# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
a204 | Shepherds! hail the wondrous stranger | | | | | | | |
a205 | O Thou holy God! come down | | | | | | | |
a206 | While shepherds watch'd their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
a207 | Awake--awake the sacred song | | | | | | | |
a208 | Angels rejoiced and sweetly sung | | | | | | | |
a209 | Hark! what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
a210 | Angels, from the realms of glory | | | | | | | |
a211 | Lord, Thy glory fills the heaven | | | | | | | |
a212 | Mighty God! while angels bless Thee | | | | | | | |
a213 | Praise the Lord! ye heavens adore Him | | | | | | | |
a214 | The scene around me disappears | | | | | | | |
a215 | No war nor battle's sound | | | | | | | |
a216 | Joy to the world, the Lord is come! | | | | | | | |
a217 | Mortals, awake, with angels join | | | | | | | |
a218 | Hark, the glad sound! the Saviour comes! | | | | | | | |
a219 | Calm on the listening ear of night | | | | | | | |
a220 | Messiah! at Thy glad approach | | | | | | | |
a221 | Hark, what celestial sounds | | | | | | | |
a222 | Hark! hark!--the notes of joy | | | | | | | |
a223 | See, daylight is fading o'er earth and o'er ocean | | | | | | | |
a224 | When through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming | | | | | | | |
a225 | While nature was sinking in stillness to rest | | | | | | | |
a226 | Thou sweet gliding Kedron, by thy silver streams | | | | | | | |
a227 | O'er the dark wave of Galilee | | | | | | | |
a228 | When Jordan hushed his waters still | | | | | | | |
a229 | How sweetly flowed the gospel sound | | | | | | | |
a230 | How beauteous were the marks divine | | | | | | | |
a231 | Lord! in Thy garden agony | | | | | | | |
a232 | Have we no tears to shed for Him | | | | | | | |
a233 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
a234 | Ride on, ride on in majesty! | | | | | | | |
a235 | He dies!-- the friend of sinners dies | | | | | | | |
a236 | Jews were wrought to cruel madness | | | | | | | |
a237 | At the cross her station keeping | | | | | | | |
a238 | See the Lord of glory dying | | | | | | | |
a239 | 'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
a240 | Behold the Man! how glorious He! | | | | | | | |
a241 | From Calvary a cry was heard | | | | | | | |
a242 | 'Tis finished!--so the Saviour cried | | | | | | | |
a243 | Lord, what a heaven of saving grace | | | | | | | |
a244 | 'Twas on that dark, that doleful night | | | | | | | |
a245 | The morning dawns upon the place | | | | | | | |
a246 | He knelt; the Saviour knelt and prayed | | | | | | | |
a247 | O Sacred Head, now wounded | | | | | | | |
a248 | Behold the Lamb! | | | | | | | |
a249 | The Saviour, what a noble flame | | | | | | | |
a250 | Behold, where, in a mortal form | | | | | | | |
a251 | Behold the Saviour of mankind | | | | | | | |
a252 | O Thou eternal King most high! | | | | | | | |
a253 | Jesus, our Lord, ascend Thy throne | | | | | | | |
a254 | Why is thy face so lit with smiles | | | | | | | |
a255 | Yes, the Redeemer rose | | | | | | | |
a256 | God is gone up on high | | | | | | | |
a257 | Ye saints! your music bring | | | | | | | |
a258 | Join all the glorious names | | | | | | | |
a259 | Jesus--transporting name! | | | | | | | |
a260 | Our Lord is risen from the dead | | | | | | | |
a261 | Hail! morning known among the blest | | | | | | | |
a262 | Hosanna to the living Lord! | | | | | | | |
a263 | Now for a tune of lofty praise | | | | | | | |
a264 | When I the holy grave survey | | | | | | | |
a265 | Where high the heavenly temple stands | | | | | | | |
a266 | Hail to the Prince of life and peace | | | | | | | |
a267 | Oh! for a shout of sacred joy | | | | | | | |
a268 | Triumphant, Christ ascends on high | | | | | | | |
a269 | The head that once was crown'd with thorns | | | | | | | |
a270 | He, who on earth as man was known | | | | | | | |
a271 | Now let our cheerful eyes survey | | | | | | | |
a272 | With joy we meditate the grace | | | | | | | |
a273 | Ye humble souls, that seek the Lord | | | | | | | |
a274 | Holy, holy, holy, Lord! | | | | | | | |
a275 | Holy, holy, holy Lord! | | | | | | | |
a276 | Morning breaks upon the tomb | | | | | | | |
a277 | Angels, roll the rock away! | | | | | | | |
a278 | Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day | | | | | | | |
a279 | Glory, glory to our King! | | | | | | | |
a280 | Hail the day that sees Him rise | | | | | | | |
a281 | The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know | | | | | | | |
a282 | Brightest and best of the sons of the morning! | | | | | | | |
a283 | Lift your glad voices in triumph on high | | | | | | | |
a284 | How calm and beautiful the morn | | | | | | | |
a285 | O sing unto my soul, my love | | | | | | | |
a286 | Beyond the starry skies | | | | | | | |
a287 | The Lord is risen indeed" | | | | | | | |
a288 | Enthroned is Jesus now | | | | | | | |
a289 | Our blest Redeemer, ere he breathed | | | | | | | |
a290 | When God of old came down from heav'n | | | | | | | |
a291 | No track is on the sunny sky | | | | | | | |
a292 | Rise, glorious Conqueror, rise | | | | | | | |
a293 | Head of the hosts in glory! | | | | | | | |
a294 | Sing, sing His lofty praise | | | | | | | |
a295 | Let us awake our joys | | | | | | | |
a296 | Hark! ten thousand harps and voices | | | | | | | |
a297 | Look ye saints;-- the sight is glorious | | | | | | | |
a298 | Hail, thou happy morn, so glorious! | | | | | | | |
a299 | Hail, thou once despised Jesus! | | | | | | | |
a300 | Hark! the voice of love and mercy | | | | | | | |
a301 | God the Lord a King remaineth | | | | | | | |
a302 | That day of wrath! that dreadful day | | | | | | | |
a303 | God of eternity, from Thee | | | | | | | |