Softly Now the Light of Day
Stand Up and Bless the Lord
Stand Up and Bless The Lord
The grave is now a favour’d spot
O blest is he, divinely blest
My Times Are in Thy Hand
All in Thy Hand
O come and to the Almighty King
Thy Word Is To My Feet A Lamp And To My
My heart’s not haughty, LORD
With grateful heart and cheerful tongue
The eye of God is everywhere
Where are the dead?—In heav’n or hell
Now he who turns to God shall live
See, from Zion’s sacred mountain
Light in Darkness
Why do I thus perplex
Pleading the promise
Shall I to gain the world’s applause
As once the Saviour took his seat
On Tabor’s top the Saviour stands
The Spirit asked for
The prodigal with streaming eyes
My soul, thy hasty censure spare
Unhappy city hadst thou known
At Jacob’s well a stranger sought
Like her who in Samaria’s bound
O Thou, to Whom in Ancient Time
To whom, my Saviour, shall I go
You Are the Way
Thou Art the Way
What must I do, the jailer cries
Charity supreme
How Shall I Follow Him