# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
1 | O worship the King | | | | | | | |
2 | Thee we adore, eternal Lord! | | | | | | | |
3 | God is in his holy temple | | | | | | | |
4 | Stand up, and bless the Lord | | | | | | | |
5 | Crown his head with endless blessing | | | | | | | |
6 | Fountain of love! thyself true God! | | | | | | | |
7 | Abide among us with thy grace | | | | | | | |
8 | Call Jehovah thy salvation | | | | | | | |
9 | Inspirer and Hearer of prayer | | | | | | | |
10 | "Abba, Father," we approach thee | | | | | | | |
11 | Glory to God on high! | | | | | | | |
12 | Bright the vision that delighted | | | | | | | |
13 | When morning gilds the skies | | | | | | | |
14 | Jesus is God! The solid earth | | | | | | | |
15 | Jesus, Lord of life and glory | | | | | | | |
16 | Praise be thine, most Holy Spirit | | | | | | | |
17 | We plow the fields, and scatter | | | | | | | |
18 | Glory be to God the Father | | | | | | | |
19 | Of the Father's love begotten | | | | | | | |
20 | The prophet gave the sign | | | | | | | |
21 | What star is this, with beams so bright | | | | | | | |
22 | Angels from the realms of glory | | | | | | | |
23 | It came upon the midnight clear | | | | | | | |
24 | We'll sing in spite of scorn | | | | | | | |
25 | Songs of thankfulness and praise | | | | | | | |
26 | Earth has many a noble city | | | | | | | |
27 | The Word, with God the Father One | | | | | | | |
28 | This heavenly child in stature grows | | | | | | | |
29 | O Sion, open wide thy gates | | | | | | | |
30 | The ancient law departs | | | | | | | |
31 | O blessed day, when first was poured | | | | | | | |
32 | Forty days and forty nights | | | | | | | |
33 | Lo! from the desert homes | | | | | | | |
34 | O wondrous type, O vision fair | | | | | | | |
35 | In days of old on Sini | | | | | | | |
36.I | Sing, my tongue, the glorious battle | | | | | | | |
36.II | Now the thirty years accomplished | | | | | | | |
37 | Many woes had Christ endured | | | | | | | |
38 | O head, blood-stained and wounded | | | | | | | |
39 | O head, so full of bruises! | | | | | | | |
40 | Behold, behold the Lamb of God | | | | | | | |
41 | O sacred head, surrounded | | | | | | | |
42 | All ye who pass by | | | | | | | |
43 | Himself he could not save | | | | | | | |
44 | O come and mourn with me awhile | | | | | | | |
45 | No blood, no altar now | | | | | | | |
46 | No, not the love without the blood | | | | | | | |
47 | The royal banners forward go | | | | | | | |
48 | O'erwhelmed in depths of woe | | | | | | | |
49 | Done is the work that saves! | | | | | | | |
50 | Christ has done the mighty work | | | | | | | |
51 | The cross stands firm; no blast of time | | | | | | | |
52 | Saviour, when in dust to thee | | | | | | | |
53 | Thy works, not mine, O Christ | | | | | | | |
54 | O love divine, what hast thou done! | | | | | | | |
55 | O love of God, how strong and true | | | | | | | |
56 | Wherefore weep we over Jesus | | | | | | | |
57 | All is o'er--the pain, the sorrow | | | | | | | |
58 | Resting from his work to-day | | | | | | | |
59 | A pathway opens from the tomb | | | | | | | |
60 | Alleluia, alleluia! Hearts to heaven and voices raise | | | | | | | |
61 | Rise, glorious Conqueror, rise | | | | | | | |
62 | The day of resurrection! | | | | | | | |
63 | With laud and loud thanksgiving | | | | | | | |
64 | Thou art gone up on high | | | | | | | |
65 | Look, ye saints; the sight is glorious | | | | | | | |
66 | It is the voice of love divine | | | | | | | |
67 | See the Conqueror mounts in triumph | | | | | | | |
68 | All glory, laud, and honor | | | | | | | |
69 | The Son of God in mighty love | | | | | | | |
70 | Thee we acknowledge God and Lord | | | | | | | |
71 | My faith looks up to thee | | | | | | | |
72 | Once, only once, and once for all | | | | | | | |
73 | Thou art near--yes, Lord I feel it | | | | | | | |
74 | Alleluia, sing to Jesus | | | | | | | |
75 | Yes, for me, for me he careth | | | | | | | |
76 | Hosanna! raise the pealing hymn | | | | | | | |
77 | While darkness yet hovers | | | | | | | |
78 | Bride of the Lamb, awake! awake! | | | | | | | |
79 | Christ is coming! let creation | | | | | | | |
80 | The Church has waited long | | | | | | | |
81 | Come, Lord, and tarry not | | | | | | | |
82 | How oft the morn has cheated us | | | | | | | |
83 | Give ear, O earth, give ear! | | | | | | | |
84 | O quickly come, dread Judge of all | | | | | | | |
85 | The world is very evil | | | | | | | |
86 | "Come, Lord Jesus! O come quickly!" | | | | | | | |
87 | Hark! the cry, "Behold he cometh" | | | | | | | |
88 | Rejoice, rejoice, believers! | | | | | | | |
89 | The night is wearing fast away | | | | | | | |
90 | My life's a shade, my days | | | | | | | |
91 | Lord, our longing hearts grow weary | | | | | | | |
92 | Hark! 'tis the watchman's cry! | | | | | | | |
93 | My soul, amid this stormy world | | | | | | | |
94 | Lo! he comes with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
95 | Time's sun is fast setting | | | | | | | |
96 | Descend, O sinner, to thy woe! | | | | | | | |
97 | No room for mirth or trifling here | | | | | | | |
98 | Beyond the hills where suns go down | | | | | | | |
99 | Messiah! at thy glad approach | | | | | | | |