# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
301 | Behold the man, - how glorious he! | | | | | | | |
302 | Dark were the paths our Master trod | | | | | | | |
303 | Have we no tears to shed for him | | | | | | | |
304 | It is finished! So the Saviour cried | | | | | | | |
305 | With tearful eyes I look around | | | | | | | |
306 | Go to dark Gethsemane | | | | | | | |
307 | It is finished, glorious word | | | | | | | |
308 | Many woes had Christ endured | | | | | | | |
309 | In the cross of Christ I glory | | | | | | | |
310 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
311 | Always with us, always with us | | | | | | | |
312 | Lift your glad voices in triumph on high | | | | | | | |
313 | Hail the day that sees him rise | | | | | | | |
314 | Jesus, my Redeemer, lives | | | | | | | |
315 | Shepherd of the holy hills | | | | | | | |
316 | Morning breaks upon the tomb | | | | | | | |
317 | Thou art the way;- to the alone | | | | | | | |
318 | See Israel's gentle Shepherd stand | | | | | | | |
319 | There is a little lonely fold | | | | | | | |
320 | O Love! O Life! our faith and sight | | | | | | | |
321 | Lo, what a precious Corner Stone | | | | | | | |
322 | Behold a stranger at the door! | | | | | | | |
323 | Awake, my soul, in joyful lays | | | | | | | |
324 | My dear Redeemer, and my Lord | | | | | | | |
325 | Christ, whose glory fills the skies | | | | | | | |
326 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me | | | | | | | |
327 | Glory, glory to our King! | | | | | | | |
328 | Once I thought my mountain strong | | | | | | | |
329 | Strong Son of god, immortal love | | | | | | | |
330 | A King shall reign in righteousness | | | | | | | |
331 | Thou, Lord! by mortal eyes unseen | | | | | | | |
332 | Marked as the purpose of the skies | | | | | | | |
333 | No track is on the sunny sky | | | | | | | |
334 | Now with eternal glory crowned | | | | | | | |
335 | I know that my redeemer lives | | | | | | | |
336 | Teach us to feel as Jesus prayed | | | | | | | |
337 | How beauteous were the marks divine | | | | | | | |
338 | Come, Saviour, Jesus, from above | | | | | | | |
339 | Jesus lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
340 | Now begin the heavenly theme | | | | | | | |
341 | Earth has nothing sweet or fair | | | | | | | |
342 | Mary to the Saviour's tomb | | | | | | | |
343 | With joy we meditate the grace | | | | | | | |
344 | There is a fountain filled with blood | | | | | | | |
345 | O Son of God! thy children we | | | | | | | |
346 | To God, before whom angels bow | | | | | | | |
347 | All hail the power of Jesus' name | | | | | | | |
348 | Oh, for a thousand tongues, to sing | | | | | | | |
349 | The head that once was crowned with | | | | | | | |
350 | In humble notes our faith adores | | | | | | | |
351 | The light of love is round his feet | | | | | | | |
352 | Do not I love thee, O my Lord? | | | | | | | |
353 | O Lord and Master of us all | | | | | | | |
354 | Jesus, thine all-victorious love | | | | | | | |
355 | Oh, eyes that are weary, and hearts | | | | | | | |
356 | Oh, what though our feet may not tread | | | | | | | |
357 | Hail to the Lord's Anointed! | | | | | | | |
358 | Now be the gospel banner | | | | | | | |
359 | In heavenly love abiding | | | | | | | |
360 | Come said Jesus' sacred voice | | | | | | | |
361 | Songs of praise the angels sang | | | | | | | |
362 | Oh! not alone with outward sign | | | | | | | |
363 | O'er mountain tops, the mount of God | | | | | | | |
364 | I heard the voice of Jesus say | | | | | | | |
365 | But who shall see the glorious day | | | | | | | |
366 | The Spirit, in our hearts | | | | | | | |
367 | Come at the morning hour | | | | | | | |
368 | Now is th' accepted time | | | | | | | |
369 | What glorious tidings do I hear | | | | | | | |
370 | Salvation! oh, the joyful sound! | | | | | | | |
371 | Oh, how divine, how sweet the joy | | | | | | | |
372 | Oh! what amazing words of grace | | | | | | | |
373 | Come hither, all ye weary souls | | | | | | | |
374 | As showers on meadows newly mown | | | | | | | |
375 | O fairest born of love and light | | | | | | | |
376 | Joy to the earth! the Prince of Peace | | | | | | | |
377 | Let every mortal ear attend | | | | | | | |
378 | Joy to the world - the Lord is come! | | | | | | | |
379 | Hark, the glad sound! the Saviour comes | | | | | | | |
380 | Hear the heralds of the gospel | | | | | | | |
381 | Look, ye saints! the day is breaking | | | | | | | |
382 | O'er the gloomy hills of darkness | | | | | | | |
383 | Behold, the morning sun | | | | | | | |
384 | Come, kingdom of our God | | | | | | | |
385 | Lord! send thy servants forth | | | | | | | |
386 | In God's eternity | | | | | | | |
387 | Great God, whose universal sway | | | | | | | |
388 | Upon the gospel's sacred page | | | | | | | |
389 | Why, on the bending willows hung | | | | | | | |
390 | Eternal Father! thou hast said | | | | | | | |
391 | The morning light is breaking | | | | | | | |
392 | Oh, that the Lord's salvation | | | | | | | |
393 | The morn of peace is beaming | | | | | | | |
394 | Stand up! - stand up for Jesus! | | | | | | | |
395 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
396 | He that goeth forth with weeping | | | | | | | |
397 | Hear what God, the Lord, hath spoken | | | | | | | |
398 | Years are coming--speed them onward! | | | | | | | |
399 | 'Mid these scenes of self-denial | | | | | | | |
400 | Whilst far and wide thy scattered sheep | | | | | | | |