# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
444 | Fairest Lord Jesus, Ruler of all nature! | | | | | | | |
444b | Nothing fair on earth I see | | | | | | | |
446 | His courtiers of the caliph crave | | | | | | | |
448 | If Jesus came to earth again | | | | | | | |
449 | Christ in his heavenly garden walks all day | | | | | | | |
450 | Speak to me, O my Saviour, low and sweet | | | | | | | |
451 | Hark, my soul! it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
452 | Many a gift did Christ impart | | | | | | | |
454 | Were not the sinful Mary's tears | | | | | | | |
454b | She sat and wept beside his feet. The Weight | | | | | | | |
455 | She brought her box of alabaster | | | | | | | |
456 | We come not with a costly store | | | | | | | |
457 | Since first thy word awaked my heart | | | | | | | |
458 | Thou hidden love of God, whose height | | | | | | | |
459 | Come, O thou Traveller unknown | | | | | | | |
462 | Jesus, whose name the angel hosts | | | | | | | |
463 | Rest, weary Son of God! and I, with thee | | | | | | | |
465 | I was a wandering sheep | | | | | | | |
466 | Lord of earth! thy beauteous hand | | | | | | | |
467 | Jesus, these eyes have never seen | | | | | | | |
468 | Thee will I love, my strength and tower | | | | | | | |
470 | O Love, who formedst me to wear | | | | | | | |
471 | Jesus, thou Joy of loving hearts! | | | | | | | |
472 | Love Divine, all love excelling | | | | | | | |
473 | Thou Love Divine, encircling all | | | | | | | |
474 | I give my heart to thee | | | | | | | |
476 | Jesu, the very thought of thee | | | | | | | |
477 | 'Tis he! 'tis he! I know him now | | | | | | | |
477b | Jesus, I love thee,--not because | | | | | | | |
479 | All things that are on earth shall wholly pass away | | | | | | | |
483 | Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea | | | | | | | |
484 | Begin, my soul, the exalted lay | | | | | | | |
486 | To God, ye choir above, begin | | | | | | | |
488 | Awake, my soul! not only passive praise | | | | | | | |
489 | There is a book. who runs may read | | | | | | | |
491 | Since o'er thy footstool here below | | | | | | | |
492 | Thou art, O God, the life and light | | | | | | | |
493 | The spacious firmament on high | | | | | | | |
494 | When, marshalled on the nightly plain | | | | | | | |
495 | "Lord, thou art great!" I cry, when in the east | | | | | | | |
496 | When all thy mercies, O my God | | | | | | | |
498 | How should I praise thee, Lord! how should my rhymes | | | | | | | |
499 | King of glorie, King of peace | | | | | | | |
500 | Happy the man whose hopes rely | | | | | | | |
501 | King of comforts! King of life! | | | | | | | |
502 | Hail! kingly Jesus! to thy feet | | | | | | | |
503 | Fill thou my life, O Lord, my God | | | | | | | |
505 | Some murmur when their sky is clear | | | | | | | |
506 | Thou burning Love, thou holy Flame | | | | | | | |
508 | His Holy Spirit dwelleth | | | | | | | |
509 | O loving One! O bounteous One | | | | | | | |
510 | My God, I thank Thee who hast made | | | | | | | |
511 | Great waves of plenty rolling up | | | | | | | |
513 | Trembling before thine awful throne | | | | | | | |
514 | Oh could I speak the matcless worth | | | | | | | |
515 | When this passing world is done | | | | | | | |
517 | My soul doth magnify the Lord | | | | | | | |
521 | To weary hearts, to mourning homes | | | | | | | |
522 | I struck the board, and cried, No more | | | | | | | |
523 | In the hush of April weather | | | | | | | |
526 | By anguish which made pale the sun | | | | | | | |
527 | All are not taken! there are left behind | | | | | | | |
527b | When some belovèds, 'neath whose eyelids lay | | | | | | | |
528 | Two hands upon the breast | | | | | | | |
529 | Thou knowest, Lord, the weariness and sorrow | | | | | | | |
530 | I hoped that with the brave and strong | | | | | | | |
531 | I asked the Lord that I might grow | | | | | | | |
532 | O Lord, my best desire fulfil | | | | | | | |
533 | Thy way, not mine, O Lord | | | | | | | |
535 | A little bird I am | | | | | | | |
536 | Saviour! though my rebellious will | | | | | | | |
537 | In the still air the music lies unheard | | | | | | | |
538 | My God and Father, while I stray | | | | | | | |
539 | O faithful God! O pitying Heart | | | | | | | |
542 | We see not, know not; all our way | | | | | | | |
543 | I worship thee, sweet will of God! | | | | | | | |
545 | Therefore, O friend, I would not, if I might | | | | | | | |
546 | Go not far from me, O my Strength | | | | | | | |
549 | When I consider how my light is spent | | | | | | | |
550 | I am old and blind! | | | | | | | |
552 | Hark, hark, my soul! angelic songs are swelling | | | | | | | |
553 | Praise God, from whom all blessings flow | | | | | | | |
557 | Blest is the faith divine and strong | | | | | | | |
558 | Not seldom, clad in radiant vest | | | | | | | |
558b | Years cannot make their strength decay | | | | | | | |
559 | Whilst thee I seek, protecting Power | | | | | | | |
560 | Calm me, my God, and keep me calm | | | | | | | |
561 | Far from the world, O Lord, I flee | | | | | | | |
562 | In the mid silence of the voiceless night | | | | | | | |
563 | My God, is any hour so sweet | | | | | | | |
564 | Sweet was the hour, O Lord, to thee | | | | | | | |
566 | Where once Samaria's deep, cold well had given | | | | | | | |
566b | I heard the voice of Jesus say | | | | | | | |
567 | My soul, there is a country | | | | | | | |
568 | No, no, it is not dying | | | | | | | |
570 | No lambkin by its shepherd borne | | | | | | | |
570b | O eyes that are weary | | | | | | | |
572 | One Priest alone can pardon me | | | | | | | |
574 | It may be in the evening | | | | | | | |
577 | Lord, it belongs not to my care | | | | | | | |