Best Loved Hymns and Readings. Martin Manser

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord

       Miss me – but let me go

       Morning has broken

       My God, how wonderful Thou art

       My song is love unknown

       Nearer, my God, to thee

       A new heaven and a new earth

       No coward soul is mine

       No man is an island

       No room at the inn

       No single thing abides

       The noblest Roman of them all

       Now thank we all our God

       O captain! my captain!

       O come, all ye faithful

       O come, O come, Emmanuel

       O death, where is thy sting?

       O for a closer walke with god

       O for a heart to praise my God

       O for a thousand tongues to sing

       O God, our help in ages past

       O Jesus, I have promised

       O little town of Bethlehem

       O love divine

       O may I join the choir invisible

       O Thou who camest from above

       The old rugged cross

       The Old Vicarage, Grantchester

       Once in royal David’s city

       Once more unto the breach, dear friends

       Onward, Christian soldiers

       Our revels now are ended

       The parable of the Sower

       Pippa passes

       Praise, my soul, the King of heaven

       Praise to the Lord, the Almighty

       Prayer for generosity

       The Prodigal Son

       The quality of mercy is not strained

       The race is not to the swift

       A red, red rose

       Rejoice, the Lord is King

       Remember me when I am gone away

       Remembrance of things past

       Requiem

       Resurrection hope

       The road to Emmaus

       Rock of ages

       Rule Britannia

       Say not the struggle naught availeth

       Search me, O God, and know my heart

       Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day

       The shepherd boy sings in the valley of humiliation

       Silent night

       The Soldier

       Soldiers of Christ, arise

       The Song of Solomon

       Stand up! stand up for Jesus

       Stone walls do not a prison make

       Sweet spirit, comfort me

       Swing low, sweet chariot

       Take my life, and let it be

       Tell me not, in mournful numbers

       Tell me the old, old story

       Tell out, my soul, the greatness of the Lord

       There is a green hill far away