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3 | We praise Thee, O God! for the Son of Thy love | | | | | | | |
4 | Come, ye thankful people, come | | | | | | | |
5 | To God be the glory, great things He hath done | | | | | | | |
6a | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
6b | Thro' the new heav'n what voices ring | | | | | | | |
7a | Ye fainting souls, lift up your eyes | | | | | | | |
7b | In Zion's sacred gates | | | | | | | |
8a | With gladsome feet we press | | | | | | | |
8b | Crown Him with many crowns | | | | | | | |
9 | Holy! Holy! Holy! Lord God almighty | | | | | | | |
10 | Be joyful in God, all ye lands of the earth | | | | | | | |
11 | Come, sing with holy gladness | | | | | | | |
12 | Praise the Rock of our salvation | | | | | | | |
13a | Like the sound of many waters | | | | | | | |
13b | Wake, children, wake! wake, children, wake! | | | | | | | |
14 | O what can you tell, little pebble, little pebble | | | | | | | |
15 | Upward where the stars are burning | | | | | | | |
16 | We three Kings of Orient are | | | | | | | |
17[18] | Praise ye the Father! for His loving kindness | | | | | | | |
17[19] | Brightest and best of the sons of the morning! | | | | | | | |
17[20] | Oh! praise ye the Lord; prepare your glad voice | | | | | | | |
17[21] | Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning! | | | | | | | |
18 | O Saviour, precious Saviour | | | | | | | |
19[23] | Come, Thou almighty King | | | | | | | |
19[24] | Loud hallelujahs to the Lord | | | | | | | |
19[25] | To Thee, our God and Saviour | | | | | | | |
19[26] | All hail the power of Jesus' name | | | | | | | |
20 | Glory to God in the highest! | | | | | | | |
21[28] | Strike the harp of Zion, wake the tuneful lay | | | | | | | |
21[29] | Come, ye that love the Lord | | | | | | | |
21[30] | Songs of praise the angels sang | | | | | | | |
21[31] | Shall hymns of grateful love | | | | | | | |
22 | Joy-bells ringing, Children singing | | | | | | | |
23 | How tranquil the slumber, how lovely the night | | | | | | | |
24 | There's a beautiful star, a beautiful star | | | | | | | |
25a | Hark! the herald angels sing, "Glory to the newborn King" | | | | | | | |
25b | Crown his head with endless blessing | | | | | | | |
26 | Merry, merry Christmas, everywhere! | | | | | | | |
27a | Once in royal David's City | | | | | | | |
27b | "Christ the Lord is risen today" | | | | | | | |
28 | Ring the merry bells, the silver-sounding bells | | | | | | | |
30 | Hark! the mighty tones sublime | | | | | | | |
31a | Onward, Christian, press thy way | | | | | | | |
31b | O precious Saviour, who on earth | | | | | | | |
32 | Zion, the marvelous story be telling | | | | | | | |
33 | Thou chief among ten thousand | | | | | | | |
34 | Dear Saviour! our Saviour! | | | | | | | |
35 | Jesus from bondage His people will save | | | | | | | |
36 | Hail the day that sees Him rise, Hallelujah! | | | | | | | |
37 | One there is above all others | | | | | | | |
38 | Our Saviour is risen from Death's gloomy prison | | | | | | | |
39 | Morning red, Morning red | | | | | | | |
40a | How beauteous were the marks divine | | | | | | | |
40b | Jesus, tender Saviour | | | | | | | |
41 | Abide with me! Fast falls the eventide | | | | | | | |
42 | Beautiful morning star | | | | | | | |
43 | Jesus, Saviour, visit me | | | | | | | |
44 | Only Jesus feels and knows | | | | | | | |
45[58] | He lives, the great Redeemer lives | | | | | | | |
45[59] | The head that once was crowned with thorns | | | | | | | |
45[60] | Jesus, the very thought of Thee | | | | | | | |
45[61] | I'm not ashamed to own my Lord | | | | | | | |
45[62] | Joy to the world, the Lord is come! | | | | | | | |
46a | Round the Lord in glory seated | | | | | | | |
46b | Praise the Lord! ye heavens adore Him | | | | | | | |
46c | Hark! a thrilling voice is sounding | | | | | | | |
47[66] | Awake, my soul, to joyful lays | | | | | | | |
47[67] | Oh! the sweet wonders of that cross | | | | | | | |
47[68] | Alas! and did my Saviour bleed! | | | | | | | |
47[69] | Majestic sweetness sits enthroned | | | | | | | |
47[70] | Dear Refuge of my weary soul | | | | | | | |
48 | As the rosy beams descending | | | | | | | |
49[72] | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
49[73] | O Sacred Head now wounded | | | | | | | |
49[74] | Jesus, lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
49[75] | The Lord my Shepherd is | | | | | | | |
50 | Blessed Jesus, Blessed Jesus | | | | | | | |
51[77] | Awake, and sing the song | | | | | | | |
51[78] | Jesus, who knows full well | | | | | | | |
51[79] | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
51[80] | Tho' all the world my choice deride | | | | | | | |
51[81] | Come, every pious heart | | | | | | | |
52a | The Lord is my Shepherd, He makes me repose | | | | | | | |
52b | Oh tell me, Thou life and delight of my soul | | | | | | | |
53[84] | O could I speak the matchless worth | | | | | | | |
53[85] | Hark, ten thousand harps and voices | | | | | | | |
53[86] | O for a thousand tongues to sing | | | | | | | |
53[87] | Come, let us join our cheerful songs | | | | | | | |
54 | I'll think of my Saviour when daylight is breaking | | | | | | | |
55[89] | When marshalled on the nightly plain | | | | | | | |
55[90] | How sweetly flowed the Gospel's sound | | | | | | | |
55[91] | Thou only Sovereign of my heart | | | | | | | |
55[92] | I think, when I read that sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
55[93] | Jesus, thou Joy of loving hearts! | | | | | | | |
56 | How great the wisdom, pow'r, and grace | | | | | | | |
57[95] | I know that my Redeemer lives | | | | | | | |
57[96] | Saviour, like a shepherd lead us | | | | | | | |
57[97] | Dear Jesus ever at my side | | | | | | | |
57[98] | Jesus is our loving Saviour | | | | | | | |
57[99] | Jesus loves me! this I know | | | | | | | |