# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
101 | Praise, my soul, the King of heaven | | | | | | | |
102 | O worship the King, all-glorious above | | | | | | | |
103 | The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know | | | | | | | |
104 | Yes! our shepherd leads with gentle hand | | | | | | | |
105 | Awake, my tongue; thy tribute bring | | | | | | | |
106 | My God, how excellent thy grace! | | | | | | | |
107 | Give to our God immortal praise | | | | | | | |
108 | O love, beyond conception great | | | | | | | |
109 | Lord, what is man! Extremes how wide | | | | | | | |
110 | O love of God, how strong and true! | | | | | | | |
111 | Father! how wide thy glory shines! | | | | | | | |
112 | Eternal Wisdom, thee we praise | | | | | | | |
113 | Come, ye that know and fear the Lord! | | | | | | | |
114 | God! my supporter and my hope | | | | | | | |
115 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
116 | God is love; his mercy brightens | | | | | | | |
117 | When Jordan hushed his waters still | | | | | | | |
118 | Behold the woman's promis'd seed! | | | | | | | |
119 | In hymns of praise, eternal God | | | | | | | |
120 | It came upon the midnight clear | | | | | | | |
121 | Mortals! awake, with angels join | | | | | | | |
122 | To us a child of hope is born | | | | | | | |
123 | Calm on the listening ear of night | | | | | | | |
124 | Hark, the glad sound! the Saviour comes! | | | | | | | |
125 | Joy to the world; the Lord is come! | | | | | | | |
126 | Hark! the herald angels sing | | | | | | | |
127 | Bright and joyful was the morn | | | | | | | |
128 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
129 | He has come! the Christ of God | | | | | | | |
130 | God with us! O glorious name! | | | | | | | |
131 | Silent night! hallowed night! | | | | | | | |
132 | Hark! hark! the notes of joy | | | | | | | |
133 | Shepherds! hail the wondrous stranger | | | | | | | |
134 | Hark! what joyful notes are swelling | | | | | | | |
135 | Hark! what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
136 | Hail, thou long expected Jesus! | | | | | | | |
137 | Angels, from the realms of glory | | | | | | | |
138 | Hail the blest morn! when the great Mediator | | | | | | | |
139 | From the regions of love, lo! an angel descended | | | | | | | |
140 | Hark! from the world on high | | | | | | | |
141 | How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound | | | | | | | |
142 | In Jordan's tide the Baptist stands | | | | | | | |
143 | And is the gospel peace and love? | | | | | | | |
144 | How beauteous were the marks divine | | | | | | | |
145 | Behold the blind their sight receive! | | | | | | | |
146 | My dear Redeemer and my Lord | | | | | | | |
147 | Not to condemn the sons of men | | | | | | | |
148 | As much have I of worldly good | | | | | | | |
149 | Behold, where, in a mortal form | | | | | | | |
150 | A pilgrim through this lonely world | | | | | | | |
151 | The winds were howling o'er the deep | | | | | | | |
152 | O could I speak the matchless worth | | | | | | | |
153 | To the hall of the feast came the sinful and fair | | | | | | | |
154 | Draw near, ye weary, bowed, and broken-hearted | | | | | | | |
155 | He came not with his heavenly crown | | | | | | | |
156 | Jesus wept! those tears are over | | | | | | | |
157 | O suffering Friend of human kind! | | | | | | | |
158 | The morning dawns upon the place | | | | | | | |
159 | 'Tis midnight; and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
160 | Dark was the night, and cold the ground | | | | | | | |
161 | Did Christ o'er sinner's weep | | | | | | | |
162 | Go to dark Gethsemane | | | | | | | |
163 | Night with ebon pinion | | | | | | | |
164 | Beyond where Cedron's waters flow | | | | | | | |
165 | He knelt; the Saviour knelt and prayed | | | | | | | |
166 | Among the mountain trees | | | | | | | |
167 | Thou sweet gliding Cedron, by thy silver stream | | | | | | | |
168 | From Calvary a cry was heard | | | | | | | |
169 | O Lord! when faith with fixéd eyes | | | | | | | |
170 | Have we no tears to shed for him | | | | | | | |
171 | Behold the Man! how glorious he! | | | | | | | |
172 | He dies, the friend of sinners dies! | | | | | | | |
173 | And did the holy and the just | | | | | | | |
174 | We sing the Saviour's wond'rous death | | | | | | | |
175 | Behold the Saviour of mankind | | | | | | | |
176 | As on the cross the Saviour hung | | | | | | | |
177 | O sacred head, now wounded | | | | | | | |
178 | Hark! the voice of love and mercy | | | | | | | |
179 | The Son of Man they did betray | | | | | | | |
180 | When we the sacred grave survey | | | | | | | |
181 | Now for a song of lofty praise | | | | | | | |
182 | Bless'd be the everlasting God | | | | | | | |
183 | Blest morning! whose young dawning rays | | | | | | | |
184 | Ye humble souls that seek the Lord | | | | | | | |
185 | Hosanna to the Prince of light | | | | | | | |
186 | How calm and beautiful the morn | | | | | | | |
187 | "The Lord is risen indeed!" | | | | | | | |
188 | Yes, the Redeemer rose | | | | | | | |
189 | Angels! roll the rock away | | | | | | | |
190 | Christ, the Lord is risen to-day! | | | | | | | |
191 | Morning breaks upon the tomb | | | | | | | |
192 | Mary to the Saviour's tomb | | | | | | | |
193 | The angels that watch'd round the tomb | | | | | | | |
194 | Behold, the bright morning appears | | | | | | | |
195 | Our Lord is risen from the dead | | | | | | | |
196 | Lift up your heads, ye gates! and wide | | | | | | | |
197 | Lift up your stately heads, ye doors | | | | | | | |
198 | Triumphant, Christ ascends on high | | | | | | | |
199 | Arise, ye people, and adore | | | | | | | |
200 | Thou, who didst stoop below | | | | | | | |