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| 301 | We praise Thee, Lord with heart and voice | | | | | | | |
| 302 | Christ, the loving Friend of men | | | | | | | |
| 303 | "Glory to God on high," the angels sing | | | | | | | |
| 304 | Hark! the herald angels sing | | | | | | | |
| 305 | O wondrous grace! for guilty men | | | | | | | |
| 306 | Oh, let us hail the Saviour's birth | | | | | | | |
| 307 | Rejoice and be glad, for lo! the morning now is breaking | | | | | | | |
| 308 | The Saviour chose a lowly place | | | | | | | |
| 309 | God of that glorious gift of grace | | | | | | | |
| 310 | Evermore Thine, when the joys of life are dawning | | | | | | | |
| 311 | Lord, we ask Thy richest blessing | | | | | | | |
| 312 | O Saviour, now with joyful heart | | | | | | | |
| 313 | One with my Lord! 'Tis glorious to know | | | | | | | |
| 314 | There's a golden day, and 'tis not far away | | | | | | | |
| 315 | Above the waves of earthly strife | | | | | | | |
| 316 | Away from his home, and the friends of his youth | | | | | | | |
| 317 | Give me the wings of faith to rise | | | | | | | |
| 318 | His warfare now is over | | | | | | | |
| 319 | It's true there's a beautiful city | | | | | | | |
| 320 | Shall we gather at the river | | | | | | | |
| 321 | Shall we meet beyond the river | | | | | | | |
| 322 | Summon'd home, the call has sounded | | | | | | | |
| 323 | When the roll is called in heaven | | | | | | | |
| 324 | God be with you till we meet again! | | | | | | | |
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