Hymns for the Hospital Chapel, Worcester

#	Text	Tune
d201	Teach me the measure of my days
d202	The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear
d203	The dearest room of all this pile
d204	The festal morn, my God, is come
d205	The heavens declare thy glory, Lord, in every star
d206	The Lord Jehovah reigns, His throne is built on high
d207	The Lord my Shepherd is, I shall be well supplied
d208	The Savior calls, let every ear attend
d209	The Spirit like a peaceful dove
d210	There is a house not made with [by] hands, Eternal
d211	There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign
d212	There is an hour of peaceful rest
d213	There's not a tint that paints the rose
d214	Thine earthly Sabbath [Sabbaths], Lord we love
d215	This is the day the Lord hath [has] made, He calls
d216	Thou didst, O mighty God, exist
d217	Through all the changing scenes of life, In trouble
d218	Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on
d219	Time, what an empty [fleeting] vapor 'tis
d220	To bless thy chosen race, in mercy, Lord, incline
d221	Unvail [Unveil] thy bosom, faithful tomb
d222	Up to the hills I lift mine eyes, the eternal hills beyond the skies
d223	Upward I lift mine [my] eyes
d224	Weak and irresolute is man
d225	Welcome, delightful morn, Thou [Sweet] day of sacred rest
d226	Welcome, sweet day of rest
d227	What secret hand, at morning light
d228	What shall I render to my God for all his kindness shown
d229	What sinners value, I resign
d230	When all thy [your] mercies, O my [our] God [gracious Lord]
d231	When, as returns this [the] solemn day
d232	When God revealed his gracious name
d233	When I can read my title clear
d234	When in the light of faith divine
d235	When Jesus dwelt in mortal clay
d236	When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain
d237	When overwhelmed with grief
d238	When the worn spirit wants repose
d239	Wherefore should man, frail child of clay
d240	While shepherds watch [watched] their flocks by night
d241	While thee I [we] seek, protecting power
d242	While through this changing world we [I] roam
d243	Who O Lord, when life is o'er [over]
d244	Who shall inhabit in [on] thy hill
d245	Why should we start and fear to die
d246	Why that look of sadness
d247	Why wilt thou put thy trust
d248	With songs and honors sounding loud
d249	With thee I lay me down to sleep
d250	Ye holy souls, in God rejoice
d251	Ye sons of men, a feeble race
d252	Ye sons of men, with joy record
d253	Ye tribes of Adam join, with heaven and earth and seas
d254	Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor Behold a royal feast
d255	Your happy voices join
d256	Your harps, ye [you] trembling [mourning] [tearful], saints
d257	Zeal is that [the] pure and heavenly flame