What grace, O Lord, and beauty shone
When all Thy mercies, O my God
The shadows of the evening hours
The Son of God goes forth to war
The spacious firmament on high
The Spirit breathes upon the word
There is a fountain filled with blood
There is a green hill far away
There is a land of pure delight
There is a safe and secret place
There is an eye that never sleeps.
There is an hour of peaceful rest
Thine for ever! God of love
This is the day the Lord hath made
This night, O Lord, we bless Thee
Thou art my Hiding-place, O Lord
Thou art the Way: to Thee alone
Thou didst leave Thy throne and Thy.
Through all the changing scenes of life.
Through good report and evil, Lord
Thy home is with the humble, Lord
When cold our hearts, and far from Thee.
96 When I can read my title clear
353 When I survey the wondrous cross
278 When morning gilds the skies
While Thee I seek, protecting Power
While with ceaseless course the sun
With Thee, my Lord, my God
See Still with Thee, O my God
15 Work, for the night is coming