# | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
CI | See, O my soul, with wonder see | | | |  | |  | |
CII | When God would prove his love | | | |  | |  | |
CIII | Mortals awake, with Angels join | | | |  | |  | |
CIV | What condescending grace and love | | | |  | |  | |
CV | The Lord is come, the heav'ns proclaim | | | |  | |  | |
CVI | How strange the tidings, how profound! | | | |  | |  | |
CVII | Awake, awake the sacred song | | | |  | |  | |
CVIII | While shepherds watch'd their flocks by night | | | |  | |  | |
CIX | We celebrate the praise to day | | | |  | |  | |
CX | Hark! the herald Angels sing | | | |  | |  | |
CXI | Let all the nations of the earth | | | |  | |  | |
CXII | Arise, and hail the happy day | | | |  | |  | |
CXIII | Come, join with angel hosts to cry | | | |  | |  | |
CXIV | O sight of anguish, view it near | | | |  | |  | |
CXV | Th' Almighty spake, and Gabr'el sped | | | |  | |  | |
CXVI | Joy to the world: the Lord is come | | | |  | |  | |
CXVII | See, my soul, with wonder see | | | |  | |  | |
CXVIII | All hail, thou great first born | | | |  | |  | |
CXIX | As Jordan rolls his wave | | | |  | |  | |
CXX | This is the fas that I will choose | | | |  | |  | |
CXXI | For forty mystic days | | | |  | |  | |
CXXII | O Christ, what gracious words | | | |  | |  | |
CXXIII | Jesus, we bless thy power | | | |  | |  | |
CXXIV | Behold the blind their sight receive | | | |  | |  | |
CXXV | Ye scarlet colored sinners, come | | | |  | |  | |
CXXVI | Sons of men, behold from far | | | |  | |  | |
CXXVII | As Jesus stood on Tabor's mound | | | |  | |  | |
CXXVIII | Hark, 'tis the Saviour of mankind | | | |  | |  | |
CXXIX | Awake, and sing the song | | | |  | |  | |
CXXX | Saviour of men, and Lord of love | | | |  | |  | |
CXXXI | Jesus, how glorious is thy grace! | | | |  | |  | |
CXXXII | So fair a face bedew'd with tears! | | | |  | |  | |
CXXXIII | Jesus, thy beauties I explore! | | | |  | |  | |
CXXXIV | Dear Lamb! thy humble state we sing | | | |  | |  | |
CXXXV | What grace and love divine | | | |  | |  | |
CXXXVI | What equal honours shall we bring | | | |  | |  | |
CXXXVII | Holy wonder, heav'nly grace | | | |  | |  | |
CXXXVIII | Deep in our hearts let us record | | | |  | |  | |
CXXXIX | O Lamb, my Lord, my God, my King | | | |  | |  | |
CXL | Hail, Jesus, perfect God and Man | | | |  | |  | |
CXLI | Thus saith the Ruler of the skies | | | |  | |  | |
CXLII | Thy conflicts, Christ, in agony | | | |  | |  | |
CXLIII | Now for a tune of lofty praise | | | |  | |  | |
CXLIV | Jesus, bow'd down by mighty woe | | | |  | |  | |
CXLV | My song shall be of him who died | | | |  | |  | |
CXLVI | Worthy is Christ, our Paschal Lamb | | | |  | |  | |
CXLVII | When all mankind corrupt | | | |  | |  | |
CXLVIII | Jesus and him crucified | | | |  | |  | |
CXLIX | Here at thy cross, my dying God | | | |  | |  | |
CL | Stretch'd on the cross the Saviour dies | | | |  | |  | |
CLI | My dear Master, Jesus Christ | | | |  | |  | |
CLII | No more, dear Savior, will I boast | | | |  | |  | |
CLIII | He dies! the friend of sinners dies! | | | |  | |  | |
CLIV | Wake thou, my sowrd! Jehovah said | | | |  | |  | |
CLV | Yonder—amazing sight! I see | | | |  | |  | |
CLVI | Let us our hearts and voices raise | | | |  | |  | |
CLVII | Glory unto Jesus be | | | |  | |  | |
CLVIII | Yes, the Redeemer rose | | | |  | |  | |
CLIX | Our glorious Lord is ris'n indeed! | | | |  | |  | |
CLX | The Sun of Righteousness appears | | | |  | |  | |
CLXI | All is hush, the battle's o'er! | | | |  | |  | |
CLXII | Blest morning, whose young, dawning rays | | | |  | |  | |
CLXIII | Again the Lord of life and light | | | |  | |  | |
CLXIV | In Jesus who was crucified | | | |  | |  | |
CLXV | Christ, the Lord is ris'n to day | | | |  | |  | |
CLXVI | When I the holy grave survey | | | |  | |  | |
CLXVII | Hosanna to the Prince of light | | | |  | |  | |
CLXVIII | God is gone up, our Lord and king | | | |  | |  | |
CLXIX | Christ, our Head's gone up on high | | | |  | |  | |
CLXX | Our Lord is risen from the dead | | | |  | |  | |
CLXXI | Clap your hands, ye people all | | | |  | |  | |
CLXXII | Lord, when thou didst ascend on high | | | |  | |  | |
CLXXIII | Hail the day that sees him rise | | | |  | |  | |
CLXXIV | Angels, roll the rock away | | | |  | |  | |
CLXXV | O for a shout of sacred joy | | | |  | |  | |
CLXXVI | Now let us raise our cheerful strains | | | |  | |  | |
CLXXVII | Exalted Prince of life, we own | | | |  | |  | |
CLXXVIII | Jesus, thou highest, loveliest name | | | |  | |  | |
CLXXIX | Thus the eternal Father spake | | | |  | |  | |
CLXXX | The mighty frame of glorious grace | | | |  | |  | |
CLXXXI | All hail the power of Jesus' name! | | | |  | |  | |
CLXXXII | Not unto us, but thee alone | | | |  | |  | |
CLXXXIII | Jesus, before thy throne | | | |  | |  | |
CLXXXIV | Thy covenant, O Lord | | | |  | |  | |
CLXXXV | All gracious Lord, we sing thy love | | | |  | |  | |
CLXXXVI | He lives, the great Redeemer lives | | | |  | |  | |
CLXXXVII | Our Shepherd alone | | | |  | |  | |
CLXXXVIII | He comes! he comes! the Judge severe | | | |  | |  | |
CLXXXIX | Hail,!the last, the mighty Angel | | | |  | |  | |
CXC | The Ancient of eternal days | | | |  | |  | |
CXCI | Lo! the man of God appointed | | | |  | |  | |
CXCII | On Sion, his most holy mount | | | |  | |  | |
CXCIII | O'er the gloomy hills of darkness | | | |  | |  | |
CXCIV | Loud let the tuneful trumpet sound | | | |  | |  | |
CXCV | Shout Jehovah strong in battle | | | |  | |  | |
CXCVI | Come, tho' we can truly sing | | | |  | |  | |
CXCVII | Hail, Alpha and Omega, hail! | | | |  | |  | |
CXCVIII | Faithful and true, the Man divine | | | |  | |  | |
CXCIX | Now are we sons of God | | | |  | |  | |
CC | Jesus, in ancient days | | | |  | |  | |