# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
1 | A pilgrim, who in foreign land | | | | | | | |
2 | O Jesus, dearest Jesus | | | | | | | |
3 | I am Thy pilgrim, O my fathers' God | | | | | | | |
4 | O Thou, who on the crosses-tree | | | | | | | |
5 | Surrounded by sin's dismal night | | | | | | | |
6 | As long as I wander o'er life's stormy lea | | | | | | | |
7 | For every pilgrim of our God | | | | | | | |
8 | Weary not, weary not | | | | | | | |
9 | Return to me, my Children, O return! | | | | | | | |
10 | Could I forget Thee, Holy Love | | | | | | | |
11 | Fear not your sins' great number | | | | | | | |
12 | Know'st thou the man | | | | | | | |
13 | Ever nearer, ever nearer | | | | | | | |
14 | O Holy Spirit, Truth Divine | | | | | | | |
15 | Why would you weep, my loved ones | | | | | | | |
16 | "Tomorrow," he said | | | | | | | |
17 | Hark! what mean those angel voices? | | | | | | | |
18 | When shall it be, my God, my Hope, my Love | | | | | | | |
19 | Come unto me, ye weary | | | | | | | |
20 | They are not dead, but sleeping | | | | | | | |
21 | O, could I love Thee more, Thou Love Divine | | | | | | | |
22 | O, rest thee, rest thee, anxious heart | | | | | | | |
23 | While the year is dying fast | | | | | | | |
24 | O tell me not of earthly things | | | | | | | |
25 | The day is done, the last bright glow | | | | | | | |
26 | O wond'rous star, herald of golden morn | | | | | | | |
27 | My soul is a-weary | | | | | | | |
28 | Christ is risen! Christ is risen! | | | | | | | |
29 | O, thou of little faith, what dost thou fear? | | | | | | | |
30 | Whence cometh man, what is his purpose here | | | | | | | |
31 | Jerusalem, my blessed home | | | | | | | |
32 | The night lay brooding over earth and sea | | | | | | | |
33 | Why gaze ye up to heaven | | | | | | | |
34 | Must not the seed under the sod be plowed | | | | | | | |
35 | O hold me not, for I am homeward bound | | | | | | | |