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1 | Gently, Lord, oh, gently lead us | | | | | | | |
2 | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
4 | Jesu, lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
6 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
8 | While shepherds watched their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
10 | It came upon the midnight clear | | | | | | | |
12 | Sion, the marvellous story be telling | | | | | | | |
14 | Hark, the glad sound! the Saviour comes | | | | | | | |
16 | Brightest and best of the sons of the morning | | | | | | | |
18 | Go to dark Gethsemane | | | | | | | |
20 | All hail the power of Jesus' name! | | | | | | | |
22 | Hail to the Lord's anointed | | | | | | | |
25 | Before Jehovah's awful throne | | | | | | | |
26 | God is love! His mercy brightens | | | | | | | |
28 | Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty! | | | | | | | |
30 | When all Thy mercies, O my God | | | | | | | |
33 | From all that dwell below the skies | | | | | | | |
34 | Praise to God, immortal praise | | | | | | | |
36 | O Jesu, Thou art standing | | | | | | | |
38 | My faith looks up to Thee | | | | | | | |
40 | Jesus, I my cross have taken | | | | | | | |
43 | Softly now the light of day | | | | | | | |
44 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me | | | | | | | |
46 | Abide with me; fast falls the eventide | | | | | | | |
48 | The morning light is breaking | | | | | | | |
50 | Nearer, my God, to Thee | | | | | | | |
52 | I think, when I read that sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
54 | Just as I am, without one plea | | | | | | | |
56 | While Thee I seek, protecting Power | | | | | | | |
58 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
60 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
62 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
64 | I would not live alway,—live alway below! | | | | | | | |
67 | Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom | | | | | | | |
68 | There is a happy land | | | | | | | |
70 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
72 | Hark! hark, my soul! angelic songs are swelling | | | | | | | |
75 | Lord, dismiss us with Thy blessing | | | | | | | |
76 | O Paradise! O Paradise! | | | | | | | |
79 | Children of the heavenly King | | | | | | | |
80 | O star of Truth, down shining | | | | | | | |
82 | Still, still with Thee, when purple morning breaketh | | | | | | | |
84 | I was a wandering sheep | | | | | | | |
86 | In heavenly love abiding | | | | | | | |
88 | In the cross of Christ I glory | | | | | | | |
90 | O holy Saviour Friend unseen | | | | | | | |
92 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
93 | Saviour, breathe an evening blessing | | | | | | | |
94 | Welcome, happy morning! age to age shall say | | | | | | | |
96 | When morning gilds the skies | | | | | | | |
98 | Hark, my soul, it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
100 | Blest be the tie that binds | | | | | | | |
102 | Fierce was the wild billow | | | | | | | |
104 | Hark! the herald angels sing | | | | | | | |
106 | I heard the voice of Jesus say | | | | | | | |
108 | Jerusalem, the golden | | | | | | | |
110 | A charge to keep I have | | | | | | | |
111 | Oh, could I speak the matchless worth | | | | | | | |
112 | Onward, Christian soldiers | | | | | | | |
114 | Our blest Redeemer, ere He breathed | | | | | | | |
116 | Sun of my soul, Thou Saviour dear | | | | | | | |
118 | The shadows of the evening hours | | | | | | | |
120 | Hark! what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
122 | A few more years shall roll | | | | | | | |
124 | As pants the hart for cooling springs | | | | | | | |
126 | O mother dear, Jerusalem | | | | | | | |
128 | Dawn purples all the east with light | | | | | | | |
129 | Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright | | | | | | | |
130 | Christ to the young man said: Yet one thing more | | | | | | | |
132 | Lord of all being! throned afar | | | | | | | |
134 | O Love Divine, that stooped to share | | | | | | | |
135 | Sunlight upon Judaea's hills | | | | | | | |
138 | From every stormy wind that blows | | | | | | | |
139 | The Son of God goes forth to war | | | | | | | |
141 | Oh, worship the King | | | | | | | |
144 | Up to those bright and gladsome hills | | | | | | | |
146 | A mighty fortress is our God | | | | | | | |
148 | When Israel, of the Lord beloved | | | | | | | |
150 | The King of love my Shepherd is | | | | | | | |
152 | Thou say'st, Take up thy cross | | | | | | | |
154 | Beyond, beyond that boundless sea | | | | | | | |
156 | Father, I know that all my life | | | | | | | |
158 | City of God, how broad and far | | | | | | | |
160 | Day of wrath,—that Day of Days | | | | | | | |
164 | Behold the sun, that seemed but now | | | | | | | |
166 | Sunset and evening star | | | | | | | |
167 | Upon the hills the wind is sharp and cold | | | | | | | |
169 | O God, our help in ages past | | | | | | | |
171 | Never weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore | | | | | | | |
172 | Do I not love Thee, Lord most high | | | | | | | |
174 | Maker of the human heart | | | | | | | |
176 | Out of the depths I cry to Thee | | | | | | | |