | | |
68 | Why dost Thou pass unheeded | | | | | | | |
70 | Dark lay the plain, a tangled wilderness | | | | | | | |
73 | Thou glorious Lord! mine eyes at last unsealed | | | | | | | |
76 | There is a Day of rest before thee | | | | | | | |
79 | Thou Breath from still eternity | | | | | | | |
80 | Thou sweet beloved Will of God | | | | | | | |
82 | I go from grief and sighing, the valley and the clod | | | | | | | |
84 | Jerusalem! thou glorious City-height | | | | | | | |
87 | Sinners Jesus will receive | | | | | | | |
89 | All fair within those Children of the light | | | | | | | |
92 | In faith we sing this song of thankfulness | | | | | | | |
96 | Is God for me? I fear not, though all against me rise | | | | | | | |
101 | It was as if upon His breast | | | | | | | |
102 | It thus befell me on a day | | | | | | | |
105 | Jesus, Lord, in Whom the Father | | | | | | | |
107 | The day is gone—my soul looks on | | | | | | | |
109 | My soul hath found the steadfast ground | | | | | | | |
111 | Wearily my spirit sinketh | | | | | | | |
113 | Oh what will be the day when won at last | | | | | | | |
117 | I know not the song of Thy praises | | | | | | | |
118 | O Lord, I have loved the fair beauty | | | | | | | |
119 | In Thy tabernacle, Lord, I offer | | | | | | | |
123 | Everywhere, everywhere | | | | | | | |
125 | Come forth in the fields and the gardens | | | | | | | |
127 | All within are love and gladness | | | | | | | |
128 | I woke, and the night was passing | | | | | | | |
130 | All the world lay still and silent in the morning grey | | | | | | | |
132 | In the early, early morning, beyond the islands green | | | | | | | |
134 | God made the sun to give me light | | | | | | | |
135 | If I had the eyes of Heaven | | | | | | | |
137 | Long ago, in springs of old | | | | | | | |
138 | All alone in the evening grey | | | | | | | |
144 | When flowers are red and gold and white | | | | | | | |
145 | The sky is dreary and rainy | | | | | | | |
146 | Who are like the lilies white | | | | | | | |
147 | Long ago, within a castle | | | | | | | |
150 | It is summer all over the meadows | | | | | | | |
152 | Up the chalky path we wander | | | | | | | |
154 | Oh what can I do for my Lord? | | | | | | | |
155 | Like a little wandering lamb | | | | | | | |
156 | O Lord Jesus, high in Heaven | | | | | | | |