# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
285 | Can angel spirits need repose | | | | | | | |
287 | Here may the band that now in triumph shines | | | | | | | |
290 | A sweetly welcome thought | | | | | | | |
291 | Two worlds there are | | | | | | | |
297 | Again, how can she but immortal be | | | | | | | |
300 | The seas are quiet when the winds are o'er | | | | | | | |
301 | O! learn that it is only by the lowly | | | | | | | |
303 | Ah! say no more, there's nought but heaven | | | | | | | |
305 | In times of want we feel what bliss | | | | | | | |
307 | O Thou that in thy lowly sojourn here | | | | | | | |
308 | O God! who on the tablets of the heart | | | | | | | |
309 | "Thy will be done!" God of the desolate | | | | | | | |
310 | Son of the Carpenter, receive | | | | | | | |
311 | Blest be the God, whose tender care | | | | | | | |
312 | Fountain of all the good we see | | | | | | | |
313 | I went into the house of prayer | | | | | | | |
314 | Bright shadows of true rest! | | | | | | | |
316 | Welcome, dear book, soul's joy and food! the feast | | | | | | | |
317 | Is there a time when moments flow | | | | | | | |
318 | They affect | | | | | | | |
319a | For I have seen the pine | | | | | | | |
319b | Should I my selfe ingratiate | | | | | | | |
319c | O thou Æternal banquet! where | | | | | | | |
320a | Two eyes hath every soul | | | | | | | |
320b | From lowly daisies learn, O men! | | | | | | | |
320c | O shame! a silkworm works and spins till it can fly | | | | | | | |
320d | We pray, On earth, in Heaven, O Lord | | | | | | | |
321a | Be no imitator; freshly act thy part | | | | | | | |
321b | Seek truth from thought, and not from mouldy books, O fool! | | | | | | | |
321c | When'er the sea upheaves its foaming hosts | | | | | | | |
321d | Diving and finding no pearls in the sea | | | | | | | |
321e | O square thyself for use | | | | | | | |
322a | The bad fount, which a pitcher can hide from your view | | | | | | | |
322b | These three men all at once to death the slander-poison burns | | | | | | | |
322c | Nothing is the mirror | | | | | | | |
322d | My God once mixed a harsh cup, for me to drink it | | | | | | | |
323a | In the nine heavens are eight Paradises | | | | | | | |
323b | The holy Name on the ground, one day | | | | | | | |
324 | As we by water wash away | | | | | | | |
325 | My sins and follies, Lord! be thee | | | | | | | |
326 | Thrice happy he whose name is writ above | | | | | | | |
328 | The Church of Christ that he hath hallow'd here | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal has not been proofed - data may be incomplete or incorrect]