# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
CCI | He comes, he comes, the judge severe | | | | | | | |
CCII | Hark, the trump of God doth sound | | | | | | | |
CCIII | Hail, hail the happy, wished for day | | | | | | | |
CCIV | Lo he comes with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
CCV | Blow ye [you] the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
CCVI | There is a land of living joy | | | | | | | |
CCVII | How long shall death, the tyrant, reign | | | | | | | |
CCVIII | While on the verge of life I stand | | | | | | | |
CCIX | Awake, ye saints, and raise [lift] your eyes | | | | | | | |
CCX | Hear what God the Lord hath [has] spoken | | | | | | | |
CCXI | Gracious Lord [God], our children see | | | | | | | |
CCXII | Dreadful, sin chastising God | | | | | | | |
CCXIII | Come, let us anew our journey pursue, Roll round | | | | | | | |
CCXIV | I asked the Lord that I might grow | | | | | | | |
CCXV | Elijah's example declares | | | | | | | |
CCXVI | When sinners utter boasting words | | | | | | | |
CCXVII | Let others in their brightest dress | | | | | | | |
CCXVIII | Jesus, let thy pitying eye | | | | | | | |
CCXIX | Let others boast their ancient line | | | | | | | |
CCXX | In songs of sublime adoration and praise | | | | | | | |
CCXXI | Lo he cometh countless trumpets | | | | | | | |
CCXXII | Day of judgment, day of wonders | | | | | | | |
CCXXIII | Our life's a cry, a groan, a sigh | | | | | | | |
CCXXIV | Sing, my soul, thy Savior's merit | | | | | | | |
CCXXV | Faint is my head and sick my heart | | | | | | | |
CCXXVI | He dies, the friend of sinners dies | | | | | | | |
CCXXVII | Christ the [our] Lord is [has] risen today, [Alleluia] [Sons of men] | | | | | | | |
CCXXVIII | Behold! the bright morning appears And Jesus revives from the grave | | | | | | | |
CCXXIX | Our Lord is risen from the dead, Our Jesus [Savior] is gone | | | | | | | |
CCXXX | Hail the day that sees him rise | | | | | | | |
CCXXXI | Hear, O heavens, O earth, attend | | | | | | | |
CCXXXII | Jesus, we hang upon thy word | | | | | | | |
CCXXXIII | O for a sweet, inspiring ray | | | | | | | |
CCXXXIV | Hark, the glad sound, the Savior comes | | | | | | | |
CCXXXV | Hark, the herald angels sing, glory to the newborn King | | | | | | | |
CCXXXVI | Come, Thou long expected Jesus | | | | | | | |
CCXXXVII | Lift up your heads in joyful hope | | | | | | | |
CCXXXVIII | Children of the heavenly king as we journey | | | | | | | |
CCXXXIX | My barns are full, my stores increase | | | | | | | |
CCXL | When God the faithful patriarch chose | | | | | | | |
CCXLI | Our Shepherd, whilst he feeds his flock | | | | | | | |
CCXLII | My song shall bless the Lord of all | | | | | | | |
CCXLIII | Now begin the heavenly theme | | | | | | | |
CCXLIV | The billows swell, the winds are high | | | | | | | |
CCXLV | God of my [our] life, to [on] thee I [we] call | | | | | | | |
CCXLVI | Come, let us with speed our journey go on | | | | | | | |
CCXLVII | To tell the Savior all my wants | | | | | | | |
CCXLVIII | Mercy, O thou Son of David | | | | | | | |
CCXLIX | How are thy servants blest, O Lord [God] | | | | | | | |
CCL | The newborn child of gospel grace | | | | | | | |
CCLI | Along the banks where Babel's current flows | | | | | | | |
CCLII | Come, let us ascend [attend], my companion and friend | | | | | | | |
CCLIII | Shepherds, rejoice, lift up your eyes | | | | | | | |
CCLIV | While shepherds watch [watched] their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
CCLV | O praise ye the Lord, Prepare your glad voice | | | | | | | |
CCLVI | Amen, amen, the angels cry | | | | | | | |
CCLVII | Behold what love the Father hath | | | | | | | |
CCLVIII | Confirm the hope thy word allows | | | | | | | |
CCLIX | Come, O thou universal good | | | | | | | |
CCLX | Glory be to God on high | | | | | | | |
CCLXI | This God is the God we adore | | | | | | | |
CCLXII | Come Holy Ghost, my soul inspire, bear witness | | | | | | | |
CCLXIII | O that the Lord indeed would me, his servant | | | | | | | |
CCLXIV | Could we with ink the ocean fill | | | | | | | |
CCLXV | Not to Sinai's dreadful blaze | | | | | | | |
CCLXVI | With Isr'l's God who can compare | | | | | | | |
CCLXVII | Now may he who from the dead | | | | | | | |
CCLXVIII | May the grace of Christ [God] our [the] Savior | | | | | | | |
CCLXIX | The peace which God alone reveals | | | | | | | |
CCLXX | Delight to bless thy people, Lord | | | | | | | |