# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
100 | Lord of the worlds above | | | | | | | |
101 | The Lord Jehovah reigns, His throne is built on high | | | | | | | |
102 | Upward I lift mine eyes | | | | | | | |
103 | All people that on earth do dwell | | | | | | | |
104 | Before Jehovah's awful throne | | | | | | | |
105 | From all that dwell below the skies | | | | | | | |
106 | How pleased and blest was I | | | | | | | |
107 | 'Tis heaven begun below | | | | | | | |
108 | O worship the King, All glorious above | | | | | | | |
109 | Ye servants of God, Your Master proclaim | | | | | | | |
110 | Songs of praise the angels sang | | | | | | | |
111 | Holy, holy, holy Lord, Be Thy gracious name adored | | | | | | | |
112 | Praise to Him whose love has given | | | | | | | |
113 | The royal banners forward go | | | | | | | |
114 | Father of Heaven, whose love profound | | | | | | | |
115 | I'll praise my Maker with my breath | | | | | | | |
116 | The Lord our God is full of might | | | | | | | |
117 | Keep silence, all created things | | | | | | | |
118 | Our Heavenly Father calls | | | | | | | |
119 | My soul, repeat His praise | | | | | | | |
120 | The pity of the Lord | | | | | | | |
121 | High in the heavens, eternal God | | | | | | | |
122 | Bless, O my soul, the living God | | | | | | | |
123 | Come, O my soul, in sacred lays | | | | | | | |
124 | Jehovah, God, Thy gracious power | | | | | | | |
125 | Since all the varying scenes of time | | | | | | | |
126 | Laden with guilt, and full of fears | | | | | | | |
127 | A glory gilds the sacred page | | | | | | | |
128 | How precious is the book divine | | | | | | | |
129 | The heavens declare Thy glory, Lord | | | | | | | |
130 | God, in the gospel of His Son | | | | | | | |
131 | Father of mercies, in Thy Word | | | | | | | |
132 | Lamp of our feet, whereby we trace | | | | | | | |
133 | Hail, sacred truth, whose piercing rays | | | | | | | |
134 | O Word of God incarnate | | | | | | | |
135 | He comes in blood-stained garments | | | | | | | |
136 | Salvation, O the joyful sound! | | | | | | | |
137 | Plunged in a gulf of dark despair | | | | | | | |
138 | Thou art the Way: to Thee alone | | | | | | | |
139 | O Jesus, when I think of Thee | | | | | | | |
140 | The Saviour calls, let every ear | | | | | | | |
141 | Dearest of all the names above | | | | | | | |
142 | Grace, 'tis a charming sound | | | | | | | |
143 | Awake, and sing the song | | | | | | | |
144 | Sweet is Thy mercy, Lord | | | | | | | |
145 | Raise your triumphant songs | | | | | | | |
146 | How heavy is the night | | | | | | | |
147 | The race that long in darkness pined | | | | | | | |
148 | While shepherds watched their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
149 | Hark, the glad sound, the Saviour comes | | | | | | | |
150 | Joy to the world, the Lord is come | | | | | | | |
151 | Sing to the Lord, ye distant lands | | | | | | | |
152 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
153 | Hark! the herald angels sing | | | | | | | |
154 | Bright and joyful is the morn | | | | | | | |
155 | As with gladness men of old | | | | | | | |
156 | When marshalled on the nightly plain | | | | | | | |
157 | What star is this, with beams so bright | | | | | | | |
158 | When Jordan hushed his waters still | | | | | | | |
159 | Brightest and best of the sons of the morning | | | | | | | |
160 | Hark! what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
161 | Come, Thou long-expected Jesus | | | | | | | |
162 | Brightness of the Father's glory | | | | | | | |
163 | Angels, from the realms of glory | | | | | | | |
164 | Jesus came, the heavens adoring | | | | | | | |
165 | It came upon the midnight clear | | | | | | | |
166 | Calm on the listening ear of night | | | | | | | |
167 | Behold, where, in a mortal form | | | | | | | |
168 | My dear Redeemer, and my Lord | | | | | | | |
169 | Awhile in spirit, Lord, to Thee | | | | | | | |
170 | When, like a stranger on our sphere | | | | | | | |
171 | How beauteous were the marks divine | | | | | | | |
172 | O, where is He that trod the sea | | | | | | | |
173 | 'Tis midnight; and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
174 | Ye that pass by, behold the Man | | | | | | | |
175 | Lord Jesus, when we stand afar | | | | | | | |
176 | Go to dark Gethsemane | | | | | | | |
177 | Lord, in this Thy mercy's day | | | | | | | |
178 | O sacred Head, now wounded | | | | | | | |
179 | O Jesus, Thou art standing | | | | | | | |
180 | Alas! and did my Saviour bleed? | | | | | | | |
181 | O Jesus, sweet the tears I shed | | | | | | | |
182 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
183 | "'Tis finished!" so the Saviour cried | | | | | | | |
184 | O come, and mourn with me awhile | | | | | | | |
185 | Come, let us sing the song of songs | | | | | | | |
186 | Now to the Lord, who makes us know | | | | | | | |
187 | Where high the heavenly temple stands | | | | | | | |
188 | Hark, the voice of love and mercy | | | | | | | |
189 | Glory, glory everlasting | | | | | | | |
190 | Surely Christ thy griefs hath borne | | | | | | | |
191 | Hearts of stone, relent, relent | | | | | | | |
192 | He dies, the friend of sinners dies | | | | | | | |
193 | He lives, the great Redeemer lives | | | | | | | |
194 | Our Lord is risen from the dead | | | | | | | |
195 | "I know that my Redeemer lives" | | | | | | | |
196 | Yes, the Redeemer rose | | | | | | | |
197 | The happy morn is come | | | | | | | |
198 | Done is the work that saves | | | | | | | |
199 | How calm and beautiful the morn | | | | | | | |