Though the Scent Lingers, the Flower Scattered

Hark! Hear the Call that is Sent Through the Land

Though The Night

Though the hosts of sin oppose, where the King Eternal goes

Though the fig tree shall not blossom (Gilmour)

Though the way seems dark before you

Though the way seems dark and drear

Though the Mist Hang Over the River

Though the Night Be Dark and Stormy

Though the storm-clouds gather and the thunders crash and roar

Though the Storm of Life Be Raging High

Though the way be dark as night

Though the Storms of Life Appall

Though the Clouds are Lowering Round Me

In the Garden

Though the Days Are Dark With Trouble

Though the Cross for Him I Bear

Though the Night Be Dark and Dreary

Though the Pleasures of Earth Fade Like Blossoms of Spring

Though the skies are gray