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d101 | On earth was darkness spread | | | | | | | |
d102 | Once more thou comest, O delicious spring | | | | | | | |
d103 | Our paschal joy at last is here | | | | | | | |
d104 | Pain and toil are over now | | | | | | | |
d105 | Praise to Christ, with suppliant voices | | | | | | | |
d106 | Purge we out the ancient leaven | | | | | | | |
d107 | Put on thy beautiful robes bride of Christ | | | | | | | |
d108 | Rejoice, dear Christendom, today | | | | | | | |
d109 | Rise again, yes, rise again wilt thou | | | | | | | |
d110 | Rise, heart, thy Lord is risen | | | | | | | |
d111 | Rise, heir of fresh eternity | | | | | | | |
d112 | Sabbath of the saints of old | | | | | | | |
d113 | Saints on earth and saints in light | | | | | | | |
d114 | Savior of mankind, man, Emmaneul | | | | | | | |
d115 | Say, earth, why hast thou got thee new attire | | | | | | | |
d116 | See the land, her Easter keeping | | | | | | | |
d117 | Sing aloud, children, sing to the glorious King | | | | | | | |
d118 | Sleep, sleep, old sun, thou canst not have repast | | | | | | | |
d119 | Smile praises, O sky, soft breathe them, O air | | | | | | | |
d120 | So holy is this day of days | | | | | | | |
d121 | So rest, my [our] Rest, thou forever blest | | | | | | | |
d122 | Spring is in its beauty glowing | | | | | | | |
d123 | Springtide birds are singing | | | | | | | |
d124 | Stand on thy watch tower, Habakkuk the Seer | | | | | | | |
d125 | Still thy sorrow, Magdalena | | | | | | | |
d126 | Sun, shine forth in all thy splendor | | | | | | | |
d127 | Tell us, Gardener, dost thou know | | | | | | | |
d128 | The calm of blessed night | | | | | | | |
d129 | The church of God lifts up her voice | | | | | | | |
d130 | The foe behind, the deep before | | | | | | | |
d131 | The golden palace of my God | | | | | | | |
d132 | The grave now grows thicker, and life's ways more bare | | | | | | | |
d133 | The happy morn is come, Triumphant o'er the grave | | | | | | | |
d134 | The Lord is risen indeed, And are the tidings true | | | | | | | |
d135 | The Lord of life is risen, Sing Easter heralds | | | | | | | |
d136 | The morning purples all the sky | | | | | | | |
d137 | The orient beams of Easter morn | | | | | | | |
d138 | The setting orb of night her level ray | | | | | | | |
d139 | The supper of the Lamb to share | | | | | | | |
d140 | The tomb is empty wouldst thou have it full | | | | | | | |
d141 | The winter is over and gone at last | | | | | | | |
d142 | The world itself keeps Easter day | | | | | | | |
d143 | There went three damsels ere break of day | | | | | | | |
d144 | They bound him well in the dungeon cell | | | | | | | |
d145 | They who with Mary came | | | | | | | |
d146 | This is the day the Lord hath made, And therein joyful we will be | | | | | | | |
d147 | This is the very day of God | | | | | | | |
d148 | Thou hallowed chosen morn of praise | | | | | | | |
d149 | Thou New Jerusalem, arise and shine | | | | | | | |
d150 | Thou, that on the first of Easters | | | | | | | |
d151 | Thou, who to save the world didst die | | | | | | | |
d152 | Thou whose sad heart and weeping head lies low | | | | | | | |
d153 | 'Tis he, 'tis he, I know him now | | | | | | | |
d154 | 'Tis the day of resurrection! Earth, tell it out abroad | | | | | | | |
d155 | To him who for our sins was slain | | | | | | | |
d156 | 'Twas night, still night, a solemn silence hung | | | | | | | |
d157 | Up and away, Thy Savior's gone before | | | | | | | |
d158 | Up, sound your joyful songs victorious | | | | | | | |
d159 | We keep the festival of the slain Lamb | | | | | | | |
d160 | We were not with the faithful few | | | | | | | |
d161 | Weeper, to thee how bright a morn was given | | | | | | | |
d162 | Welcome, O day, in dazzling glory bright | | | | | | | |
d163 | Welcome the triumphal token | | | | | | | |
d164 | What faithless, froward, sinful man | | | | | | | |
d165 | What glories light, how bright a sun | | | | | | | |
d166 | What said he, Mary, unto thee | | | | | | | |
d167 | Who comes, my soul no longer doubt | | | | | | | |
d168 | Who deems the Savior dead | | | | | | | |
d169 | Who from the fiery furnace saved the three | | | | | | | |
d170 | Who is this that comes from Edom | | | | | | | |
d171 | With Isr'l's God who can compare | | | | | | | |
d172 | Words may not thy glory tell | | | | | | | |
d173 | Ye choirs of new Jerusalem | | | | | | | |
d174 | Ye sons and daughters of the King | | | | | | | |
d175 | Yes, the Redeemer rose [lives]; The Savior left the dead | | | | | | | |