# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
98 | Eternal source of every joy! | | | | | | | |
99 | The Lord my pasture shall prepare | | | | | | | |
100 | Raise your triumphant songs | | | | | | | |
101 | Sing, my soul, his wondrous love | | | | | | | |
102 | My grateful soul, for ever praise | | | | | | | |
103 | Indulgent Father, how divine | | | | | | | |
104 | Father, whose everlasting love | | | | | | | |
105 | Eternal depth of love divine | | | | | | | |
106 | Bless, O my soul, the living God | | | | | | | |
107 | Awake, awake the sacred song | | | | | | | |
108 | Lord of every land and nation | | | | | | | |
109 | Ere the blue heavens were stretched abroad | | | | | | | |
110 | Bright King of glory, dreadful God | | | | | | | |
111 | My song shall bless the Lord of all | | | | | | | |
112 | Hark, the glad sound, the Saviour comes | | | | | | | |
113 | To those who fear and trust the Lord | | | | | | | |
114 | Not all the blood of beasts | | | | | | | |
115 | Thou, very Paschal Lamb | | | | | | | |
116 | When poison spreading through their veins | | | | | | | |
117 | The true Messiah now appears | | | | | | | |
118 | O thou, whose offering on the tree | | | | | | | |
119 | We come with joyful song | | | | | | | |
120 | Bright and joyful is the morn | | | | | | | |
121 | Hark!--the herald angels sing | | | | | | | |
122 | While shepherds watched their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
123 | Mortals, awake, with angels join | | | | | | | |
124 | The race that long in darkness pined | | | | | | | |
125 | Shepherds, rejoice, lift up your eyes | | | | | | | |
126 | Hail, thou long expected Jesus | | | | | | | |
127 | Angels! from the realms of glory | | | | | | | |
128 | Brightest and best of the sons of the morning | | | | | | | |
129 | Holy Lamb, who thee confess | | | | | | | |
130 | Abashed be all the boast of age | | | | | | | |
131 | In duties and in sufferings too | | | | | | | |
132 | Behold, where in a mortal form | | | | | | | |
133 | Jesus, and didst thou condescend | | | | | | | |
134 | How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound | | | | | | | |
135 | And is the gospel peace and love? | | | | | | | |
136 | My dear Redeemer, and my Lord | | | | | | | |
137 | When at a distance, Lord, we trace | | | | | | | |
138 | 'Father divine,' the Saviour cried | | | | | | | |
139 | Behold the Saviour of mankind | | | | | | | |
140 | Alas! and did my Saviour bleed? | | | | | | | |
141 | Plunged in a gulf of dark despair | | | | | | | |
142 | In vain we seek for peace with God | | | | | | | |
143 | Hark! the voice of love and mercy! | | | | | | | |
144 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
145 | Ye that pass by, behold the man! | | | | | | | |
146 | Stretched on the cross, the Saviour dies | | | | | | | |
147 | Of him who did salvation bring | | | | | | | |
148 | 'Tis finished--so the Saviour cried | | | | | | | |
149 | Yes! the Redeemer rose | | | | | | | |
150 | 'The Lord is risen indeed' | | | | | | | |
151 | 'Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day' | | | | | | | |
152 | Lo, the stone is rolled away | | | | | | | |
153 | Ye humble souls, that seek the Lord | | | | | | | |
154 | This is the day the Lord hath made | | | | | | | |
155 | The Lord of Sabbath, let us praise | | | | | | | |
156 | He dies, the Friend of sinners dies! | | | | | | | |
157 | When I the lonely grave survey | | | | | | | |
158 | Come, see the place where Jesus lay | | | | | | | |
159 | Father, God, we glorify | | | | | | | |
160 | Hail the day that sees him rise | | | | | | | |
161 | Wide, ye heavenly gates, unfold | | | | | | | |
162 | Our Lord is risen from the dead | | | | | | | |
163 | Lord, when thou didst ascend on high | | | | | | | |
164 | Arise, my soul, arise | | | | | | | |
165 | Coming through our great High-Priest | | | | | | | |
166 | Jesus, by his own precious blood | | | | | | | |
167 | Oft hast thou, Lord, in tender love | | | | | | | |
168 | Hail, thou once despised Jesus! | | | | | | | |
169 | He lives--the great Redeemer lives! | | | | | | | |
170 | Rejoice, the Lord is King | | | | | | | |
171 | God is gone up on high | | | | | | | |
172 | My heart and voice I raise | | | | | | | |
173 | Jerusalem divine | | | | | | | |
174 | Earth, rejoice, our Lord is King! | | | | | | | |
175 | Come let us join our cheerful songs | | | | | | | |
176 | O the delights, the heavenly joys | | | | | | | |
177 | All hail, the power of Jesus' name! | | | | | | | |
178 | Now let us raise our cheerful strains | | | | | | | |
179 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
180 | My heart is full of Christ, and longs | | | | | | | |
181 | Ye virgin souls, arise | | | | | | | |
182 | Come, Desire of nations, come! | | | | | | | |
183 | By faith we find the place above | | | | | | | |
184 | Lo! he comes, with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
185 | The Lord shall come! the earth shall quake | | | | | | | |
186 | He comes! he comes! the judge severe! | | | | | | | |
187 | How happy are the little flock | | | | | | | |
188 | Join all the glorious names | | | | | | | |
189 | Christ, the true anointed Seer | | | | | | | |
190 | Whom Jesus' blood doth sanctify | | | | | | | |
191 | With joy we meditate the grace | | | | | | | |
192 | Now let our cheerful eyes survey | | | | | | | |
193 | Where high the heavenly temple stands | | | | | | | |
194 | Entered the holy place above | | | | | | | |
195 | Christ, whose glory fills the skies | | | | | | | |
196 | Rock of Ages! cleft for me | | | | | | | |
197 | Jesus, thou Man of Sorrows!--born | | | | | | | |