# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
13 | Wanderers with all frail desires | | | | | | | |
15 | Alas that in the desert-tents | | | | | | | |
17 | O righteous God, to thee we come | | | | | | | |
19 | Soon as the eastern sky | | | | | | | |
21 | Sing to the Lord a song, newest, sweetest | | | | | | | |
23 | Slow glide the lengthening shadows from the hill | | | | | | | |
25 | God's goodness dureth day by day | | | | | | | |
27 | Lord, from thy seat in heaven | | | | | | | |
29 | O God, on thine inheritance | | | | | | | |
31 | See, how the evening shadows lengthen | | | | | | | |
33 | Pray for Jerusalem! | | | | | | | |
35 | Sing to the Lord, and praise his name | | | | | | | |
37 | How long, O Lord, wilt thou forget | | | | | | | |
39 | From thy calm, holy throne | | | | | | | |
41 | Lord, who in thine house shall dwell | | | | | | | |
43 | Whence come those heathen fires | | | | | | | |
45 | O church of God, whose lingering pace | | | | | | | |
47 | Firmly on thee stayed | | | | | | | |
49 | Who shall see thee, when thou comest in glory | | | | | | | |
51 | Sweet voices and calm shades | | | | | | | |
53 | O Lord, rebuke me not in thy fierce wrath | | | | | | | |
55 | Lonely hours and slow, when far from thee | | | | | | | |
57 | Deep in my heart a lonely sorrow dwells | | | | | | | |
59 | Not lightly can I touch the harp | | | | | | | |
61 | O refuge of the weary soul | | | | | | | |
63 | Voices fierce assail me, Lord | | | | | | | |
65 | No distance parts from thee my prayer | | | | | | | |
67 | My God, my God, why hast thou me forsaken | | | | | | | |
69 | Shadows of the grave | | | | | | | |
71 | Lord, gathering at thy shrine today | | | | | | | |
73 | Why, as life older grows | | | | | | | |
75 | Now our Lenten fast is over | | | | | | | |
77 | Who, Lord, is like to thee | | | | | | | |
79 | Blest alone is he | | | | | | | |
81 | As one, who from some tree-crowned hill | | | | | | | |
83 | Vain hopes, that struggle madly in my breast | | | | | | | |
85 | Lord, make us see thee ever nigh | | | | | | | |
87 | The social swallows unafraid | | | | | | | |
89 | God has gone up with a merry noise | | | | | | | |
91 | Quick roll the booming surges on the shore | | | | | | | |
93 | Thou, who framedst this goodly world | | | | | | | |
95 | Be joyful in the Lord, ye lands | | | | | | | |
97 | O God, when wilt thou come | | | | | | | |
99 | Not only from each cloistered pile | | | | | | | |
101 | What tone so lingers on the Psalmist's harp | | | | | | | |
103 | O thou to whom the morning dew | | | | | | | |
105 | Lone pilgrim on a weary road | | | | | | | |
107 | Watching as the day grows dim | | | | | | | |
109 | Lord, teach us how to follow thee | | | | | | | |
111 | O home where sweetest thoughts did dwell | | | | | | | |
113 | Pilgrim songs, how sweet their measures come | | | | | | | |
115 | Marked with thy cross in holy font | | | | | | | |
117 | 'Tis sweet, the summer storm now done | | | | | | | |
119 | Fashioned by thee, each nature-gift | | | | | | | |
121 | Lord, who knowest all my heart | | | | | | | |
123 | Wouldst thou, afflicted heart, once strive to scan | | | | | | | |
125 | He learns their truth, who keeps my words | | | | | | | |
127 | Lo morning slumbers long | | | | | | | |
129 | Sinful thoughts depart | | | | | | | |
131 | From early dawn I sought thy way | | | | | | | |
133 | Surrounded by God's marvels high | | | | | | | |
135 | Righteous art thou, Lord | | | | | | | |
137 | With my whole heart I cry | | | | | | | |
139 | Decaying year! | | | | | | | |
141 | Calm peace, without, within | | | | | | | |
143 | Long years O God that I all wildly straying | | | | | | | |
145 | If thou, O Lord, with presence ready | | | | | | | |
147 | The purple morning brightly gleams | | | | | | | |
149 | Why, all this midnight care and early toil | | | | | | | |
151 | O weary heart that oft hast lost | | | | | | | |
153 | Doubts of thy Providence | | | | | | | |
155 | Light in the gloomy heart | | | | | | | |
157 | Ye who in night and dimness stand | | | | | | | |
159 | Deliver me, O Lord, according to thy word | | | | | | | |
161 | Lord, let me not high minded be | | | | | | | |
163 | Lord, listen to my prayer | | | | | | | |
165 | How sweet, to see the brotherhood | | | | | | | |
167 | Lord, who hearest every tone of sorrow | | | | | | | |
169 | Searching mid the times long past | | | | | | | |
171 | A shadow flitting on the wall | | | | | | | |
173 | O praise the Lord of Heaven | | | | | | | |
175 | He, who will seek | | | | | | | |
177 | To publicans and sinners, does your Lord | | | | | | | |
179 | Bless, children of the Lord, his name | | | | | | | |
181 | O saddest hour, when in a stranger-land | | | | | | | |
183 | We'll end the psalmist's sacred lays | | | | | | | |
185 | Strike the harp again | | | | | | | |
187 | O, fitful gleams of hidden streams | | | | | | | |