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101 | Thee we adore, eternal Word! | | | | | | | |
102 | Glory to God! who reigns above | | | | | | | |
103 | On Judah's plains as shepherds sat | | | | | | | |
104 | Hark! what celestial notes | | | | | | | |
105 | Hark, the glad sound, the Savior comes | | | | | | | |
106 | Raise your triumphant songs | | | | | | | |
107 | Joy to the world! the Lord has come! | | | | | | | |
108 | High let us swell our tuneful notes | | | | | | | |
109 | Praise ye the Lord, who reigns above | | | | | | | |
110 | Give thanks to God most high | | | | | | | |
111 | My song shall bless the Lord of all | | | | | | | |
112 | Ye saints, proclaim abroad | | | | | | | |
113 | Brightest and best of the sons of the morning! | | | | | | | |
114 | My dear Redeemer, and my Lord! | | | | | | | |
115 | Behold, where in a mortal form | | | | | | | |
116 | God of my mercy and my praise! | | | | | | | |
117 | "Father divine," the Savior cried | | | | | | | |
118 | When at a distance, Lord, we trace | | | | | | | |
119 | Behold, the blind their sight receive! | | | | | | | |
120 | And is the gospel peace and love? | | | | | | | |
121 | Thou art the way; to thee alone | | | | | | | |
122 | 'Tis midnight--and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
123 | Come, let our mournful songs record | | | | | | | |
124 | Behold the Savior of mankind | | | | | | | |
125 | Stretch'd on the cross, the Savior dies | | | | | | | |
126 | "Stricken, smitten, and afflicted" | | | | | | | |
127 | 'Twas for our sake, eternal God | | | | | | | |
128 | With ecstasy of joy | | | | | | | |
129 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
130 | And shall we still be slaves | | | | | | | |
131 | How condescending and how kind | | | | | | | |
132 | Here at thy cross, my dying Lord | | | | | | | |
133 | Alas! and did my Savior bleed | | | | | | | |
134 | The law by Moses came | | | | | | | |
135 | Hosanna to the Son | | | | | | | |
136 | Come, let us join our cheerful songs | | | | | | | |
137 | Author of life and bliss! | | | | | | | |
138 | "'Tis finished!" --so the Savior cried | | | | | | | |
139 | Hark! the voice of love and mercy | | | | | | | |
140 | Come, let us lift our voices high | | | | | | | |
141 | Behold th' amazing sight | | | | | | | |
142 | Now be that sacrifice survey'd | | | | | | | |
143 | Hark! 'tis our heav'nly Leader's voice | | | | | | | |
144 | He dies, the friend of sinners dies! | | | | | | | |
145 | Angel, roll the rock away | | | | | | | |
146 | Ye humble souls that seek the Lord | | | | | | | |
147 | "Christ, the Lord, has ris'n to-day" | | | | | | | |
148 | See what a living stone | | | | | | | |
149 | Yes, the Redeemer rose | | | | | | | |
150 | "The Lord is risen indeed" | | | | | | | |
151 | Rejoice, ye shining worlds on high | | | | | | | |
152 | Jesus, our triumphant Head | | | | | | | |
153 | The Lord of life, with glory crown'd | | | | | | | |
154 | What equal honors shall we bring | | | | | | | |
155 | Our Lord has risen from the dead | | | | | | | |
156 | Well, the Redeemer's gone | | | | | | | |
157 | Arise, my soul, arise | | | | | | | |
158 | "I know that my Redeemer lives" | | | | | | | |
159 | Now let us raise our cheerful strains | | | | | | | |
160 | O the delights, the heav'nly joys | | | | | | | |
161 | When marshal'd on the nightly plain | | | | | | | |
162 | O thou, whose beams serenely bright | | | | | | | |
163 | Ye worlds of light, that roll so near | | | | | | | |
164 | Rock of ages, cleft for me! | | | | | | | |
165 | One there is, above all others | | | | | | | |
166 | Poor, weak, and worthless, though I am | | | | | | | |
167 | Jesus, lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
168 | Deep are the wounds which sin has made | | | | | | | |
169 | How lost was my condition | | | | | | | |
170 | Israel, in ancient days | | | | | | | |
171 | Paschal Lamb, by God appointed | | | | | | | |
172 | Eternal Spirit! we confess | | | | | | | |
173 | Come, gracious Spirit, heav'nly Dove | | | | | | | |
174 | Come, holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove | | | | | | | |
175 | My hope, my portion, and my God | | | | | | | |
176 | For ever blessed be the Lord | | | | | | | |
177 | Sure the blest Comforter is nigh | | | | | | | |
178 | Amidst a world of hopes and fears | | | | | | | |
179 | O that the Lord would guide my ways | | | | | | | |
180 | Holy Ghost, dispel our sadness | | | | | | | |
181 | Eternal Spirit, source of light | | | | | | | |
182 | Now is th' accepted time | | | | | | | |
183 | Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched | | | | | | | |
184 | Come, sinners, to the gospel feast | | | | | | | |
185 | What could your Redeemer do | | | | | | | |
186 | Blow ye the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
187 | Sinners, will you scorn the message | | | | | | | |
188 | Let ev'ry ear attend | | | | | | | |
189 | Jehovah's grace, how full, how free! | | | | | | | |
190 | What language now salutes the ear | | | | | | | |
191 | O what amazing words of grace | | | | | | | |
192 | Hark! 'tis the Savior's voice I hear | | | | | | | |
193 | "Come hither, all ye weary souls | | | | | | | |
194 | The Savior calls; let ev'ry ear | | | | | | | |
195 | The King of heav'n his table spreads | | | | | | | |
196 | See, from Zion's sacred mountain | | | | | | | |
197 | In evil long I took delight | | | | | | | |
198 | Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor | | | | | | | |
199 | Ye hearts with youthful vigor warm | | | | | | | |
200 | Amazing sight, the Savior stands | | | | | | | |