# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
201 | High let us swell our tuneful notes | | | | | | | |
202 | Hark the glad sound! the Savior comes! | | | | | | | |
203 | The race that long in darkness pine | | | | | | | |
204 | Angels rejoiced and sweetly sung | | | | | | | |
205 | Awake, awake, the sacred song | | | | | | | |
206 | It came upon the midnight clear | | | | | | | |
207 | Bright was the guiding star that led | | | | | | | |
208 | While shepherds watched their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
209 | Mortals! awake, with angels join | | | | | | | |
210 | Calm on the listening ear of night | | | | | | | |
211 | Shepherds, rejoice--lift up your eyes | ARCADIA | | | | | | |
212 | When marshaled on the nightly plain | | | | | | | |
213 | When Jordan hushed his waters still | | | | | | | |
214 | Father, our hearts we lift | | | | | | | |
215 | Behold, the grace appears | | | | | | | |
216 | We come with joyful song | | | | | | | |
217 | Hark! hark! the notes of joy | | | | | | | |
218 | Lo! GOD, our God, has come | | | | | | | |
219 | Hark! the herald angels sing | | | | | | | |
220 | Bright and joyful is the morn | | | | | | | |
221 | Sons of men! behold from far | | | | | | | |
222 | Hark! what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
223 | Shepherds! hail the wondrous stranger | | | | | | | |
224 | Come, thou long-expected Jesus! | | | | | | | |
225 | Angels! from the realms of glory | | | | | | | |
226 | Brightest and best of the sons of the morning! | | | | | | | |
227 | Hail, to the brightness of Zion's glad morning! | | | | | | | |
228 | In stature grows the heavenly Child | | | | | | | |
229 | A pilgrim through this lonely world | | | | | | | |
230 | Oh, where is he that trod the sea? | | | | | | | |
231 | O Lord, when we the path retrace | | | | | | | |
232 | What grace, O Lord! and beauty shone | | | | | | | |
233 | Thou art the Way,--to thee alone | | | | | | | |
234 | How wondrous was the burning zeal | | | | | | | |
235 | See, from on high, a light divine | | | | | | | |
236 | Behold where, in the Friend of man | | | | | | | |
237 | Incarnate Word! by every grief | | | | | | | |
238 | When, in the form of mortal man | | | | | | | |
239 | My dear Redeemer and my Lord | | | | | | | |
240 | When, like a stranger on our sphere | | | | | | | |
241 | Whene'er the angry passions rise | | | | | | | |
242 | How beauteous were the marks divine | | | | | | | |
243 | How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound | | | | | | | |
244 | Behold the Man! how glorious he! | | | | | | | |
245 | Oh, wondrous type, oh, vision fair | | | | | | | |
246 | At even ere the sun was set | | | | | | | |
247 | Behold! the blind their sight receive | | | | | | | |
248 | Ride on, ride on in majesty! | | | | | | | |
249 | When power divine, in mortal form | | | | | | | |
250 | Jesus wept! those tears are over | | | | | | | |
251 | Ever would I fain be reading | | | | | | | |
252 | Once upon the heaving ocean | | | | | | | |
253 | 'Tis midnight; and on Olives' brow | | | | | | | |
254 | Stretched on the cross the Savior dies! | | | | | | | |
255 | Lord, in thy garden agony | | | | | | | |
256 | From Calvary a cry was heard | | | | | | | |
257 | Oh, suffering Friend of human-kind! | | | | | | | |
258 | He dies! the Friend of sinners dies! | | | | | | | |
259 | The morning dawns upon the place | | | | | | | |
260 | 'Tis finished, so the Savior cried | | | | | | | |
261 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
262 | Soft be the gently breathing notes | | | | | | | |
263 | O thou dear suff'ring son of God | | | | | | | |
264 | Deep in our hearts let us record | | | | | | | |
265 | Beneath thy cross I lay me down | | | | | | | |
266 | Lord Jesus, when we stand afar | | | | | | | |
267 | We sing the praise of him who died | | | | | | | |
268 | Nature, with open volume, stands | | | | | | | |
269 | Jesus, whom angel hosts adore | | | | | | | |
270 | O Love! who gav'st thy life for me | | | | | | | |
271 | How shall the sons of men appear | | | | | | | |
272 | Behold the sin-atoning Lamb | | | | | | | |
273 | Listen, my soul, while Jesus prays | | | | | | | |
274 | Dark was the night, and cold the ground | | | | | | | |
275 | Behold the Savior of mankind | | | | | | | |
276 | And did the holy and the just | | | | | | | |
277 | Oppress'd with noon-day's scorching heat | | | | | | | |
278 | Jesus,-- and didst thou leave the sky | | | | | | | |
279 | There is a dear and hallowed spot | | | | | | | |
280 | In evil long I took delight | | | | | | | |
281 | Alas! and did my Savior bleed? | ALAS AND DID MY SAVIOR BLEED | | | | | | |
282 | Behold! a spotless victim dies | ALAS AND DID MY SAVIOR BLEED | | | | | | |
283 | O Jesus! sweet the tears I shed | | | | | | | |
284 | To Calv'ry, Lord, in spirit, now | | | | | | | |
285 | O Christ! our hope, our heart's desire | | | | | | | |
286 | The royal banner is unfurled | | | | | | | |
287 | Angels! lament; behold! your God | | | | | | | |
288 | Thou Lamb of God! that, on the tree | | | | | | | |
289 | Dearest of all the names above | | | | | | | |
290 | Oh! if my soul was formed for woe | | | | | | | |
291 | As on the cross the Savior hung | | | | | | | |
292 | The true Messiah now appears | | | | | | | |
293 | Behold what pity touched the heart | | | | | | | |
294 | O'erwhelmed in depths of woe | | | | | | | |
295 | The sun withdraws his light | | | | | | | |
296 | Our sins on Christ were laid | | | | | | | |
297 | Not all the blood of beasts | | | | | | | |
298 | Did Christ o'er sinner's weep | | | | | | | |
299 | Like sheep we went astray | | | | | | | |
300 | Are there no wounds for me? | | | | | | | |