# | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
301 | O for a shout of joy | | | | | |  | |
302 | The promises I [we] sing which love supreme [sovereign love] once [hath] spoke | | | | | |  | |
303 | To him that chose us first, before the world began | | | | | |  | |
304 | We give immortal praise | | | | | |  | |
305 | The Lord Jehovah reigns, His throne is built on high | | | | | |  | |
306 | The Lord Jehovah lives, And blessed be my rock | | | | | |  | |
307 | Great Creator, who this day | | | | | |  | |
308 | Come, thou almighty King, Help us thy name to sing | | | | | |  | |
309 | Holy, holy, holy, Lord God of hosts, eternal King | | | | | |  | |
310 | O give thanks to Him who made morning light and evening shade | | | | | |  | |
311 | As with gladness men of old | | | | | |  | |
312 | All praise to Thee, eternal Lord | | | | | |  | |
313 | Before the heavens were spread abroad | | | | | |  | |
314 | Eternal Father, when to thee | | | | | |  | |
315 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | |  | |
316 | When Jordan hushed his [its] waters still | | | | | |  | |
317 | It came upon the [a] midnight clear | | | | | |  | |
318 | While shepherds watch [watched] their flocks by night | | | | | |  | |
319 | Calm on the listening ear of night | | | | | |  | |
320 | Hark, the herald angels sing, glory to the newborn King | | | | | |  | |
321 | He has come, the Christ of God | | | | | |  | |
322 | Joy to the world, the Lord is [has] come | | | | | |  | |
323 | Hail the night, all hail the morn | | | | | |  | |
324 | God with us, O glorious name, Let it shine | | | | | |  | |
325 | We march, we march to victory | | | | | |  | |
326 | Shout the glad tidings | | | | | |  | |
327 | Once in royal David's city stood a lowly cattle shed | | | | | |  | |
328 | Shout O earth, from silence waking | | | | | |  | |
329 | Angels from the realms of glory | | | | | |  | |
330 | Jesus came, the heavens adoring | | | | | |  | |
331 | O come, all ye faithful, Joyfully triumphant | | | | | |  | |
332 | Hark, the hosts of heaven are singing | | | | | |  | |
333 | Christ is born; tell forth his fame | | | | | |  | |
334 | Hark, what mean those holy voices | | | | | |  | |
335 | Brightest and best of the sons [stars] of the morning | | | | | |  | |
336 | Daughter of Zion, awake from thy sadness | | | | | |  | |
337 | How brightly shines the morning star | | | | | |  | |
338 | All my heart this night [day] rejoices | | | | | |  | |
339 | Christians, awake, salute [and hail] the happy morn | | | | | |  | |
340 | Holy night, peaceful night | | | | | |  | |
341 | Of the Father's love [heart] begotten | | | | | |  | |
342 | He is here, whom seers in old time | | | | | |  | |
343 | One is kind above all others | | | | | |  | |
344 | Jesus is God, the glorious bands of holy angels | | | | | |  | |
345 | As shadows cast by cloud and sun | | | | | |  | |
346 | Lord Jesus, when I [we] think of thee, Of all thy love and grace | | | | | |  | |
347 | O Lord, we now thy path retrace | | | | | |  | |
348 | Jesus and did [didst] thou condescend | | | | | |  | |
349 | Behold, where in a mortal form | | | | | |  | |
350 | A pilgrim through this lonely world | | | | | |  | |
351 | What grace, O Lord, and beauty shone | | | | | |  | |
352 | Thou art the Way, to thee alone | | | | | |  | |
353 | Lord, as to Thy dear cross we flee [fly] | | | | | |  | |
354 | Jesus, thy love shall [can] we forget | | | | | |  | |
355 | O see how Jesus trusts himself | | | | | |  | |
356 | The Savior, O what endless [boundless] charms | | | | | |  | |
357 | I heard the voice of Jesus say, come unto me and rest | | | | | |  | |
358 | Let worldly minds the world pursue | | | | | |  | |
359 | We may not climb the heavenly steeps | | | | | |  | |
360 | Thou lovely Source of true delight | | | | | |  | |
361 | Majestic sweetness sits enthroned upon the Savior's brow | | | | | |  | |
362 | There is a name I love to hear, I love to sing [speak] its worth | | | | | |  | |
363 | Ride on, ride on in majesty | | | | | |  | |
364 | O love, how deep, how broad, how high | | | | | |  | |
365 | On Jordan [Jordan's] banks the Baptist's [Herald's] cry [voice] | | | | | |  | |
366 | O Master, let me walk with thee [you] | | | | | |  | |
367 | Fairest Lord Jesus, Ruler of all nature | | | | | |  | |
368 | How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound | | | | | |  | |
369 | How beauteous were [are] the marks divine | | | | | |  | |
370 | When like a stranger on our sphere | | | | | |  | |
371 | How shall I follow him I serve | | | | | |  | |
372 | My dear Redeemer, and my Lord | | | | | |  | |
373 | O Savior, precious Savior, whom yet unseen we love | | | | | |  | |
374 | All glory, laud, and honor to thee, Redeemer, King | | | | | |  | |
375 | To thee, my God and [my] Savior, my heart | | | | | |  | |
376 | When, his salvation bringing [sending] | | | | | |  | |
377 | Come unto me, ye weary | | | | | |  | |
378 | I build on this foundation | | | | | |  | |
379 | O how shall I [we] receive thee [you] | | | | | |  | |
380 | My Savior, I would own thee | | | | | |  | |
381 | One there is above all others, O how he loves | | | | | |  | |
382 | Thou to whom the sick and dying | | | | | |  | |
383 | Jesus wept, those tears are over | | | | | |  | |
384 | Near the cross was Mary weeping | | | | | |  | |
385 | 'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow | | | | | |  | |
386 | ôTis finished, so the Savior cried, and meekly | | | | | |  | |
387 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | |  | |
388 | Jesus, whom angel hosts adore | | | | | |  | |
389 | There is a green hill far away, Without a city wall | | | | | |  | |
390 | Hark, the voice of love and mercy | | | | | |  | |
391 | O perfect life of love, All, all is finished now | | | | | |  | |
392 | I saw one hanging on a [the] tree | | | | | |  | |
393 | O Jesus, sweet the tears I shed | | | | | |  | |
394 | How condescending, and how kind | | | | | |  | |
395 | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? | | | | | |  | |
396 | O if my soul was [were] formed for woe | | | | | |  | |
397 | O Jesus, we adore thee, Upon the cross | | | | | |  | |
398 | O Lamb of God, still keep me | | | | | |  | |
399 | O Sacred Head now [once] [sore] wounded [surrounded] | | | | | |  | |
400 | Life of the world, I hail thee | | | | | |  | |