# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
94 | Hark! the herald angels sing | | | | | | | |
95 | Lord Jesus, God and Man | | | | | | | |
96 | Christians, awake! salute the happy morn | | | | | | | |
97 | The snow lay on the ground | [The snow lay on the ground] | | | | | | |
98 | Clear upon the night air sounding | | | | | | | |
99 | At Bethlehem, in wint'ry cold | | | | | | | |
100 | Go to dark Gethsemane | | | | | | | |
101 | When first o'erwhelmed with sin and shame | | | | | | | |
102 | God the Father, from Thy throne | | | | | | | |
103 | When Jesus left His Father's throne | | | | | | | |
104 | Hark! the voice of love and mercy | | | | | | | |
105 | Hail the day that sees Him rise | | | | | | | |
106 | Hail the day that sees Him rise | | | | | | | |
107 | Come, see the place where Jesus lay | | | | | | | |
108 | Christ the Lord is ris'n again | | | | | | | |
109 | Ride on! ride on in majesty! | | | | | | | |
110 | Welcome, happy morning! age to age shall say | | | | | | | |
111 | The strife is o'er, the battle done | | | | | | | |
112 | O day of rest and gladness | | | | | | | |
113 | With joy we hail the sacred day | | | | | | | |
114 | Golden harps are sounding | | | | | | | |
115 | Come, ye thankful people, come | | | | | | | |
116a | For Thy mercy and Thy grace | | | | | | | |
116b | 'Tis a pleasant thing to see | | | | | | | |
117 | Jesus, Lord, we look to Thee | | | | | | | |
118 | When thro' the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming | | | | | | | |
119 | How sweetly flow'd the gospel's sound | | | | | | | |
120a | From the first dawn of infant life | | | | | | | |
120b | Lord, thy Word abideth | | | | | | | |
121 | O how I love Thy holy law! | | | | | | | |
122a | O Thou, whose glory and whose grace | | | | | | | |
122b | The Lord, who once our weaknesses knew | | | | | | | |
123 | Saviour! who Thy flock art feeding | | | | | | | |
124a | Shepherd of Israel, from above | | | | | | | |
124b | Let children hear the mighty deeds | | | | | | | |
125 | Hast thou within a care so deep | | | | | | | |
126 | See, from Zion's sacred mountain | | | | | | | |
127 | Who is this, with garments dyed | | | | | | | |
128 | Jesus! Lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
129 | Zion, the marvelous story be telling | | | | | | | |
130 | Grander than ocean's story | | | | | | | |
131 | Head of the Church triumphant | | | | | | | |
132 | Hark! hark, my soul! Angelic songs are swelling | | | | | | | |
133 | God of mercy, God of grace | | | | | | | |
134 | A few more years shall roll | | | | | | | |
135 | Cease, ye mourners, cease to languish | | | | | | | |
136 | Thou art gone to the grave: but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
137 | When our heads are bowed with woe | | | | | | | |
138 | Tender Shepherd, Thou hast still'd | | | | | | | |
139 | Thou Who wast once a Child | | | | | | | |
140 | I think when I read that sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
141 | There is a Land immortal | | | | | | | |
142 | O mother dear, Jerusalem | | | | | | | |
143 | O mother dear, Jerusalem | | | | | | | |
144 | Ev'ry morning the rosy sun rises | | | | | | | |
145 | Brief life is here our portion | | | | | | | |
146 | For thee, O dear dear Country | | | | | | | |
147 | Jerusalem, the golden! | | | | | | | |
148 | O Paradise, O Paradise | | | | | | | |
149 | O heavenly Jerusalem | | | | | | | |
150 | There is a fold whence none can stray | | | | | | | |
151 | The roseate hues of early dawn | | | | | | | |
152 | There is a happy land, Far, far away | | | | | | | |
153 | Deathless principle, arise! | | | | | | | |
154 | Holy! Holy! Holy! Lord God Almighty! | | | | | | | |
155 | Jesus, Holy, Undefiled | | | | | | | |
156 | Abide with me! Fast falls the eventide | | | | | | | |
157 | We are but little children weak | | | | | | | |
158a | The Bridegroom comes! Bride of the Lamb, awake! | | | | | | | |
158b | With gladsome feet we press | | | | | | | |
160a | What grace, O Lord, and beauty shone | | | | | | | |
160b | Come, ye that love the Saviour's name | | | | | | | |
161 | Children of the heav'nly King | | | | | | | |
162 | O Holy Savior, Friend unseen! | | | | | | | |
163 | Jesus, teach me how to pray | | | | | | | |
164 | Praise ye the Lord! exalt His glorious might | | | | | | | |
165 | Lord Jesus Christ, my Life, my Light | | | | | | | |
166 | Our God stands firm, a rock and tow'r | | | | | | | |
167 | O Morning Star! how fair and bright | | | | | | | |
168 | Wake, awake, for night is flying | | | | | | | |
169 | Ye heav'ns, oh haste your dews to shed | | | | | | | |
170 | O sacred Head now wounded | | | | | | | |
171 | To God on high be thanks and praise | | | | | | | |
172 | Now thank we all our God | | | | | | | |