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| ^ | 1. | | #249 | | Flow through me, Lord, a weak and earthly vessel, |
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| ^ | 2. | | #388 | | Hold Thou my hand: so weak I am, and helpless; |
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| ^ | 3. | | #420 | | Jesus, Redeemer and my one Inspirer, |
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| ^ | 4. | | #433 | | I am the Lord's! O joy beyond expression, |
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| ^ | 5. | | #555 | | Still, still with Thee, when purple morning breaketh, |
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| ^ | 6. | | #596 | | Mine is the earth, the worlds in all their fulness; |
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| ^ | 7. | | #633 | | And wouldst thou live on earth as "more than conqu'ror"? |
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| ^ | 8. | | #640 | | Life out of death — dear Master, is it spoken |
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| ^ | 9. | | #642 | | "Within the Veil": be this, belov'd, thy portion, |
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| ^ | 10. | | #654 | | "Be all at rest, my soul!" Oh! Blessed secret |
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| ^ | 11. | | #684 | | Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish; |
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| ^ | 12. | | #881 | | We rest on Thee, our Shield and our Defender; |
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| ^ | 13. | | #969 | | Hark what a sound, and too divine for hearing, |
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