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101 | Calm on the listening ear of night | | | | | | | |
102 | The people that in darkness sat | | | | | | | |
103 | When, marshalled on the nightly plain | | | | | | | |
104 | When Jordan hushed his waters still | | | | | | | |
105 | O Christ, our true and only light! | | | | | | | |
106 | All praise to thee, eternal Lord! | | | | | | | |
107 | What star is this, with beams so bright | | | | | | | |
108 | Brightest and best of the sons of the morning | | | | | | | |
109 | Hark! hark!--the notes of joy | | | | | | | |
110 | Join all the glorious names | | | | | | | |
111 | Oh come, all ye faithful | | | | | | | |
112 | Come, thou long-expected Jesus! | | | | | | | |
113 | Hark! what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
114 | Hark! the herald angels sing | | | | | | | |
115 | As with gladness men of old | | | | | | | |
116 | Raise your triumphant songs | | | | | | | |
117 | God from on high hath heard | | | | | | | |
118 | Within the Father's house | | | | | | | |
119 | Fierce raged the storm of wind | | | | | | | |
120 | All praise to thee, O Lord | | | | | | | |
121 | Lord, in thy temple we appear | | | | | | | |
122 | In stature grows the Heavenly Child | | | | | | | |
123 | What grace, O Lord, and beauty shone | | | | | | | |
124 | Majestic sweetness sits enthroned | | | | | | | |
125 | How beauteous were the marks divine | | | | | | | |
126 | When like a stranger on our sphere | | | | | | | |
127 | How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound | | | | | | | |
128 | O Lord of health and life, what tongue can tell | | | | | | | |
129 | 'Tis midnight; and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
130 | He dies!--the friend of sinners dies! | | | | | | | |
131 | Here at thy cross, incarnate God | | | | | | | |
132 | Oh, come and mourn with me awhile | | | | | | | |
133 | Jesu, thy Blood and Righteousness | | | | | | | |
134 | Not all the blood of beasts | | | | | | | |
135 | Like sheep we went astray | | | | | | | |
136 | There is a fountain filled with blood | | | | | | | |
137 | Alas! and did my Saviour bleed | | | | | | | |
138 | Go to dark Gethsemane | | | | | | | |
139 | Resting from his work to-day | | | | | | | |
140 | Hark! the voice of love and mercy | | | | | | | |
141 | In the cross of Christ I glory | | | | | | | |
142 | When, on Sinai's top, I see | | | | | | | |
143 | "It is finished!" shall we raise | | | | | | | |
144 | Surely Christ thy griefs has borne | | | | | | | |
145 | Beyond where Cedron's waters flow | | | | | | | |
146 | Soft be the gently breathing notes | | | | | | | |
147 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
148 | We sing the praise of him who died | | | | | | | |
149 | O Sacred Head, now wounded | | | | | | | |
150 | Jesus Christ is risen to-day | | | | | | | |
151 | Our Lord is risen from the dead | | | | | | | |
152 | O Saviour, who for man hast trod | | | | | | | |
153 | Angels, roll the rock away | | | | | | | |
154 | Hail the day that sees him rise | | | | | | | |
155 | Christ the Lord is risen to-day | | | | | | | |
156 | Christ the Lord is risen again | | | | | | | |
157 | Morning breaks upon the tomb | | | | | | | |
158 | Come, every pious heart | | | | | | | |
159 | Yes, the Redeemer rose | | | | | | | |
160 | How calm and beautiful the morn | | | | | | | |
161 | Hark! ten thousand harps and voices | | | | | | | |
162 | I know that my Redeemer lives | | | | | | | |
163 | With joy we meditate the grace | | | | | | | |
164 | Now let our cheerful eyes survey | | | | | | | |
165 | Arise, ye people, and adore | | | | | | | |
166 | Behold the glories of the Lamb | | | | | | | |
167 | Hosanna to the Prince of light | | | | | | | |
168 | The head, that once was crowned with thorns | | | | | | | |
169 | Jesus, our hope, our heart's desire | | | | | | | |
170 | Christ, above all glory seated | | | | | | | |
171 | Jesus, hail! enthroned in glory | | | | | | | |
172 | Hail, thou once despised Jesus! | | | | | | | |
173 | Mighty God! while angels bless thee | | | | | | | |
174 | Crown his head with endless blessing | | | | | | | |
175 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
176 | Lord, when thou didst ascend on high | | | | | | | |
177 | He lives, the great Redeemer lives | | | | | | | |
178 | With transport, Lord, our souls proclaim | | | | | | | |
179 | I was a wandering sheep | | | | | | | |
180 | Jesus, my Strength, my Hope! | | | | | | | |
181 | Jesus, the Shepherd of the sheep | | | | | | | |
182 | Jesus, the sinner's Friend! to thee | | | | | | | |
183 | When sins and fears prevailing rise | | | | | | | |
184 | Jesus, my All, to heaven is gone | | | | | | | |
185 | O holy Saviour, Friend unseen! | | | | | | | |
186 | O love Divine! that stooped to share | | | | | | | |
187 | O thou, the contrite sinner's Friend | | | | | | | |
188 | O thou, to whose all-searching sight | | | | | | | |
189 | How sad our state by nature is! | | | | | | | |
190 | Jesus! thou art the sinner's Friend | | | | | | | |
191 | O Jesus, Saviour of the lost | | | | | | | |
192 | Just as I am, without one plea | | | | | | | |
193 | Lord! take my heart, and let it be | | | | | | | |
194 | I love, I love thee, Lord most high! | | | | | | | |
195 | Jesus! thy boundless love to me | | | | | | | |
196 | Oh, that my load of sin were gone! | | | | | | | |
197 | There is none other name than thine | | | | | | | |
198 | Deep are the wounds which sin hath made | | | | | | | |
199 | Behold the sin-atoning Lamb | | | | | | | |
200 | Jesus! engrave it on my heart | | | | | | | |