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 |