# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
133 | Sounds the trumpet from afar | | | | | | | |
134 | Still with thee, O my God | | | | | | | |
135 | Stretched on the cross the Saviour lies | | | | | | | |
136 | Strong Son of God, immortal Love | | | | | | | |
138 | Surrounded by unnumbered foes | | | | | | | |
139 | Sweet Saviour, bless us ere we go | | | | | | | |
141 | Take from my head the thorn-wreath brown! | | | | | | | |
142 | The day is done | | | | | | | |
143 | The saints of God! their conflict past | | | | | | | |
144 | There is a green hill far away | | | | | | | |
145 | There were ninety and nine that safely lay | | | | | | | |
147 | They leave the land of gems and gold | | | | | | | |
148 | Thine arm, O Lord, in days of old | | | | | | | |
149 | Thine for ever: God of love | | | | | | | |
150 | Thou knowest, Lord, the weariness and sorrow | | | | | | | |
151 | Thou hast once, on mother's knee | | | | | | | |
152 | Thou to whom the sick and dying | | | | | | | |
154 | Thou who didst on Calvary bleed | | | | | | | |
155 | Thou who dost dwell alone | | | | | | | |
157 | Throned upon the awful tree | | | | | | | |
158 | Thy way is best, my Father | | | | | | | |
159 | Thy way, not mine, O Lord | | | | | | | |
160 | Voice of Jesus—calling, calling | | | | | | | |
162 | We ask for peace, O Lord! | | | | | | | |
163 | We come to thee, sweet Saviour, humbly seeking | | | | | | | |
164 | We thank thee, O God of earth and heaven | | | | | | | |
166 | Weary of earth and laden with my sin | | | | | | | |
167 | Weary with my load of sin | | | | | | | |
168 | When my feet have wandered | | | | | | | |
170 | When this passing world is done | | | | | | | |
171 | When wounded sore, the stricken soul | | | | | | | |
172 | Where shall we learn to die? | | | | | | | |
174 | With patient heart, O Man, before | | | | | | | |
179 | All tender lights, all hues divine | | | | | | | |
180 | Art thou weary, art thou languid | | | | | | | |
181 | At the cross her station keeping | | | | | | | |
182 | At the Lamb's high feast we sing | | | | | | | |
184 | Day of wrath, O day of mourning! | | | | | | | |
186 | Day's herald bird | | | | | | | |
188 | Draw nigh, and take the body of the Lord | | | | | | | |
189 | Draw nigh, draw nigh, Emmanuel | | | | | | | |
190 | Father of mercies infinite | | | | | | | |
191 | Glory be to Jesus | | | | | | | |
192 | God from on high hath heard | | | | | | | |
194 | Great High-priest, who deign'dst to be | | | | | | | |
195 | Hark, a joyful voice is thrilling | | | | | | | |
196 | Here is my heart—my God, I give it thee | | | | | | | |
198 | Holy Spirit! Lord of Light! | | | | | | | |
199 | Jesu! The very thought is sweet! | | | | | | | |
201 | Jesus, the very thought of thee | | | | | | | |
202 | O Jesus, King most wonderful | | | | | | | |
203a | Lord Jesus, who our souls to save | | | | | | | |
203b | My God, I love thee, not because | | | | | | | |
204 | O Godhead hid, devoutly I adore thee | | | | | | | |
206 | O love, how deep! how broad! how high! | | | | | | | |
207 | O Sacred head, surrounded | | | | | | | |
208 | O Thou true Life of all that live! | | | | | | | |
209 | O what their joy and their glory must be | | | | | | | |
210 | O'erwhelmed in depths of woe | | | | | | | |
212 | Of the glorious body telling | | | | | | | |
213 | Sing, my tongue, the glorious battle | | | | | | | |
216 | Sleep has refreshed our limbs, we spring | | | | | | | |
217 | The day is past and over | | | | | | | |
218 | The night is come, wherein at last we rest | | | | | | | |
219 | The royal banners forward go | | | | | | | |
221 | Through the night of doubt and sorrow | | | | | | | |
222 | 'Tis for conquering kings to gain | | | | | | | |