# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
201 | Lord, in thy temple we appear | | | | | | | |
202 | I love thy Zion, Lord! | | | | | | | |
203 | Lord, how delightful 'tis to see | | | | | | | |
204 | To thy temple I repair | | | | | | | |
205 | Jesus, we love to meet | | | | | | | |
206 | Now, children, to God's house repair | | | | | | | |
207 | When to the house of God we go | | | | | | | |
208 | Lord of hosts, how lovely fair | | | | | | | |
209 | Baptized into our Saviour's death | | | | | | | |
210 | Baptized into thy name | | | | | | | |
211 | Proclaim, said Christ, my wondrous grace | | | | | | | |
212 | "Forbid them not to come!" | | | | | | | |
213 | In thy baptism God hath plighted | | | | | | | |
214 | Father, Son, and Holy Spirit | | | | | | | |
215 | Jesus is gone above the skies | | | | | | | |
216 | Jesus invites his saints | | | | | | | |
217 | My God! and is thy table spread? | | | | | | | |
218 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
219 | O'er the gloomy hills of darkness | | | | | | | |
220 | Hasten, Lord, the glorious time | | | | | | | |
221 | O God of sovereign grace | | | | | | | |
222 | Lord of the harvest, hear | | | | | | | |
223 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
224 | Watchman! tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
225 | Jesus! in Christian love we meet | | | | | | | |
226 | Sovereign of worlds! display thy power | | | | | | | |
227 | Lord, send thy word, and let it fly | | | | | | | |
228 | When shall the voice of singing | | | | | | | |
229 | O that the Lord's salvation | | | | | | | |
230 | Ascend thy throne, almighty King! | | | | | | | |
231 | Sound, sound the truth abroad! | | | | | | | |
232 | Joy to the world, the Lord is come! | | | | | | | |
233 | On Judah's plains as shepherds sat | | | | | | | |
234 | Come, thou Saviour of our race | | | | | | | |
235 | Hark! the herald angels sing | | | | | | | |
236 | The glorious light is dawning | | | | | | | |
237 | Hark, the glad sound, the Saviour comes | | | | | | | |
238 | When marshall'd on the nightly plain | | | | | | | |
239 | Let us chant the solemn lay | | | | | | | |
240 | Brightest and best of the sons of the morning! | | | | | | | |
241 | Ye saints, proclaim abroad | | | | | | | |
242 | How much better I'm attended | | | | | | | |
243 | See, another year is gone! | | | | | | | |
244 | May this a happy New Year be | | | | | | | |
245 | Great God! we sing that mighty hand | | | | | | | |
246 | Spared to commence another year | | | | | | | |
247 | Another fleeting year | | | | | | | |
248 | The Lord of earth and sky | | | | | | | |
249 | While with ceaseless course the sun | | | | | | | |
250 | Swift the moments fly away | | | | | | | |
251 | Swift as the winged arrow flies | | | | | | | |
252 | When Jesus hung upon the tree | | | | | | | |
253 | Behold th' amazing sight | | | | | | | |
254 | Alas! and did my Saviour bleed | | | | | | | |
255 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
256 | O Sacred Head, now wounded | | | | | | | |
257 | There is a dear and hallowed spot | | | | | | | |
258 | When human hopes all wither | | | | | | | |
259 | Hail! morning known among the blest | | | | | | | |
260 | Angels roll'd the rock away | | | | | | | |
261 | "The Lord is risen indeed" | | | | | | | |
262 | "Christ, the Lord, has ris'n to-day" | | | | | | | |
263 | This is the day the Lord hath made | | | | | | | |
264 | How calm and beautiful the morn | | | | | | | |
265 | Hail the day that sees him rise | | | | | | | |
266 | Majestic sweetness sits enthron'd | | | | | | | |
267 | Arise, ye children, and adore | | | | | | | |
268 | Now let us raise our cheerful strains | | | | | | | |
269 | Great was the day, the joy was great | | | | | | | |
270 | Spirit of truth, on this thy day | | | | | | | |
271 | Great is the Lord our God | | | | | | | |
272 | Faith of our Fathers! living still | | | | | | | |
273 | Saviour, visit thy plantation | | | | | | | |
274 | We wont give up the Bible | | | | | | | |
275 | O Lord, our God, arise | | | | | | | |
276 | Great God, at whose all-pow'rful call | | | | | | | |
277 | Spared to another Spring | | | | | | | |
278 | How beauteous the morning appears | | | | | | | |
279 | To praise the ever-bounteous Lord | | | | | | | |
280 | Fountain of mercy, God of love | | | | | | | |
281 | See the leaves around us falling | | | | | | | |
282 | Stern winter throws his icy chains | | | | | | | |
283 | See, how rude winter's icy hand | | | | | | | |
284 | Winter has a joy for me | | | | | | | |
285 | To thee, let my first off'rings rise | | | | | | | |
286 | Now the shades of night are gone | | | | | | | |
287 | In sleep's serene oblivion laid | | | | | | | |
288 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
289 | O Lord, another day is flown | | | | | | | |
290 | Omnipresent God, whose aid | | | | | | | |
291 | The day is past and gone | | | | | | | |
292 | O thou, before whose gracious throne | | | | | | | |
293 | I thank the Lord who lives on high | | | | | | | |
294 | God of my life, look gently down | | | | | | | |
295 | O gracious Lord, whose mercies rise | | | | | | | |
296 | My god, my Father, whilst I stray | | | | | | | |
297 | Are nature's charms all hidden | | | | | | | |
298 | My rest is in heaven, my rest is not here | | | | | | | |
299 | Lord, what is life? 'Tis like a flower | | | | | | | |
300 | Life is a span, a fleeting hour | | | | | | | |