# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
101 | Ye saints, proclaim abroad | | | | | | | |
102 | The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know | | | | | | | |
103 | Come, Jesus, Redeemer, abide thou with me | | | | | | | |
104 | Though faint, yet pursuing, we go on our way | | | | | | | |
105 | O garden of Olivet, thou dear honored spot | | | | | | | |
106 | The heavens declare thy glory, Lord, in every star | | | | | | | |
107 | God, in the gospel of his [the] Son | | | | | | | |
108 | Sweet is the work, my [O] [our] God, [and] [my] [our] King | | | | | | | |
109 | Come dearest Lord, and bless this day | | | | | | | |
110 | O come, loud anthems let us sing, loud thanks | | | | | | | |
111 | Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest | | | | | | | |
112 | Jesus, where'er thy people meet | | | | | | | |
113 | How precious is the book divine | | | | | | | |
114 | This is the day the Lord hath [has] made, He calls | | | | | | | |
115 | With joy we hail the sacred day | | | | | | | |
116 | Come dearest Lord, and feed thy sheep | | | | | | | |
117 | Frequent the [this] day of [O] God returns | | | | | | | |
118 | Again our earthly cares we leave | | | | | | | |
119 | Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high | | | | | | | |
120 | Thine earthly Sabbath [Sabbaths], Lord we love | | | | | | | |
121 | Another six days' work is done | | | | | | | |
122 | My opening eyes with rapture see | | | | | | | |
123 | Great God, attend, while Zion sings [children sing] [here we sing] | | | | | | | |
124 | Great Sun of righteousness, arise | | | | | | | |
125 | I love the sacred book of God | | | | | | | |
126 | Come, O Creator Spirit blest | | | | | | | |
127 | Hark, the glad sound, the Savior comes | | | | | | | |
128 | Joy to the world, the Lord is [has] come | | | | | | | |
129 | Mortals, awake, with angels join | | | | | | | |
130 | Sing to the Lord, ye [you] distant lands | | | | | | | |
131 | Calm on the listening ear of night | | | | | | | |
132 | O Savior of our race | | | | | | | |
133 | The Advent of our God, Our prayers now employ | | | | | | | |
134 | The Son of Man shall come | | | | | | | |
135 | Come, Lord, and tarry not, bring the long looked for day | | | | | | | |
136 | The church has waited long | | | | | | | |
137 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
138 | Hark, the herald angels sing, glory to the newborn King | | | | | | | |
139 | Now begin the heavenly theme | | | | | | | |
140 | While with ceaseless [careless] course the sun | | | | | | | |
141 | For thy mercy and thy grace | | | | | | | |
142 | Hark, what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
143 | Come, Thou long expected Jesus [Savior], Born to set thy people free | | | | | | | |
144 | Crown his head with endless blessing | | | | | | | |
145 | Brightest and best of the sons [stars] of the morning | | | | | | | |
146 | Light of those whose dreary dwelling | | | | | | | |
147 | Hark! an awful voice is sounding | | | | | | | |
148 | When Jordan hushed his [its] waters still | | | | | | | |
149 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
150 | All praise to Thee, eternal Lord | | | | | | | |
151 | Our Helper, God, we bless his [thy] name | | | | | | | |
152 | Great God, we sing that mighty hand | | | | | | | |
153 | Hark! hark! the notes of joy | | | | | | | |
154 | Blow ye [you] the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
155 | One sole baptismal sign | | | | | | | |
156 | Welcome, delightful morn, Thou [Sweet] day of sacred rest | | | | | | | |
157 | Christ is our cornerstone | | | | | | | |
158 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
159 | Rise, crowned with light, great Salem, rise | | | | | | | |
160 | Why droops my soul [our souls] with grief [guilt] [sin] oppressed | | | | | | | |
161 | 'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
162 | ôTis finished, so the Savior cried, and meekly | | | | | | | |
163 | Come, let us sing the song of songs | | | | | | | |
164 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
165 | Hail to the Lord's anointed | | | | | | | |
166 | O Sacred Head now [once] [sore] wounded [surrounded] | | | | | | | |
167 | Lord Jesus, by thy passion | | | | | | | |
168 | I lay my sins on Jesus | | | | | | | |
169 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
170 | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? | | | | | | | |
171 | O Thou, whose tender mercy hears | | | | | | | |
172 | How oft, alas, this [our] wretched [sinful] [wicked] heart | | | | | | | |
173 | Dear Father, to Thy mercy seat, My soul for shelter flies | | | | | | | |
174 | Alas what hourly dangers rise | | | | | | | |
175 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
176 | Suffering Son of man, be near me | | | | | | | |
177 | In the cross of Christ I [we] glory, towering | | | | | | | |
178 | Jesus, full of all compassion | | | | | | | |
179 | Humbly now, with deep contrition | | | | | | | |
180 | May the grace of Christ [God] our [the] Savior | | | | | | | |
181 | Not all the blood of beast [beasts], On Jewish altars | | | | | | | |
182 | O'erwhelmed in depths of woe | | | | | | | |
183 | Did Christ o'er sinner's weep | | | | | | | |
184 | Like sheep we went astray | | | | | | | |
185 | The Lord is risen indeed | | | | | | | |
186 | My few revolving years, how swift they glide away | | | | | | | |
187 | God of mercy, God of love [grace], Hear | | | | | | | |
188 | Savior, when in dust to Thee, low we bow | LITANY | | | | | | |
189 | Sovereign Ruler, Lord of all | | | | | | | |
190 | "It is finished!" shall we raise | | | | | | | |
191 | Surely Christ thy grief [griefs] [sins] hath [has] borne | | | | | | | |
192 | He dies, the friend of sinners dies | | | | | | | |
193 | O Savior, who for man hast [has] trod The winepress of the wrath of God | | | | | | | |
194 | Our Lord is risen from the dead, Our Jesus [Savior] is gone | | | | | | | |
195 | Lift up your heads, ye gates, And wide | | | | | | | |
196 | Come, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove | | | | | | | |
197 | Spirit of mercy, truth, and love | | | | | | | |
198 | The morning purples all the sky | | | | | | | |
199 | O Love, which lightens all distress | | | | | | | |
200 | Triumphant, Christ ascends on high | | | | | | | |