# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
201 | Praise to the Lord on high | | | | | | | |
202 | Raise your triumphant songs | | | | | | | |
203 | Now for a tune of lofty praise | | | | | | | |
204 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me | | | | | | | |
205 | 'Tis midnight - and, on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
206 | Behold the Saviour of mankind | | | | | | | |
207 | 'Tis finish'd! so the Saviour cried | | | | | | | |
208 | He dies! - the friend of sinners dies! | | | | | | | |
209 | Hark, from yonder mount arise | | | | | | | |
210 | Hark! the herald angels say | | | | | | | |
211 | Yes, the Redeemer rose; The Saviour left the dead | | | | | | | |
212 | Lo! the rock is roll'd away | | | | | | | |
213 | Our Lord is risen from the dead | | | | | | | |
214 | All hail the power of Jesus' name! | | | | | | | |
215 | Come, Holy Spirit, heav'nly dove | | | | | | | |
216 | Come, Holy Spirit, come | | | | | | | |
217 | Gracious Spirit, Love divine | | | | | | | |
218 | O thou, that hearest prayer | | | | | | | |
219 | Come, Holy Spirit, calm my mind | | | | | | | |
220 | Descend from heav'n, immortal Dove | | | | | | | |
221 | Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay | | | | | | | |
222 | Come, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove | | | | | | | |
223 | Sure the blest Comforter is nigh | | | | | | | |
224 | Holy Ghost! with light divine | | | | | | | |
225 | Lord, we come before thee now | | | | | | | |
226 | Come, my soul, thy suit prepare | | | | | | | |
227 | Author of good, to thee we turn | | | | | | | |
228 | Forgive us, Lord, to thee we cry | | | | | | | |
229 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
230 | While thee I seek, protecting pow'r | | | | | | | |
231 | Savior visit thy plantation | | | | | | | |
232 | Love divine! all love excelling | | | | | | | |
233 | O Lord, thy work revive | | | | | | | |
234 | The Prince of salvation in triumph is riding | | | | | | | |
235 | Now we hail the happy dawning | | | | | | | |
236 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
237 | Let Zion and her sons rejoice | | | | | | | |
238 | Blow ye the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
239 | On the mountain's top appearing | | | | | | | |
240 | O Sun of righteousness, arise | | | | | | | |
241 | O Zion, tune thy voice And raise thy hands on high | | | | | | | |
242 | Watchman! tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
243 | See, from Zion's sacred mountain | | | | | | | |
244 | Watchmen! onward to your stations | | | | | | | |
245 | They have gone to the land where the patriarchs rest | | | | | | | |
246 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
247 | Unbound loveliness is thine | | | | | | | |
248 | Daughter of Zion, awake from thy sadness | | | | | | | |
249 | Jesus, we bow before thy throne | | | | | | | |
250 | Hail to the Lord's anointed! | | | | | | | |
251 | Ye trembling captives, hear! | | | | | | | |
252 | Sovereign of worlds, display thy pow'r | | | | | | | |
253 | Daughter of Zion, from the dust | | | | | | | |
254 | Indulgent Sovereign of the skies | | | | | | | |
255 | O God of sovereign grace | | | | | | | |
256 | Arm of the Lord, awake, awake! | | | | | | | |
257 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
258 | From all who dwell below the skies | | | | | | | |
259 | O for a shout of sacred joy | | | | | | | |
260 | Now be the gospel banner | | | | | | | |
261 | Oh haste, with every gift inspired | | | | | | | |
262 | Look, ye saints, the day is breaking | | | | | | | |
263 | In this calm impressive hour | | | | | | | |
264 | Blest morning, whose first dawning rays | | | | | | | |
265 | Thine earthly sabbaths, Lord, we love | | | | | | | |
266 | Now, to thy sacred house | | | | | | | |
267 | To thy temple we repair | | | | | | | |
268 | How charming is the place | | | | | | | |
269 | Lord of hosts, how lovely fair | | | | | | | |
270 | Long have we heard the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
271 | Ye messengers of Christ | | | | | | | |
272 | Ye servants of God, Your Master proclaim | | | | | | | |
273 | How beauteous are their feet | | | | | | | |
274 | I love thy kingdom, Lord | | | | | | | |
275 | Father of mercies in thy word | | | | | | | |
276 | Laden with guilt, and full of fears | | | | | | | |
277 | Hail, sacred truth, whose piercing rays | | | | | | | |
278 | How precious is the book divine | | | | | | | |
279 | Thou that dost my life prolong | | | | | | | |
280 | We lift our hearts to thee | | | | | | | |
281 | How sweet the melting lay | | | | | | | |
282 | Awake, my drowsy soul | | | | | | | |
283 | Great God, to thee my evening song | | | | | | | |
284 | All praise to thee, my God, this night | | | | | | | |
285 | Indulgent Father, by whose care | | | | | | | |
286 | Now, from labour and from care | | | | | | | |
287 | Perpetual blessings from above | | | | | | | |
288 | Softly now, the light of day | | | | | | | |
289 | God of evening and of morning | | | | | | | |
290 | Come, let us anew Our journey pursue | | | | | | | |
291 | Awake, ye saints and raise your eyes | | | | | | | |
292 | Sweet is the time of spring | | | | | | | |
293 | Cease, ye mourners, cease to languish | | | | | | | |
294 | Unvail thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
295 | How bless'd the righteous when he dies | | | | | | | |
296 | Hear what the voice from heav'n proclaims | | | | | | | |
297 | Happy soul, thy days are ended | | | | | | | |
298 | When the vale of death appears | | | | | | | |
299 | That once lov'd form now cold and dead | | | | | | | |
300 | How still and peaceful is the grave | | | | | | | |