INDEX TO FIRST LINES.

Though often here we're weary Thou art my hiding- place, O Lord Thou just and holy God

Thou who didst for Peter's faith Through the love of God

Thus far the Lord hath led us Thy name we love, Lord Jesus Thy works, not mine, O Christ Times are changing, days are flying

Upon the stormy waters

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Wait, my soul, upon the Lord

We all must speak for Jesus

We are pilgrims in the desert We are the Lord's

We bless the Saviour's name

We cannot always trace the way

We have no home but heaven

We praise and bless Thee, gracious Lord We speak of the realms of the blest We speak of the mercy of God We would see Jesus

Welcome days of solemn meeting We'll sing of Christ, no matter who We're often sad and weary-

We're not of the world

What is faith

What is the thing-

What grace, O Lord

What means this eager anxious throng What shall we ask of God in prayer What, sinner, canst thou do

When I hy faith the Saviour's death When waves of sorrow round me swell When shall we meet again-

When wounded sore the stricken soul When morn awakes our hearts

When first o'erwhelmed

When the wild waves

When we cannot see our way

Whither, pilgrims, are you going

Whosoever heareth

With Christ we died to sin

With my whole heart to Thee I'll raise

Work, for the night is coming

Work, for it is a noble thing

When to my closet

Wouldst thou be wise

Ye trembling souls

Yes, for me, for me He careth

Yes we part, but not for ever

HYMN.

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