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56 | Father of peace, and God of love | | | | | | | |
57 | I sing my Saviour's wondrous death | | | | | | | |
58 | "'Tis finished!" so the Saviour cried | | | | | | | |
59 | Stretched on the cross, the Saviour dies! | | | | | | | |
60 | Hark! the herald angels say | | | | | | | |
61 | Lo, the stone is rolled away | | | | | | | |
62 | Come, all harmonious tongues | | | | | | | |
63 | Yes, the Redeemer rose | | | | | | | |
64 | All hail! the glorious morn | | | | | | | |
65 | Hosanna to the Prince of light | | | | | | | |
66 | He dies! the Friend of sinners dies! | | | | | | | |
67 | Jesus, hail! enthroned in glory | | | | | | | |
68 | Now let our cheerful eyes survey | | | | | | | |
69 | The mighty frame of glorious grace | | | | | | | |
70 | The Spirit breathes upon the word | | | | | | | |
71 | Why should the children of a King | | | | | | | |
72 | Eternal Spirit! we confess | | | | | | | |
73 | Behold, the blind their sight receive | | | | | | | |
74 | Great was the day, the joy was great | | | | | | | |
75 | Gracious Spirit, Love divine! | | | | | | | |
76 | Come, thou almighty King | | | | | | | |
77 | Father of all, whose love profound | | | | | | | |
78 | The spacious firmament on high | | | | | | | |
79 | Let others boast how strong they be | | | | | | | |
80 | Let the whole race of creatures lie | | | | | | | |
81 | Lord, we adore thy vast designs | | | | | | | |
82 | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
83 | Great God of providence! thy ways | | | | | | | |
84 | Lord, when our raptured thought surveys | | | | | | | |
85 | Whilst thee I seek, protecting Power! | | | | | | | |
86 | God, who in various methods told | | | | | | | |
87 | Laden with guilt, and full of fears | | | | | | | |
88 | This is the word of truth and love | | | | | | | |
89 | Thou lovely Source of true delight | | | | | | | |
90 | God, in the gospel of his Son | | | | | | | |
91 | Father of mercies, in thy word | | | | | | | |
92 | How precious is the book divine | | | | | | | |
93 | Dear Lord, thy word of truth affords | | | | | | | |
94 | Deep in the dust before thy throne | | | | | | | |
95 | Backward with humble shame we look | | | | | | | |
96 | There was an hour when Christ rejoiced | | | | | | | |
97 | Lord, we confess our numerous faults | | | | | | | |
98 | Now to the power of God Supreme | | | | | | | |
99 | Grace! 'Tis a charming sound! | | | | | | | |
100 | Sovereign grace hath power alone | | | | | | | |
101 | The Lord declares his will | | | | | | | |
102 | The Law commands and makes us know | | | | | | | |
103 | The Lord descending from above | | | | | | | |
104 | Behold what wondrous grace | | | | | | | |
105 | Buried in shadows of the night | | | | | | | |
106 | How heavy is the night | | | | | | | |
107 | Dearest of all the names above | | | | | | | |
108 | Hark! the voice of love and mercy | | | | | | | |
109 | Not to condemn the sons of men | | | | | | | |
110 | Faith adds new charms to earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
111 | Vain are the hopes the sons of men | | | | | | | |
112 | Not all the outward forms on earth | | | | | | | |
113 | Firm as the earth thy gospel stands | | | | | | | |
114 | Who shall the Lord's elect condemn? | | | | | | | |
115 | Let me but hear my Saviour say | | | | | | | |
116 | Life is the time to serve the Lord | | | | | | | |
117 | This world's a dreary wilderness | | | | | | | |
118 | Our days, alas! our mortal days | | | | | | | |
119 | Lord, what a wretched land is this | | | | | | | |
120 | Naked as from the earth we came | | | | | | | |
121 | God of the morning, at thy voice | | | | | | | |
122 | Thus far my God has led me on | | | | | | | |
123 | My God, how endless is thy love! | | | | | | | |
124 | Once more, my soul, the rising day | | | | | | | |
125 | Dread Sovereign, let my evening song | | | | | | | |
126 | Hosanna with a cheerful sound | | | | | | | |
127 | Another six days' work is done | | | | | | | |
128 | Fountain of mercy, God of love | | | | | | | |
129 | Great God! let all my tuneful powers | | | | | | | |
130 | Join every tongue to praise the Lord | | | | | | | |
131 | Stern winter throws his icy chains | | | | | | | |
132 | Eternal source of every joy! | | | | | | | |
133 | Ye sons of Adam, vain and young | | | | | | | |
134 | Now, in the heat of youthful blood | | | | | | | |
135 | Ye hearts with youthful vigor warm | | | | | | | |
136 | Amidst the cheerful bloom of youth | | | | | | | |
137 | With humble heart and tongue | | | | | | | |
138 | Our life is ever on the wing | | | | | | | |
139 | While with ceaseless course the Sun | | | | | | | |
140 | And is this life prolonged to me? | | | | | | | |
141 | God of our life! thy various praise | | | | | | | |
142 | Quickly my days have passed away | | | | | | | |
143 | Eternal Source of light and grace | | | | | | | |
144 | Great God, we sing thy mighty hand | | | | | | | |
145 | The Lord of earth and sky | | | | | | | |
146 | Stoop down, my thoughts, that used to rise | | | | | | | |
147 | Why should we start, and fear to die? | | | | | | | |
148 | How short and hasty is our life! | | | | | | | |
149 | Death cannot make our souls afraid | | | | | | | |
150 | Death! 'tis a melancholy day | | | | | | | |
151 | My soul, come, meditate the day | | | | | | | |
152 | My days, my weeks, my months, my years | | | | | | | |
153 | And must this body die? | | | | | | | |
154 | Do flesh and nature dread to die? | | | | | | | |
155 | Prepare me, gracious God | | | | | | | |