# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
101 | Why should the children of a King | | | | | | | |
102 | How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
103 | Begone! unbelief, my Savior is near | | | | | | | |
104 | My soul is full of peace and love | | | | | | | |
105 | We're not ashamed to own our Lord | | | | | | | |
106 | Thy goodness, Lord, how great | | | | | | | |
107 | Great God indulge my humble claim | | | | | | | |
108 | He lives, the everlasting God | | | | | | | |
109 | What though no flowers the fig tree clothe | | | | | | | |
110 | How happy are they | | | | | | | |
111 | Jesus, my glorious Light, appears | | | | | | | |
112 | And did my Savior die | | | | | | | |
113 | Awake, ye saints of God, awake | | | | | | | |
114 | Jehovah reigns, O glorious King | | | | | | | |
115 | How will the saints rejoice to tell | | | | | | | |
116 | Hear what God the Lord hath spoken | | | | | | | |
117 | Call Jehovah thy salvation | | | | | | | |
118 | Amazing grace, how sweet the sound | | | | | | | |
119 | Redeemer of Israel, our only delight | | | | | | | |
120 | The happy day has rolled on | | | | | | | |
121 | The great and glorious gospel light | | | | | | | |
122 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
123 | How often in sweet meditation my mind | | | | | | | |
124 | O'er the gloomy hills of darkness | | | | | | | |
125 | Go, ye messengers of glory | | | | | | | |
126 | Though now the nations sit beneath | | | | | | | |
127 | Arise, in all thy splendor, Lord | | | | | | | |
128 | Go, ye messengers of heaven | | | | | | | |
129 | The time is far spent there is little remaining | | | | | | | |
130 | Ye slumbering nations, who have slept a long night | | | | | | | |
131 | Joy to the world, the Lord is come | | | | | | | |
132 | Let us pray, gladly pray | | | | | | | |
133 | Awake, O ye people, the Savior is coming | | | | | | | |
134 | Let Zion in her beauty rise | | | | | | | |
135 | The glorious day is rolling on | | | | | | | |
136 | Behold the great redeemer comes | | | | | | | |
137 | Behold the Mount of Olives rend | | | | | | | |
138 | Jesus, once of humble birth | | | | | | | |
139 | This earth shall be a blessed place | | | | | | | |
140 | Ye ransomed of the Lord | | | | | | | |
141 | Lo the mighty God appearing | | | | | | | |
142 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
143 | He reigns, the Lord, the Saviour reigns | | | | | | | |
144 | Yes, mighty Jesus, thou shalt reign | | | | | | | |
145 | Hark, the song of jubilee | | | | | | | |
146 | Behold the day appear | | | | | | | |
147 | Hail to the Lord's anointed | | | | | | | |
148 | The time long appointed is now drawing near | | | | | | | |
149 | What wondrous things we now behold | | | | | | | |
150 | Come, all ye sons of Zion, and let us praise the Lord | | | | | | | |
151 | Lord, visit thy forsaken race | | | | | | | |
152 | Daughter of Zion, from the dust | | | | | | | |
153 | O'er mountain tops the mount of God | | | | | | | |
154 | On the mountain's top appearing | | | | | | | |
155 | Give us room that we may dwell | | | | | | | |
156 | The trump of Israel's jubilee | | | | | | | |
157 | O Lord our Father let thy grace | | | | | | | |
158 | Come ye children of the kingdom | | | | | | | |
159 | Jesus, mighty King in Zion | | | | | | | |
160 | In Jordan's tide the Prophet stands | | | | | | | |
161 | Salem's bright King Jesus by name | | | | | | | |
162 | Do we know that solemn word | | | | | | | |
163 | In pleasure sweet here we do meet | | | | | | | |
164 | Thus was the great Redeemer plunged | | | | | | | |
165 | Never does truth more shine | | | | | | | |
166 | Behold the Lamb of God! | | | | | | | |
167 | 'Twas the commission of our Lord | | | | | | | |
168 | In ancient times a man of God | | | | | | | |
169 | Father in heaven, we do believe | | | | | | | |
170 | How foolish to the carnal mind | | | | | | | |
171 | Lo on the water's brink we stand | | | | | | | |
172 | Repent ye Gentiles all | | | | | | | |
173 | Come all you sons of God and view | | | | | | | |
174 | Reform, and be immersed | | | | | | | |
175 | Proclaim, saith Christ, my wondrous grace | | | | | | | |
176 | There is a fountain filled with blood | | | | | | | |
177 | O God, thou great, thou good, thou wise | | | | | | | |
178 | Gently raise the sacred strain | | | | | | | |
179 | O God th'eternal Father | | | | | | | |
180 | Twas on that dark—that doleful night | | | | | | | |
181 | Arise, my soul, arise | | | | | | | |
182 | Behold the Saviour of mankind | | | | | | | |
183 | Alas! and did my Savior bleed? | | | | | | | |
184 | I know that my Redeemer lives | | | | | | | |
185 | Stretched on the cross the Saviour dies | | | | | | | |
186 | Hark, the voice of love and mercy | | | | | | | |
187 | Here at thy table, Lord, we meet to feed | | | | | | | |
188 | He dies, the friend of sinners dies | | | | | | | |
189 | 'Twas on that night, when doom'd to know | | | | | | | |
190 | Now let our mournful songs record | | | | | | | |
191 | The king of heaven his table spreads | | | | | | | |
192 | How pleasing to behold and see | | | | | | | |
193 | Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear | | | | | | | |
194 | Once more, my soul, the rising day | | | | | | | |
195 | See how the rising sun | | | | | | | |
196 | My God! how endless is Thy love | | | | | | | |
197 | Awake, for the morning is come | | | | | | | |
198 | Awake, my soul, and with the sun | | | | | | | |
199 | The rising sun has chased the night | | | | | | | |
200 | Come let us sing an evening hymn | | | | | | | |