Where’er the Patriarch pitched his tent
O that I knew where I might find
Jesus, My Lord, My God, My All
We love the place, O God
One thing have I desired, The Hebrew Psalmist said
Raise the psalm: let earth adoring
The mountains shall depart
Thus saith the Lord, My Church, to thee
Though the fig-tree’s blossom fail
O Wondrous Type
When the midnight cry began
He saved others, scorners cried
Jesus! Name of Wondrous Love
Work, for the night is coming
Gazing upon the Cross
Lovest thou Me? I hear my Saviour say
Built on the Rock
Of him the sacred record saith
Could I command with voice or pen
Jesus! name of wondrous love!
Gazing on the cross
Hark, Hark! my Soul!
The Word of God, the Word of truth
O Quickly Come, Dread Judge of All