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201 | Praise to God, immortal praise | | | | | | | |
202 | My God! all nature owns thy sway | | | | | | | |
203 | Praise the Lord! ye heavens adore him | | | | | | | |
204 | The spacious firmament on high | | | | | | | |
205 | I sing the mighty power of God | | | | | | | |
206 | Word of the ever-living God! | | | | | | | |
207 | How perfect is thy word | | | | | | | |
208 | The heavens declare thy glory, Lord! | | | | | | | |
209 | Teach me, O, teach me, Lord! thy way | | | | | | | |
210 | Upon the Gospel's sacred page | | | | | | | |
211 | A glory gilds the sacred page | | | | | | | |
212 | Lamp of our feet! whose hallowed beam | | | | | | | |
213 | Let all the heathen writers join | | | | | | | |
214 | It is the one true light | | | | | | | |
215 | God, in the Gospel of his Son | | | | | | | |
216 | Mark the soft-falling snow | | | | | | | |
217 | Behold, the morning sun | | | | | | | |
218 | Imposture shrinks from light | | | | | | | |
219 | Father of mercies! in thy Word | | | | | | | |
220 | Lamp of our feet! whereby we trace | | | | | | | |
221 | Word by God the Father sent | | | | | | | |
222 | The starry firmament on high | | | | | | | |
223 | O lovely Voices of the sky | | | | | | | |
224 | When marshalled on the nightly plain | | | | | | | |
225 | Behold the sun, how bright | | | | | | | |
226 | Thou, whose almighty word | | | | | | | |
227 | Now gird your patient loins again | | | | | | | |
228 | Depart awhile, each thought of care | | | | | | | |
229 | O day to which the seas and sky | | | | | | | |
230 | Hark! what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
231 | While shepherds watched their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
232 | Angels, from the realms of glory | | | | | | | |
233 | Wake! the welcome day appeareth | | | | | | | |
234 | 'Twas in the East, the mystic East | | | | | | | |
235 | When Jordan hushed his waters still | | | | | | | |
236 | Brightest and best of the sons of the morning | | | | | | | |
237 | John was the prophet of the Lord | | | | | | | |
238 | Calm on the listening ear of night | | | | | | | |
239 | We come not with a costly store | | | | | | | |
240 | Come, thou long-expected Saviour | | | | | | | |
241 | Behold the Prince of Peace! | | | | | | | |
242 | Sons of men, behold from far | | | | | | | |
243 | Hark, the glad sound! the Saviour comes | | | | | | | |
244 | We meditate the day | | | | | | | |
245 | The race that long in darkness pined | | | | | | | |
246 | The wondering sages trace from far | | | | | | | |
247 | Wake the song of jubilee | | | | | | | |
248 | See, from on high, a light divine | | | | | | | |
249 | Messiah Lord! who, wont to dwell | | | | | | | |
250 | Around Bethesda's healing wave | | | | | | | |
251 | O'er the dark wave of Galilee | | | | | | | |
252 | Ride on, ride on in majesty! | | | | | | | |
253 | As Jesus sought his wandering sheep | | | | | | | |
254 | When Jesus' friend had ceased to be | | | | | | | |
255 | Lord! in thy garden agony | | | | | | | |
256 | A voice upon the midnight air | | | | | | | |
257 | Dark was the night, and cold the ground | | | | | | | |
258 | The morning dawns upon the place | | | | | | | |
259 | 'Twas the day when God's Anointed | | | | | | | |
260 | "'Tis finished!"--so the Saviour cried | | | | | | | |
261 | Angel, roll the rock away! | | | | | | | |
262 | Christ the Lord is risen to-day | | | | | | | |
263 | Ye humble souls, that seek the Lord | | | | | | | |
264 | On earth was darkness spread | | | | | | | |
265 | Lift your glad voices in triumph on high | | | | | | | |
266 | Jesus lives! no longer now | | | | | | | |
267 | Jesus, lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
268 | How sweetly flowed the Gospel's sound | | | | | | | |
269 | My dear Redeemer, and my Lord | | | | | | | |
270 | Go to dark Gethsemane | | | | | | | |
271 | The fiery steed and flaming car | | | | | | | |
272 | The winds were howling o'er the deep | | | | | | | |
273 | Cheer up, desponding soul | | | | | | | |
274 | O, could we speak the matchless worth | | | | | | | |
275 | Jesus, thou source of calm repose | | | | | | | |
276 | Thou art the Way,--and he who sighs | | | | | | | |
277 | Thou, Lord! by mortal eyes unseen | | | | | | | |
278 | How blest thy creature is, O God | | | | | | | |
279 | Long as the darkening cloud abode | | | | | | | |
280 | Come! said Jesus' sacred voice | | | | | | | |
281 | O, cease, my wandering soul | | | | | | | |
282 | Jesus, and can it ever be | | | | | | | |
283 | Jesus, thine all-victorious love | | | | | | | |
284 | Earth has nothing sweet or fair | | | | | | | |
285 | Jesus, I my cross have taken | | | | | | | |
286 | When, my Saviour, shall I be | | | | | | | |
287 | O, see how Jesus trusts himself | | | | | | | |
288 | Come, O thou universal good! | | | | | | | |
289 | Jesus, the very thought of thee | | | | | | | |
290 | O Jesus, Lord of all below | | | | | | | |
291 | Christ, whose glory fills the sky | | | | | | | |
292 | My spirit longeth for Thee | | | | | | | |
293 | Christ leads me through no darker rooms | | | | | | | |
294 | "See how he loved!" exclaimed the Jews | | | | | | | |
295 | How beauteous were the marks divine | | | | | | | |
296 | O thou great Friend to all the sons of men | | | | | | | |
297 | To thee, O God! we homage pay | | | | | | | |
298 | Not to the terrors of the Lord | | | | | | | |
299 | The law by Moses came | | | | | | | |
300 | Saviour of the sin-sick soul | | | | | | | |