274 All computation strives in vain, Thy vast, thy boundless length to gain. Eternity, eternity, How long art thou, eternity! And dost thou say, "Ask what thou wilt "? 111 Cease here longer to detain me Chamber of sickness! much to thee I owe Child of man, whose seed below 63 78 210 269 169 105 112 71 114 189 190 223 46 61 212 Come, let us join our friends above Come, my fond, fluttering heart Come to Calvary's holy mountain 66 Come, who will," the voice from heaven - 253 66 54 216 237 52 257 76 272 186 75 I am weary of straying,- O, fain would I rest I cannot always trace the way I cannot call affliction sweet. I hear thee speak of the better land. In the dust I'm doomed to sleep In the hour of my distress 99 Much have I borne, but not as I should bear My feet are worn and weary with the march 69 68 256 244 My soul, go boldly forth My spirit on thy care 232 My times are in thy hand My whole, though broken heart, O Lord. Night is the time to muse 103 90 91 Q Saviour! whose mercy, severe in its kindness 150 129 |