# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
99 | Brightest and best of the sons of the morning | | | | | | | |
100 | As with gladness men of old | | | | | | | |
101 | O Master, let me walk with Thee | | | | | | | |
102 | Thou art the Way, to Thee alone | | | | | | | |
103 | How shall I follow Him I serve? | | | | | | | |
104 | How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound | | | | | | | |
105 | I heard the voice of Jesus say | | | | | | | |
106 | Oh, where is He that trod the sea | | | | | | | |
107 | How beauteous were the marks divine | | | | | | | |
108 | O Jesus, when I think of Thee | | | | | | | |
109 | What grace, O Lord, and beauty shone | | | | | | | |
110 | My dear Redeemer, and my Lord | | | | | | | |
111 | Fierce was the wild billow | | | | | | | |
112 | We may not climb the heav'nly steeps | | | | | | | |
113 | At even, ere the sun was set | | | | | | | |
114 | All glory, laud, and honor | | | | | | | |
115 | My sins, my sins, my Saviour! | | | | | | | |
116 | Go to dark Gethsemane | | | | | | | |
117 | Alas! and did my Saviour bleed | | | | | | | |
118 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
119 | There is a green hill far away | | | | | | | |
120 | In the cross of Christ I glory | | | | | | | |
121a | 'Tis midnight; and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
121b | 'Tis midnight; and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
122 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
123 | 'Tis finished!' so the Saviour cried | | | | | | | |
124 | O sacred Head, now wounded | | | | | | | |
125 | Jesus Christ is ris'n today | | | | | | | |
126 | The strife is o'er, the battle done | | | | | | | |
127 | Jesus lives! thy terrors now | | | | | | | |
128 | Hark! ten thousand harps and voices | | | | | | | |
129 | Morn's roseate hues have deck'd the sky | | | | | | | |
130 | The day of Resurrection | | | | | | | |
131 | Welcome happy morning! age to age shall say | | | | | | | |
132 | Christ is risen, Christ is risen! | | | | | | | |
133 | Christ the Lord is ris'n today | | | | | | | |
134 | Come, ye faithful, raise the strain | | | | | | | |
135 | Hail the day that sees Him rise | | | | | | | |
136 | Our Lord is risen from the dead | | | | | | | |
137 | Christ, above all glory seated! | | | | | | | |
138 | Look ye saints, the sight is glorious | | | | | | | |
139 | Golden harps are sounding | | | | | | | |
140 | See the Conqueror mounts in triumph | | | | | | | |
141 | Lo! He comes, with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
142 | He is coming, He is coming | | | | | | | |
143 | Come, Lord, and tarry not | | | | | | | |
144 | Light of those whose dreary dwelling | | | | | | | |
145 | Rejoice, all ye believers | | | | | | | |
146 | Jesus came, the heav'ns adoring | | | | | | | |
147 | All hail the power of Jesus' name! | | | | | | | |
148 | Mighty God, while angels bless Thee | | | | | | | |
149 | Rejoice, the Lord is King! | | | | | | | |
150 | The Head that once was crown'd with thorns | | | | | | | |
151 | The golden gates are lifted up | | | | | | | |
152 | Come, every pious heart | | | | | | | |
153 | Hail, Thou once despised Jesus | | | | | | | |
154 | I know that my Redeemer lives | | | | | | | |
155 | Come, let us join our cheerful songs | | | | | | | |
156 | Our blest Redeemer, ere He breathed | | | | | | | |
157 | Come, O Creator Spirit blest! | | | | | | | |
158 | Come, Holy Ghost, in love | | | | | | | |
159 | Thou, whose almighty word | | | | | | | |
160 | Come, Holy Spirit, come! | | | | | | | |
161 | Holy Ghost, with light divine | | | | | | | |
162 | Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove | | | | | | | |
163 | Come to our poor nature's night | | | | | | | |
164 | Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove | | | | | | | |
165 | Spirit divine, attend our pray'rs | | | | | | | |
166 | O Word of God incarnate | | | | | | | |
167 | Father of mercies! in Thy word | | | | | | | |
168 | The Spirit breathes upon the word | | | | | | | |
169 | The heav'ns declare thy glory, Lord | | | | | | | |
170 | How precious is the book divine | | | | | | | |
171 | God, in the gospel of His Son | | | | | | | |
172 | Lord, Thy word abideth | | | | | | | |
173 | The Church's one foundation | | | | | | | |
174 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
175 | Lord of our life, and God of our salvation | | | | | | | |
176 | Oh, where are the kings and empires now | | | | | | | |
177 | I love Thy kingdom, Lord! | | | | | | | |
178 | A mighty fortress is our God | | | | | | | |
179 | Saviour, who Thy flock art feeding | | | | | | | |
180 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
181 | Stand, soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
182 | See Israel's gentle Shepherd stands | | | | | | | |
183 | Arm these Thy servants, mighty Lord | | | | | | | |
184 | Shepherd of tender youth | | | | | | | |
185 | O God of Bethel, by whose hand | | | | | | | |
186 | The Saviour kindly calls | | | | | | | |
187 | By Christ redeem'd, in Christ restored | | | | | | | |
188 | Here, O my Lord; I see thee face to face | | | | | | | |
189 | "Till He come," oh, let the words | | | | | | | |
190 | Oh, happy day that fixed my choice | | | | | | | |
191 | Draw nigh and take the body of the Lord | | | | | | | |
192 | I hunger and I thirst | | | | | | | |
193 | Not worthy, Lord, to gather up the crumbs | | | | | | | |
194 | Jesus, Thou joy of loving hearts | | | | | | | |
195 | Bread of the world, in mercy broken | | | | | | | |
196 | Jesus, to Thy table led | | | | | | | |
197 | According to Thy gracious word | | | | | | | |