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101 | In weakness, Lord, we come | | | | | | | |
102 | This is the day the Lord hath made | | | | | | | |
103 | O Lord our God, thy name we praise | | | | | | | |
104 | Praise be to Him who reigns on high | | | | | | | |
105 | Sweet is the work, O Lord | | | | | | | |
106 | Our heavenly Father: hear | | | | | | | |
107 | Have mercy on me, O my God | | | | | | | |
108 | Our Father in heaven | | | | | | | |
109 | Lord, in the morning I will send | | | | | | | |
110 | The night is past and gone | | | | | | | |
111 | My God was with me all the night | | | | | | | |
112 | Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear | | | | | | | |
113 | Lord, we present to thee | | | | | | | |
114 | See how the morning sun | | | | | | | |
115 | New every morning is the love | | | | | | | |
116 | Now that the sun is beaming bright | | | | | | | |
117 | Another six days' work is done | | | | | | | |
118 | The rosy light is dawning | | | | | | | |
119 | Now the shades of night are gone | | | | | | | |
120 | How sweet the melting lay | | | | | | | |
121 | If we, each ev'ning, would recall | | | | | | | |
122 | Softly now the light of day | | | | | | | |
123 | Sun of my soul, thou Savior dear | | | | | | | |
124 | There is an eye that never sleeps | | | | | | | |
125 | Thus far the Lord has led me on | | | | | | | |
126 | In mercy, Lord, remember me | | | | | | | |
127 | Now from the altar of my heart | | | | | | | |
128 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
129 | The short-lived day declines in haste | | | | | | | |
130 | At evening to myself I say | | | | | | | |
131 | Blessed be thy name for ever | | | | | | | |
132 | This sacred day, great God, we close | | | | | | | |
133 | Glory to thee, my God, this night | | | | | | | |
134 | The day is passed and gone | | | | | | | |
135 | Away dark thoughts, awake my joy | | | | | | | |
136 | Hail the blest morn, when the great Mediator | | | | | | | |
137 | Come brethr'n, and neighbors, and all who desire | | | | | | | |
138 | Hark the glad sound! the Savior comes | | | | | | | |
139 | Hail, thou long-expected Jesus | | | | | | | |
140 | Hark! what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
141 | Hark! the herald-angels sing | | | | | | | |
142 | While shepherds watched their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
143 | I am, saith Christ, the way | | | | | | | |
144 | Look ye saints the sight is glorious | | | | | | | |
145 | The Lord ascends on high | | | | | | | |
146 | Why did the nations join to slay | | | | | | | |
147 | Now, in the hour of deep distress | | | | | | | |
148 | Alas! and did my Savior bleed | | | | | | | |
149 | Behold the Savior of mankind | | | | | | | |
150 | One there is above all others | | | | | | | |
151 | Come all ye chosen saints of God | | | | | | | |
152 | Here God hath made his nature known | | | | | | | |
153 | Hark! the voice of love and mercy | | | | | | | |
154 | He dies! the friend of sinners dies! | | | | | | | |
155 | How condescending and how kind | | | | | | | |
156 | 'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
157 | There is a fountain filled with blood | | | | | | | |
158 | Jesus! thou art the sinner's friend | | | | | | | |
159 | The Son of man they did betray | | | | | | | |
160 | Mary to the Savior's tomb | | | | | | | |
161 | Behold, the bright morning appears | | | | | | | |
162 | The angels who watch'd round the tomb | | | | | | | |
163 | Let thy Kingdom, blessed Savior | | | | | | | |
164 | Earthly joys no longer please us | | | | | | | |
165 | Joy to the world, the Lord is come | | | | | | | |
166 | Zion rejoice, lift up your voice | | | | | | | |
167 | Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb | | | | | | | |
168 | With joy we meditate the grace | | | | | | | |
169 | For Zion's sake I will not rest | | | | | | | |
170 | Now let our cheerful eyes survey | | | | | | | |
171 | Look up, my soul, with cheerful eye | | | | | | | |
172 | He lives! he lives! and sits above | | | | | | | |
173 | Th'atoning work is done | | | | | | | |
174 | Come, Lord, and tarry not | | | | | | | |
175 | Come, Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove | | | | | | | |
176 | Come, descend, O heav'nly Spirit! | | | | | | | |
177 | Our blest Redeemer, ere he breath'd | | | | | | | |
178 | Let the Bible tell the nations | | | | | | | |
179 | What a book the Bible is | | | | | | | |
180 | Holy Bible, valu'd treasure | | | | | | | |
181 | Great God, with wonder and with praise | | | | | | | |
182 | I love the sacred book of God | | | | | | | |
183 | Thou lovely source of true delight | | | | | | | |
184 | Holy Bible, book divine | | | | | | | |
185 | How precious is the book divine | | | | | | | |
186 | Lord, I have made thy word my choice | | | | | | | |
187 | The starry firmament on high | | | | | | | |
188 | Now let my soul, eternal King | | | | | | | |
189 | Lord of the harvest, hear | | | | | | | |
190 | Ye servants of the Lord | | | | | | | |
191 | With joy we own thy servant, Lord | | | | | | | |
192 | O Zion's King, we meekly bow | | | | | | | |
193 | Lord of the harvest, bend thine ear | | | | | | | |
194 | Great King of saints, enthroned on high | | | | | | | |
195 | O Jesus, in this solemn hour | | | | | | | |
196 | Ye messengers of Christ | | | | | | | |
197 | "Go preach my gospel," saith the Lord | | | | | | | |
198 | Let Zion's watchman all awake | | | | | | | |
199 | Go with thy servant, Lord | | | | | | | |
200 | Vouchsafe, O Lord, thy presence now | | | | | | | |