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102 | Hark, a thrilling voice is sounding | | | | | | | |
103 | Hark the glad sound! the Savior comes | | | | | | | |
104 | I saw and, lo, a great white throne | | | | | | | |
105 | Lo, he comes with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
106 | On Jordan’s bank the Baptist’s cry | | | | | | | |
107 | The Lord will come; the earth shall quake | | | | | | | |
108 | Watch now, ye Christians, watch and pray | | | | | | | |
109 | When Christ the Lord would come on earth | | | | | | | |
110 | Angels, from the realms of glory | | | | | | | |
111 | Christians, awake! salute the happy morn | | | | | | | |
112 | Hark, the herald angels sing | | | | | | | |
113 | Hark, what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
114 | Now let our mingling voices rise | | | | | | | |
115 | O come, all ye faithful | | | | | | | |
116 | While shepherds watched their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
117 | Go forward in your course | | | | | | | |
118 | Little children, dwell in love | | | | | | | |
119 | O thou, who gav’st thy servant grace | | | | | | | |
120 | Holy Jesus, mighty Lord | | | | | | | |
121 | O who are they, so pure and bright | | | | | | | |
122 | Across the sky the shades of night | | | | | | | |
123 | Another year hath fled; renew | | | | | | | |
124 | For thy mercy and thy grace | | | | | | | |
125 | Sing we, brethren faithful-hearted | | | | | | | |
126 | The old year’s long campaign over | | | | | | | |
127 | The tide of time is rolling on | | | | | | | |
128 | Time by moments steals away | | | | | | | |
129 | While, with ceaseless course, the sun | | | | | | | |
130 | As with gladness men of old | | | | | | | |
131 | Bethlehem, of noblest cities | | | | | | | |
132 | Brightest and best of the sons of the morning | | | | | | | |
133 | From the eastern mountains | | | | | | | |
134 | Hail, thou source of every blessing | | | | | | | |
135 | Not by thy mighty hand | | | | | | | |
136 | O Lord of health and life, what tongue can tell | | | | | | | |
137 | Songs of thankfulness and praise | | | | | | | |
138 | What star is this, more glorious far | | | | | | | |
139 | Alleluia, song of gladness | | | | | | | |
140 | Creator of the world, to thee | | | | | | | |
141 | Almighty God, thy word is cast | | | | | | | |
142 | Blessed Savior, thou hast taught us | | | | | | | |
143 | Awhile in spirit, Lord, to thee | | | | | | | |
144 | Have mercy, Lord, on me | | | | | | | |
145 | How shall a contrite spirit pray | | | | | | | |
146 | Jesus, Lord, we kneel before thee | | | | | | | |
147 | Lord, in this thy mercy’s day | | | | | | | |
148 | No, not despairingly | | | | | | | |
149 | O Lord, turn not thy face from me | | | | | | | |
150 | Weary of earth, and laden with my sin | | | | | | | |
151 | When wounded sore, the stricken heart | | | | | | | |
152 | All glory, laud, and honor | | | | | | | |
153 | Is not this our King and Prophet | | | | | | | |
154 | Ride on, ride on in majesty | | | | | | | |
155 | And now, beloved Lord, thy soul resigning | | | | | | | |
156 | Bound upon the accursed tree | | | | | | | |
157 | By the cross, sad vigil keeping | | | | | | | |
158 | Forth goes the standard of our King | | | | | | | |
159 | Hail, thou head, so bruised and torn | | | | | | | |
160 | In the Lord’s atoning grief | | | | | | | |
161 | It is finished! It is finished! all the untold agony | | | | | | | |
162 | O come and mourn with me awhile | | | | | | | |
163 | O Jesus, Lord most merciful | | | | | | | |
164 | Throned upon the awful Tree | | | | | | | |
165 | To whom but thee, O God of grace | | | | | | | |
166 | When I survey the wondrous Cross | | | | | | | |
167 | Who is this that comes from Edom | | | | | | | |
168 | Jesus, in thy dying woes | | | | | | | |
169 | O thou, who though with veiled Face | | | | | | | |
170 | All is o’er, the pain, the sorrow | | | | | | | |
171 | O pallid, gentle, grief-worn face | | | | | | | |
172 | So rest, my Rest | | | | | | | |
173 | Weeping as they go their way | | | | | | | |
174 | At the Lamb’s high feast we sing | | | | | | | |
175 | Christ the Lord is risen again | | | | | | | |
176 | Christ the Lord is risen today (Leeson) | | | | | | | |
177 | Come, see the place where Jesus lay | | | | | | | |
178 | Alleluia, Alleluia, hearts to heaven and voices raise | | | | | | | |
179 | Jesus Christ is risen today | | | | | | | |
180 | Morn’s roseate hues have decked | | | | | | | |
181 | On the resurrection morning | | | | | | | |
182 | Sing, with all the sons of glory | | | | | | | |
183 | The day of Resurrection | | | | | | | |
184 | The happy morn is come! | | | | | | | |
185 | The foe behind, the deep before | | | | | | | |
186 | The Son of David bowed to die | | | | | | | |
187 | Lord, in thy name thy servants plead | | | | | | | |
188 | O throned, O crowned with all renown | | | | | | | |
189 | As Christ our Savior’s gone before | | | | | | | |
190 | At length, the longed-for joy is given | | | | | | | |
191 | Hail the day that sees him rise | | | | | | | |
192 | Hark, the vault of heaven is ringing | | | | | | | |
193 | He is gone. A cloud of light | | | | | | | |
194 | Lift up your heads, eternal gates | | | | | | | |
195 | O God, the King of glory, who | | | | | | | |
196 | See the Conqueror mounts in triumph | | | | | | | |
197 | Thou art gone up on high | | | | | | | |
198 | Spirit of mercy, truth and love | | | | | | | |
199 | Come, Holy Ghost, our souls inspire | | | | | | | |
200 | Come, Holy Ghost, who ever One | | | | | | | |
201 | Come, O Creator, Spirit blest | | | | | | | |