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101 | Sweet is the prayer whose holy stream | | | | | | | |
102 | Watchman! tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
103 | A voice from the desert comes awful and shrill | | | | | | | |
104 | Darkness o'er the world was brooding | | | | | | | |
105 | While shepherds watched their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
106 | Calm on the listening ear of night | | | | | | | |
107 | O lovely Voices of the sky | | | | | | | |
108 | Brightest and best of the sons of the morning | | | | | | | |
109 | Hark! the glad sound! the Saviour comes | | | | | | | |
110 | Joy to the world! the Lord is come! | | | | | | | |
111 | Sons of men, behold from far | | | | | | | |
112 | Behold, the Prince of Peace | | | | | | | |
113 | As oft, with worn and weary feet | | | | | | | |
114 | Holy Son of God most high! | | | | | | | |
115 | Fear was within the tossing bark | | | | | | | |
116 | The aged sufferer waited long | | | | | | | |
117 | Lord, in whose might the Saviour trod | | | | | | | |
118 | He was there alone, when even | | | | | | | |
119 | How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound | | | | | | | |
120 | Ever patient, loving, meek | | | | | | | |
121 | Come, said Jesus' sacred voice | | | | | | | |
122 | O, not to crush with abject fear | | | | | | | |
123 | "See how he loved!" exclaimed the Jews | | | | | | | |
124 | How beauteous were the marks divine | | | | | | | |
125 | He lived as none but he has lived | | | | | | | |
126 | Birds have their quiet nest | | | | | | | |
127 | On the dark wave of Galilee | | | | | | | |
128 | Dark were the paths our Master trod | | | | | | | |
129 | O suffering Friend of human kind! | | | | | | | |
130 | "Father divine!" the Saviour cried | | | | | | | |
131 | A voice upon the midnight air | | | | | | | |
132 | He knelt; the Saviour knelt and prayed | | | | | | | |
133 | Burden of shame and woe! | | | | | | | |
134 | In the Saviour's hour of death | | | | | | | |
135 | Jews were wrought to cruel madness | | | | | | | |
136 | It is finished! glorious word | | | | | | | |
137 | Lift your glad voices in triumph on high | | | | | | | |
138 | On earth was darkness spread | | | | | | | |
139 | According to Thy gracious word | | | | | | | |
140 | O thou, who in the garden's shade | | | | | | | |
141 | "It is finished!" Man of sorrows! | | | | | | | |
142 | It was no path of flowers | | | | | | | |
143 | Go to dark Gethsemane | | | | | | | |
144 | When my love to Christ grows weak | | | | | | | |
145 | In the cross of Christ we glory | | | | | | | |
146 | If love, the noblest, purest, best | | | | | | | |
147 | My dear Redeemer, and my Lord | | | | | | | |
148 | When arise the thoughts of sin | | | | | | | |
149 | In vain we thus recall to mind | | | | | | | |
150 | O, what though our feet may not tread where Christ trod | | | | | | | |
151 | "O, not for these alone I pray" | | | | | | | |
152 | Not in this simple rite alone | | | | | | | |
153 | Bread of heaven, on thee we feed | | | | | | | |
154 | When, blest Redeemer, thou art near | | | | | | | |
155 | Not in the name of pride | | | | | | | |
156 | O thou great Friend to all the sons of men | | | | | | | |
157 | A holy air is breathing round | | | | | | | |
158 | O, here, if ever, God of love! | | | | | | | |
159 | "Come who will," the voice from heaven | | | | | | | |
160 | Come unto me, when shadows darkly gather | | | | | | | |
161 | Come to Jesus, O my brothers | | | | | | | |
162 | Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish | | | | | | | |
163 | Through thee as we together came | | | | | | | |
164 | The peace which God bestows | | | | | | | |
165 | Forth went the heralds of the cross | | | | | | | |
166 | Thanks to God for those who came | | | | | | | |
167 | For all Thy saints, O God | | | | | | | |
168 | God of the prophets' power! | | | | | | | |
169 | Mark the soft falling snow | | | | | | | |
170 | Behold the sun, how bright | | | | | | | |
171 | "Thy kingdom come!" The heathen lands | | | | | | | |
172 | O God! the darkness roll away | | | | | | | |
173 | Lord Jesus, come! for here | | | | | | | |
174 | Thou, whose almighty word | | | | | | | |
175 | Who shall behold the glorious day | | | | | | | |
176 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
177 | Pour, blessed gospel, glorious news for man | | | | | | | |
178 | Triumphant Zion! lift thy head | | | | | | | |
179 | Daughter of Zion! from the dust | | | | | | | |
180 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
181 | O fairest-born of Love and Light | | | | | | | |
182 | All men are equal in their birth | | | | | | | |
183 | Was it in vain that Jesus prayed | | | | | | | |
184 | Hush the loud cannon's roar | | | | | | | |
185 | How long, O Lord, his brother's blood | | | | | | | |
186 | Lord! thou didst arise and say | | | | | | | |
187 | The Past is dark with sin and shame | | | | | | | |
188 | Hark! through the waking earth | | | | | | | |
189 | God made all his creatures free | | | | | | | |
190 | Oppression shall not always reign | | | | | | | |
191 | O pure Reformers! not in vain | | | | | | | |
192 | Hear what God, the Lord, hath spoken | | | | | | | |
193 | Our blest Redeemer, ere he breathed | | | | | | | |
194 | The Spirit in our hearts | | | | | | | |
195 | Brother, hast thou wandered far | | | | | | | |
196 | Turn, child of doubt, estranged from God! | | | | | | | |
197 | Soul! celestial in thy birth | | | | | | | |
198 | O, not alone with outward sign | | | | | | | |
199 | Acquaint thee, O spirit, acquaint thee with God | | | | | | | |
200 | Thou must be born again! | | | | | | | |