Songs in the Night; or Hymns for the Sick and Suffering. 2nd ed.

#	Text	Tune
d101	Much have I borne, but not as I should bear
d102	My Father and my God, O set this [my] spirit free
d103	My feet are worn and weary with the march
d104	My mother, look not on me now
d105	My soul, go boldly forth
d106	My spirit on Thy care, blest Savior, I recline
d107	My times are in Thy hand
d108	My whole, though broken, heart, O Lord
d109	Night is the time to muse
d110	Night turns to day
d111	No sickness there. No weary wasting of the frame away
d112	Not in thine hours of conflict, Lord
d113	Now all is done, that love, and care
d114	O cheer thee, cheer thee, suffering saint
d115	O God, from whom my spirit came
d116	O God, may I look up to thee
d117	O God, the Lord of place and time
d118	O how soft that bed must be
d119	O let my trembling soul be still
d120	O lightly, lightly tread
d121	O Lord, how happy should [would] we [I] be
d122	O Lord, my best desire [desires] fulfill
d123	O Lord, our strength and righteousness
d124	O my soul, what means this sadness
d125	O Savior, whose mercy, severe in its kindness
d126	O strange infirmity, to think
d127	O sweet as vernal dews, that fill
d128	O thou, all holy, wise, and just
d129	O thou faithful God of love Gladly I thy promise plead
d130	O thou God who hearest prayer
d131	O Thou Majesty Divine
d132	O thou, my kind, chastising God
d133	O thou to wisdom near allied
d134	O thou whose gently chastening hand
d135	O thou, whose wise, paternal love
d136	O weep not for me, I can never be blest
d137	O what is life, 'tis like a flower that blossoms and is gone
d138	Of all the thoughts of God that are borne in upon the soul afar
d139	Oft as the leaper's case I read
d140	One time I was allowed to steer
d141	Parting soul, the flood awaits [floods await] thee
d142	Peace of God, which knows no measure
d143	Perfect in love, Lord can it be
d144	Pilgrim, is thy journey drear
d145	Pleasant are Thy courts above In the land of light
d146	Polar Star of life's dark sea
d147	Precious Bible, what a treasure
d148	Quiet Lord my froward heart
d149	Rejoice in God [Christ] alway
d150	Savior, beneath Thy yoke
d151	Savior, I can welcome sickness
d152	Savior, slain, and slain for me
d153	Savior, when in dust to Thee, low we bow
d154	Sickness is a hallowed season
d155	Since 'tis God's, pain, take your course
d156	Some murmur when their sky is clear
d157	Spirit, leave thine [thy] [the] house of clay
d158	Submissive to thy will, my [O] God
d159	Such was the disciples' cry
d160	Sufferer, art thou conscience-stricken
d161	Sweet is the name of rest
d162	Sweet Sabbath bells, I love your voice
d163	Tell me of that great Physician
d164	Tell me, ye winged winds, that round my pathway roar
d165	The gaudy day is dying
d166	The leaves around me falling
d167	The Son of David bowed to die
d168	There is a calm for those who [that] weep
d169	There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins]
d170	There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign
d171	There is a state unknown, unseen
d172	There is an hour of peaceful rest
d173	Thou art near, yes, Lord I feel it
d174	Thou God of glorious majesty
d175	Thou man of griefs, remember me
d176	Thou, who didst stoop below
d177	Thou, whose never failing arm, Led me all my earthly way
d178	Though sorrows rise, and dangers roll
d179	Thus saith Jesus, I will keep
d180	'Tis enough, the hour is come
d181	'Tis my happiness below
d182	'Tis sweet when cloudless suns arise
d183	To do, or not to do, to have
d184	To Jesus, the crown of my [our] hope
d185	To prayer, to prayer, for the morning breaks
d186	Tread softly, bow the head
d187	Wait, my soul [heart] upon the Lord
d188	Wake, now, my soul, and humbly hear
d189	Watching, through the silent hours
d190	What are these in bright array
d191	What, many times I musing asked, is man
d192	What though in lonely grief I sigh
d193	When anxious thoughts the [my] bosom fill
d194	When friend from friend is parting
d195	When human hopes all wither
d196	When I can trust my all with God
d197	When in the hour [hours] of lonely woe
d198	When languor and disease invade
d199	When life, as opening buds, is sweet
d200	When morning's first and hallowed ray