# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
201 | Come, blessed Spirit, source of light | | | | | | | |
202 | Lord of the harvest, God of grace | | | | | | | |
203 | O God, by whom the seed is given | | | | | | | |
204 | Long have I sat beneath the sound | | | | | | | |
205 | John was the prophet of the Lord | | | | | | | |
206 | A voice from the desert comes awful and shrill | | | | | | | |
207 | Behold my servant; see him rise | | | | | | | |
208 | Great God, wert thou extreme to mark | | | | | | | |
209 | Hark the glad sound! the Saviour comes | | | | | | | |
210 | Joy to the world! the Lord is come | | | | | | | |
211 | Behold the Prince of Peace | | | | | | | |
212 | The Lord will come! the earth shall quake | | | | | | | |
213 | Hark! what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
214 | The race that long in darkness pined | | | | | | | |
215 | While shepherds watched their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
216 | Hail, all hail the joyful morn | | | | | | | |
217 | Bright was the guiding star that led | | | | | | | |
218 | Sons of men, behold from far | | | | | | | |
219 | Hark! for the great Creator speaks | | | | | | | |
220 | How beauteous are their feet | | | | | | | |
221 | Hear what the Lord in vision said | | | | | | | |
222 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
223 | Let all the earth their voices raise | | | | | | | |
224 | O'er mountain tops, the mount of God | | | | | | | |
225 | Rise, crowned with light, imperial Salem, rise | | | | | | | |
226 | To thee, O God! we homage pay | | | | | | | |
227 | Behold the man! how glorious he | | | | | | | |
228 | Behold the amazing sight | | | | | | | |
229 | Behold the Saviour on the cross | | | | | | | |
230 | Father divine the Saviour cried | | | | | | | |
231 | The morning dawns upon the place | | | | | | | |
232 | Again the Lord of life and light | | | | | | | |
233 | Morning breaks upon the tomb | | | | | | | |
234 | The Lord is risen indeed | | | | | | | |
235 | Ye faithful souls, who Jesus know | | | | | | | |
236 | Blest be the everlasting God | | | | | | | |
237 | He dies the friend of sinners dies | | | | | | | |
238 | Ye humble souls that seek the Lord | | | | | | | |
239 | Behold the blind their sight receive | | | | | | | |
240 | Behold, where breathing love divine | | | | | | | |
241 | Behold, where in a mortal form | | | | | | | |
242 | Go to dark Gethsemane | | | | | | | |
243 | In duties and in sufferings too | | | | | | | |
244 | My dear Redeemer, and my Lord | | | | | | | |
245 | And is the gospel peace and love | | | | | | | |
246 | Our Captain leads us on | | | | | | | |
247 | Come, said Jesus' sacred voice | | | | | | | |
248 | Green pastures and clear streams | | | | | | | |
249 | How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound | | | | | | | |
250 | Jesus, and can it ever be | | | | | | | |
251 | Let not the wise their wisdom boast | | | | | | | |
252 | Let songs of praises fill the sky | | | | | | | |
253 | Our blest Redeemer, ere he breathed | | | | | | | |
254 | Spirit of truth! on this thy day | | | | | | | |
255 | The Spirit, in our hearts | | | | | | | |
256 | The law by Moses came | | | | | | | |
257 | Not to the terrors of the Lord | | | | | | | |
258 | Blest are the souls that hear and know | | | | | | | |
259 | God is the refuge of his saints | | | | | | | |
260 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
261 | Hear what God, the Lord, hath spoken | | | | | | | |
262 | Mark the soft-falling snow | | | | | | | |
263 | On thy church, O Power Divine | | | | | | | |
264 | The God of Israel is our Lord | | | | | | | |
265 | Happy the Church, thou sacred place | | | | | | | |
266 | Sing ye redeemed of the Lord | | | | | | | |
267 | Sing we the song of those who stand | | | | | | | |
268 | The saints on earth and those above | | | | | | | |
269 | From north and south, from east and west | | | | | | | |
270 | A soldier's course from battles won | | | | | | | |
271 | Awake, my soul! stretch every nerve | | | | | | | |
272 | Awake, our souls, away, our fears | | | | | | | |
273 | Awake my soul lift up thine eyes | | | | | | | |
274 | The christian warrior, see him stand | | | | | | | |
275 | Amidst unsatisfied desires | | | | | | | |
276 | With mines of wealth are sinners poor | | | | | | | |
277 | Be it my only wisdom here | | | | | | | |
278 | Father of light conduct my feet | | | | | | | |
279 | Happy the man, who finds the grace | | | | | | | |
280 | O Happy is the man who hears | | | | | | | |
281 | Supreme and universal light | | | | | | | |
282 | A charge to keep I have | | | | | | | |
283 | I want a principle within | | | | | | | |
284 | My God, my strength, my hope | | | | | | | |
285 | Awake my drowsy soul awake | | | | | | | |
286 | Ye servants of the Lord | | | | | | | |
287 | All earthly charms, however dear | | | | | | | |
288 | As parched in the barren sands | | | | | | | |
289 | How happy is he born or taught | | | | | | | |
290 | How blest are they who always keep | | | | | | | |
291 | Lord, how secure and blest are they | | | | | | | |
292 | How blest is he, who ne'er consents | | | | | | | |
293 | Lord, who's the happy man, that may | | | | | | | |
294 | Who shall tow'rd thy chosen seat | | | | | | | |
295 | Who shall inhabit in thy hill | | | | | | | |
296 | The earth is thine, Jehovah; thine | | | | | | | |
297 | This spacious earth is all the Lord's | | | | | | | |
298 | Thrice happy souls, who, born from heaven | | | | | | | |
299 | Thus far on life's perplexing path | | | | | | | |
300 | Ah wretched souls who strive in vain | | | | | | | |