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101 | Father, how wide Thy glory shines! | | | | | | | |
102 | Salvation, oh, the joyful sound! | | | | | | | |
103 | Ere the blue heavens were stretch'd abroad | | | | | | | |
104 | Hosanna to the royal Son | | | | | | | |
105 | He who on earth as man was known | | | | | | | |
106 | Thou art the way; to Thee alone | | | | | | | |
107 | I've found the pearl of greatest price | | | | | | | |
108 | One there is above all others | | | | | | | |
109 | With joy we meditate the grace | | | | | | | |
110 | Joy to the world! the Lord has come! | | | | | | | |
111 | Hark, the glad sound, the Saviour comes | | | | | | | |
112 | High let us swell our tuneful notes | | | | | | | |
113 | Give thanks to God most high | | | | | | | |
114 | Ye saints, proclaim abroad | | | | | | | |
115 | How sweetly flow'd the gospel sound | | | | | | | |
116 | My dear Redeemer, and my Lord! | | | | | | | |
117 | Behold, where in a mortal form | | | | | | | |
118 | What grace, O Lord, and beauty shone | | | | | | | |
119 | How beauteous were the marks divine | | | | | | | |
120 | Go to dark Gethsemane | | | | | | | |
121 | A pilgrim through this lonely world | | | | | | | |
122 | O Lord, when we the path retrace | | | | | | | |
123 | Behold, the blind their sight receive! | | | | | | | |
124 | And didst Thou, Jesus, condescend | | | | | | | |
125 | 'Tis midnight; and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
126 | Thou sweet gliding Kedron, by thy silver streams | | | | | | | |
127 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
128 | Alas! and did my Saviour bleed | | | | | | | |
129 | I saw One hanging on a tree | | | | | | | |
130 | O Sacred Head, now wounded | | | | | | | |
131 | Behold th' amazing sight | | | | | | | |
132 | "Stricken, smitten, and afflicted" | | | | | | | |
133 | In the cross of Christ I glory | | | | | | | |
134 | How condescending and how kind | | | | | | | |
135 | Not all the blood of beasts | | | | | | | |
136 | There is a fountain fill'd with blood | | | | | | | |
137 | Enslaved by sin, and bound in chains | | | | | | | |
138 | Hark! the voice of love and mercy | | | | | | | |
139 | Dearest of all the names above | | | | | | | |
140 | He dies! the Friend of sinners dies! | | | | | | | |
141 | Thou art my hiding-place, O Lord! | | | | | | | |
142 | Arise, my soul, arise | | | | | | | |
143 | He lives, the great Redeemer lives | | | | | | | |
144 | Jesus, my great High Priest | | | | | | | |
145 | Th' atoning work is done | | | | | | | |
146 | O Thou, the contrite sinners' Friend! | | | | | | | |
147 | Jesus, my Advocate above | | | | | | | |
148 | Weary of wand'ring from my God | | | | | | | |
149 | All hail the power of Jesus' name! | | | | | | | |
150 | Hail! Thou once despiséd Jesus! | | | | | | | |
151 | Oh, for a thousand tongues to sing | | | | | | | |
152 | Jesus, our Head, once crown'd with thorns | | | | | | | |
153 | Hail to the Lord's Anointed | | | | | | | |
154 | Hail! my ever blessèd Jesus | | | | | | | |
155 | Plunged in a gulf of dark despair | | | | | | | |
156 | To our Redeemer's glorious name | | | | | | | |
157 | Majestic sweetness sits enthroned | | | | | | | |
158 | Glory to God on high! | | | | | | | |
159 | Oh, could I speak the matchless worth | | | | | | | |
160 | Come, let us join our cheerful songs | | | | | | | |
161 | Now let us raise our cheerful strains | | | | | | | |
162 | Hark! ten thousand harps and voices | | | | | | | |
163 | Join all the glorious names | | | | | | | |
164 | What equal honors shall we bring | | | | | | | |
165 | Oh, the delights, the heavenly joys | | | | | | | |
166 | Jesus, in Thy transporting name | | | | | | | |
167 | Great God! to what a glorious height | | | | | | | |
168 | Now begin the heavenly theme | | | | | | | |
169 | Awake, my soul, in joyful lays | | | | | | | |
170 | Brightest and best of the sons of the morning! | | | | | | | |
171 | When, marshall'd on the nightly plain | | | | | | | |
172 | Lamb of God, we fall before Thee | | | | | | | |
173 | Jesus, Sun of Righteousness | | | | | | | |
174 | Jesus! and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
175 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
176 | Jesus! the very thought of Thee | | | | | | | |
177 | O Jesus! King most wonderful | | | | | | | |
178 | O love divine, how sweet thou art! | | | | | | | |
179 | Let songs of praises fill the sky! | | | | | | | |
180 | Eternal Spirit! we confess | | | | | | | |
181 | Come, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove | | | | | | | |
182 | Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove | | | | | | | |
183 | Come, Holy Spirit, calm my mind | | | | | | | |
184 | Eternal Spirit, source of light | | | | | | | |
185 | Amidst a world of hopes and fears | | | | | | | |
186 | Gracious Spirit - Love divine! | | | | | | | |
187 | Holy Ghost, with light divine | | | | | | | |
188 | Sure the blest Comforter is nigh | | | | | | | |
189 | Why should the children of a King | | | | | | | |
190 | O Spirit of the living God | | | | | | | |
191 | See what a living stone | | | | | | | |
192 | Behold the sure foundation-stone | | | | | | | |
193 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
194 | Oh, where are kings and empires now | | | | | | | |
195 | With heavenly power, O Lord, defend | | | | | | | |
196 | O Holy Lord, our God | | | | | | | |
197 | Let Zion's watchmen all awake | | | | | | | |
198 | How beauteous are their feet | | | | | | | |
199 | Lord of the Church, we humbly pray | | | | | | | |
200 | Father of mercies, bow Thine ear | | | | | | | |