| Oh, love divine, how sweet Thou art |
| When shall I find my willing heart |
| All taken up by Thee |
| All taken up by Thee |
| I thirst, I faint, I die to prove |
| The greatness of redeeming love |
| The love of Christ to me |
| The love of Christ to me |
| Stronger His love than death or hell |
| It’s riches are unsearchable |
| The first born sons of light |
| The first born sons of light |
| Desire in vain it’s depths to see |
| They cannot reach the mystery |
| The length, the breadth, the height |
| The length, the breadth, the height |
| Be mine |
| Be mine, this better part |
| God only knows the love of God |
| Oh, that it now were shed abroad |
| This poor stony heart |
| This poor stony heart |
| For love I sigh, for love I pine |
| This only portion, Lord, be mine |
| Be mine, this better part |
| Be mine, this better part |
| Oh, that I could, with favored John |
| Recline my weary head upon |
| The dear Redeemer’s breast |
| The dear Redeemer’s breast |
| From care and sin and sorrow free |
| Give me, oh Lord, to find in Thee |
| My everlasting rest |
| My everlasting rest |
| Be mine |
| Be mine, this better part |