# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | O come and mourn with me awhile | | | | | | | |
d102 | O Faith, thou workest miracles | | | | | | | |
d103 | O for the happy days gone by | | | | | | | |
d104 | O Friend of souls, how well is me | | | | | | | |
d105 | O heart of fire, misjudged by wilful man | | | | | | | |
d106 | O Holy Ghost thou fire divine | | | | | | | |
d107 | O how I fear thee living God | | | | | | | |
d108 | O how the thought [love] of God attracts | | | | | | | |
d109 | O it is hard to work for God | | | | | | | |
d110 | O Jesu, King most wonderful | | | | | | | |
d111 | O Jesu, thou the beauty art | | | | | | | |
d112 | O Lord, how happy should [would] we [I] be | | | | | | | |
d113 | O that it were as it was wont to be | | | | | | | |
d114 | O thou pure light of souls that love | | | | | | | |
d115 | O thou the Father's image blest | | | | | | | |
d116 | O thou true life of all that live | | | | | | | |
d117 | O thou, whose wise, paternal love | | | | | | | |
d118 | O turn those blessed points, all bathed | | | | | | | |
d119 | O watchman, will the night of sin | | | | | | | |
d120 | O weep for them who never knew | | | | | | | |
d121 | Onward, Christian, though the region | | | | | | | |
d122 | Our limbs with tranquil sleep refreshed | | | | | | | |
d123 | Perfect in love, Lord can it be | | | | | | | |
d124 | Preserve my Jesus, O preserve | | | | | | | |
d125 | Prune thou thy words the thoughts control | | | | | | | |
d126 | Pure light of light eternal day | | | | | | | |
d127 | Pure meek with soul serene | | | | | | | |
d128 | Return, O wanderer, return [Return, return, now wanderer] | | | | | | | |
d129 | Rise, glorious Conqueror [leader], rise | | | | | | | |
d130 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d131 | She once was a lady of honor and wealth | | | | | | | |
d132 | Shed kindly light amid the encircling gloom | | | | | | | |
d133 | Since all the changing [coming] [downward] varying [various] scenes of time | | | | | | | |
d134 | Sing we the peerless deeds | | | | | | | |
d135 | Soil not thy plumage, gentle dove | | | | | | | |
d136 | Soldiers of Christ, arise, and put [gird] your armor | | | | | | | |
d137 | Star of the wide and pathless sea | | | | | | | |
d138 | Still, still with thee, when purple morning breaketh | | | | | | | |
d139 | Sweet Sabbath bells, I love your voice | | | | | | | |
d140 | Tear not away the veil, dear friend | | | | | | | |
d141 | The church is one wide harvest field | | | | | | | |
d142 | The light of love is round his feet | | | | | | | |
d143 | The Lord's eternal gifts | | | | | | | |
d144 | The night is come, like to the day | | | | | | | |
d145 | The pall of night o'ershades the earth | | | | | | | |
d146 | The peace which God bestows | | | | | | | |
d147 | The silver cord in twain is snapped | | | | | | | |
d148 | The star that heralds in the morn | | | | | | | |
d149 | There is not on the earth a soul so base | | | | | | | |
d150 | They who seek the throne of grace | | | | | | | |
d151 | Thou grace divine, encircling all | | | | | | | |
d152 | Thou loving Maker of mankind | | | | | | | |
d153 | Thy night is dark, behold the shade was deeper | | | | | | | |
d154 | Thy word, O Lord, like gentle dews, falls soft | | | | | | | |
d155 | To Christ, the Prince of Peace, The Son of God most high | | | | | | | |
d156 | To heaven approached a Sufi saint | | | | | | | |
d157 | To the hall of the [that] feast came the [that] sinful | | | | | | | |
d158 | Two hands upon the breast | | | | | | | |
d159 | Upon our fainting souls distil | | | | | | | |
d160 | We need some Charmer, for our hearts are sore | | | | | | | |
d161 | We watched, as she lingered all the day | | | | | | | |
d162 | What is the church, and what am I | | | | | | | |
d163 | What time the Savior spread his feast | | | | | | | |
d164 | When heaven in mercy gives thy prayers return | | | | | | | |
d165 | When I am weak, I'm strong | | | | | | | |
d166 | When I look back upon my former race | | | | | | | |
d167 | When I sink down in gloom or fear | | | | | | | |
d168 | When thou dost talk with God, by prayer I mean | | | | | | | |
d169 | When winds are raging o'er the upper ocean | | | | | | | |
d170 | While thou, O my God, art my help and defender | | | | | | | |
d171 | Why deck the high cathedral roof | | | | | | | |
d172 | Why dost thou beat so quick, my heart | | | | | | | |
d173 | Why haltest thus, deluded heart | | | | | | | |
d174 | Why is thy face so lit with smiles | | | | | | | |
d175 | Why should we grudge the hour | | | | | | | |
d176 | Wish not, dear friends, my pain away | | | | | | | |
d177 | Within this leaf, to every eye | | | | | | | |
d178 | Ye mist and darkness, cloud and storm | | | | | | | |
d179 | Yes, I do feel, my God, that I am thine | | | | | | | |