| Teach me, O God, to fix mine eyes | 
                    513 | 
                    4 | 
                
                
                
                    | Then, Lord, remove whate'er divides | 
                    508 | 
                    4 | 
                
                
                
                    | Then, too, countless myriads, wearing | 
                    506 | 
                    3 | 
                
                
                
                    | Then wilt Thou own us each by name | 
                    512 | 
                    3 | 
                
                
                
                    | There sin and sorrow cease | 
                    505 | 
                    2 | 
                
                
                
                    | These, redeemed from every nation | 
                    506 | 
                    4 | 
                
                
                
                    | The wanderer no more will roam | 
                    514 | 
                    1 | 
                
                
                
                    | Thine eye in that bright cloudless day | 
                    504 | 
                    3 | 
                
                
                
                    | Though clothed in rags, by sin defiled | 
                    514 | 
                    2 | 
                
                
                
                    | Though our pilgrimage be dreary | 
                    9 | 
                    3 | 
                
                
                
                    | Thou, Lord, Who wast dead, art gone up on high | 
                    515 | 
                    3 | 
                
                
                
                    | Thou, Saviour, art one with God the Supreme | 
                    515 | 
                    1 | 
                
                
                
                    | Thou shalt reign, for Thou alone | 
                    511 | 
                    3 | 
                
                
                
                    | Thou shalt reign in Sion King | 
                    511 | 
                    4 | 
                
                
                
                    | Thy cross, Thy cross ! 'tis there we see | 
                    32 | 
                    3 | 
                
                
                
                    | Thy Father, in His gracious love | 
                    302 | 
                    2 | 
                
                
                
                    | Thy precious name it is I bear | 
                    514 | 
                    7 | 
                
                
                
                    | 'Tis now concealed and lodged secure | 
                    508 | 
                    3 | 
                
                
                
                    | 'Tis only in Thee hiding | 
                    318 | 
                    2 |