# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
201 | Great Ruler of all nature's frame | | | | | | | |
202 | God's power directs the rushing wind | | | | | | | |
203 | The God who reigns alone | | | | | | | |
204 | Through endless years thou art the same | | | | | | | |
205 | How gracious and how wise | | | | | | | |
206 | Commit thou all thy griefs | | | | | | | |
207 | Word of the ever living God! | | | | | | | |
208 | Mark the soft-falling snow | | | | | | | |
209 | Father of all, in whom alone | | | | | | | |
210 | Upon the Gospel's sacred page | | | | | | | |
211 | The Spirit breathes upon the word | | | | | | | |
212 | Hear, O my people! to my law | | | | | | | |
213 | Now to the Lord a noble song! | | | | | | | |
214 | Behold, the morning sun | | | | | | | |
215 | How shall the young secure their hearts | | | | | | | |
216 | Blest are the souls that hear and know | | | | | | | |
217 | Imposture shrinks from light | | | | | | | |
218 | Lord, I have made thy word my choice | | | | | | | |
219 | Let all the heathen writers join | | | | | | | |
220 | How precious is the book divine | | | | | | | |
221 | The heavens declare thy glory, Lord! | | | | | | | |
222 | 'T was by an order from the Lord | | | | | | | |
223 | How beauteous are their feet | | | | | | | |
224 | Father of mercies! in thy word | | | | | | | |
225 | Thy sacred book we would survey | | | | | | | |
226 | Watchman! tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
227 | Calm on the listening ear of night | | | | | | | |
228 | While shepherds watched their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
229 | Hark! what celestial sounds | | | | | | | |
230 | When in silence, o'er the deep | | | | | | | |
231 | Brightest and best of the sons of the morning | | | | | | | |
232 | Bright was the guiding star, that led | | | | | | | |
233 | Hark, the glad sound! the Saviour comes! | | | | | | | |
234 | The race that long in darkness pined | | | | | | | |
235 | Joy to the world! the Lord is come! | | | | | | | |
236 | Hail to the Lord's anointed! | | | | | | | |
237 | John was the prophet of the Lord | | | | | | | |
238 | Behold the Prince of Peace! | | | | | | | |
239 | In Judah's rugged wilderness | | | | | | | |
240 | Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish | | | | | | | |
241 | Come, thou long-expected Jesus! | | | | | | | |
242 | The Savior comes! no outward pomp | | | | | | | |
243 | How sweetly flowed the Gospel's sound | | | | | | | |
244 | Let every mortal ear attend | | | | | | | |
245 | Come, said Jesus' sacred voice | | | | | | | |
246 | Come unto me, all ye who mourn | | | | | | | |
247 | Come weary souls with sin distressed | | | | | | | |
248 | Come hither, all ye weary souls | | | | | | | |
249 | And is the Gospel peace and love? | | | | | | | |
250 | Thus said Jesus: Go and do | | | | | | | |
251 | Behold the blind their sight receive! | | | | | | | |
252 | Awake. our souls! and bless His name | | | | | | | |
253 | My dear Redeemer and my Lord | | | | | | | |
254 | Thou art the Way; and he who sighs | | | | | | | |
255 | Thou art the Way; by thee alone | | | | | | | |
256 | Jesus and can it ever be | | | | | | | |
257 | As Jesus sought his wandering sheep | | | | | | | |
258 | To thee, O God! we homage pay | | | | | | | |
259 | Behold, where in a mortal form | | | | | | | |
260 | Around Bethesda's healing wave | | | | | | | |
261 | When power divine, in mortal form | | | | | | | |
262 | Fear was within the tossing bark | | | | | | | |
263 | Lord! thou didst arise and say | | | | | | | |
264 | "See how he loved!" exclaimed the Jews | | | | | | | |
265 | The winds were howling o'er the deep | | | | | | | |
266 | O'er the dark wave of Galilee | | | | | | | |
267 | Were not the sinful Mary's tears | | | | | | | |
268 | Ride on, ride on in majesty! | | | | | | | |
269 | From Olivet's sequestered seats | | | | | | | |
270 | Why doth my Savior weep | | | | | | | |
271 | He knelt,--the Saviour knelt and prayed | | | | | | | |
272 | The morning dawns upon the place | | | | | | | |
273 | O suffering Friend of human kind! | | | | | | | |
274 | Behold the man! how glorious he! | | | | | | | |
275 | Go to dark Gethsemane | | | | | | | |
276 | Thou, who didst stoop below | | | | | | | |
277 | Burden of shame and woe! | | | | | | | |
278 | Bound upon the accursed tree | | | | | | | |
279 | "Father divine!" the Saviour cried | | | | | | | |
280 | " 'Tis finished!" so the Saviour cried | | | | | | | |
281 | He dies! the friend of sinners dies! | | | | | | | |
282 | It is finished! glorious word | | | | | | | |
283 | Behold the amazing sight | | | | | | | |
284 | Ye humble souls, that seek the Lord | | | | | | | |
285 | Morning breaks upon the tomb | | | | | | | |
286 | Angel! roll the rock stone away! | | | | | | | |
287 | Hail the day that sees him rise | | | | | | | |
288 | O ye immortal throng | | | | | | | |
289 | In the cross of Christ I glory | | | | | | | |
290 | Christ, whose glory fills the skies | | | | | | | |
291 | O could we speak the matchless worth | | | | | | | |
292 | All hail the power of Jesus' name! | | | | | | | |
293 | O'er mountain-tops the mount of God | | | | | | | |
294 | Who shall behold the glorious day | | | | | | | |
295 | There's not a hope, with comfort fraught | | | | | | | |
296 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
297 | Let not the wise their wisdom boast | | | | | | | |
298 | Not to the terrors of the Lord | | | | | | | |
299 | Sing we the song of those who stand | | | | | | | |
300 | The saints of earth and those above | | | | | | | |