# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
41 | The Lord, the God of glory, reigns | | | | | | | |
42 | Shall the vile race of flesh and blood | | | | | | | |
43 | High on a hill of dazzling light | | | | | | | |
44 | Jehovah reigns--his throne is high | | | | | | | |
45 | The Lord Jehovah reigns | | | | | | | |
46 | Holy and reverend is the name | | | | | | | |
47 | Keep silence--all created things | | | | | | | |
48 | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
49 | Thy way, O Lord, is in the sea | | | | | | | |
50 | The Lord our God is clothed with might | | | | | | | |
51 | God's holy law, transgressed | | | | | | | |
52 | Ah, how shall fallen man | | | | | | | |
53 | How heavy is the night | | | | | | | |
54 | Plunged in a gulf of dark despair | | | | | | | |
55 | How sad our state by nature is! | | | | | | | |
56 | Great King of glory and of grace! | | | | | | | |
57 | All-glorious God, what hymns of praise | | | | | | | |
58 | Buried in shadows of the night | | | | | | | |
59 | How helpless guilty nature lies | | | | | | | |
60 | Arise, my tender thoughts, arise | | | | | | | |
61 | The Lord on high proclaims | | | | | | | |
62 | May not the sovereign Lord on high | | | | | | | |
63 | Not to condemn the sons of men | | | | | | | |
64 | Come, happy souls--approach your God | | | | | | | |
65 | Raise your triumphant songs | | | | | | | |
66 | Hark--hark--the notes of joy | | | | | | | |
67 | Salvation!--oh, the joyful sound! | | | | | | | |
68 | This is the word of truth and love | | | | | | | |
69 | God, in the gospel of his Son | | | | | | | |
70 | Lord, we confess our numerous faults | | | | | | | |
71 | Now to the power of God supreme | | | | | | | |
72 | Grace!--'tis a charming sound! | | | | | | | |
73 | Father, how wide thy glory shines! | | | | | | | |
74 | Wake, O my soul, and hail the morn | | | | | | | |
75 | Hark!--the herald angels sing | | | | | | | |
76 | Hark!--what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
77 | Behold! the grace appears | | | | | | | |
78 | High let us swell our tuneful notes | | | | | | | |
79 | We come with joyful song | | | | | | | |
80 | Angels! from the realms of glory | | | | | | | |
81 | Hail, thou long-expected Jesus | | | | | | | |
82 | Hark! the glad sound! the Saviour comes | | | | | | | |
83 | To us a Child of hope is born | | | | | | | |
84 | Bright and joyful is the morn | | | | | | | |
85 | Rejoice in Jesus' birth! | | | | | | | |
86 | Before the heavens were spread abroad | | | | | | | |
87 | Now for a tune of lofty praise | | | | | | | |
88 | Now to the Lord a noble song! | | | | | | | |
89 | Bright King of glory--dreadful God | | | | | | | |
90 | Join all the glorious names | | | | | | | |
91 | With joy we meditate the grace | | | | | | | |
92 | Jesus, by his own precious blood | | | | | | | |
93 | He lives-- the great Redeemer lives! | | | | | | | |
94 | Jesus, the conqueror, reigns | | | | | | | |
95 | Jesus, hail! enthroned in glory | | | | | | | |
96 | The Savior lives, no more to die | | | | | | | |
97 | Dearest of all the names above | | | | | | | |
98 | Come, let us lift our joyful eyes | | | | | | | |
99 | Jesus, and didst thou condescend | | | | | | | |
100 | Behold the blind their sight receive! | | | | | | | |
101 | My dear Redeemer, and my Lord | | | | | | | |
102 | Behold, where, in a mortal form | | | | | | | |
103 | Jesus! exalted far on high | | | | | | | |
104 | In duties and in sufferings too | | | | | | | |
105 | Make us, by thy transforming grace | | | | | | | |
106 | Like sheep we went astray | | | | | | | |
107 | And did the holy and the just | | | | | | | |
108 | Jesus! and didst thou leave the sky | | | | | | | |
109 | Behold the Saviour of mankind | | | | | | | |
110 | Stretched on the cross, the Saviour dies | | | | | | | |
111 | Hark! the voice of love and mercy | | | | | | | |
112 | In vain we seek for peace with God | | | | | | | |
113 | How shall the sons of men appear | | | | | | | |
114 | Not all the blood of beasts | | | | | | | |
115 | He dies!--the Friend of sinners dies! | | | | | | | |
116 | There is a fountain, filled with blood | | | | | | | |
117 | Rock of ages! cleft for me | | | | | | | |
118 | Deep are the wounds which sin has made | | | | | | | |
119 | Why droops my soul, with grief oppressed? | | | | | | | |
120 | Behold the gift of God! | | | | | | | |
121 | We lift our hearts to thee | | | | | | | |
122 | Christ, whose glory fills the sky | | | | | | | |
123 | Light of those whose dreary dwelling | | | | | | | |
124 | Jesus, Saviour of my soul | | | | | | | |
125 | Thou art the WAY--to thee alone | | | | | | | |
126 | Jesus, my truth, my way | | | | | | | |
127 | Yes! the Redeemer rose | | | | | | | |
128 | Angels! roll the rock away! | | | | | | | |
129 | Blest morning, whose first, dawning rays | | | | | | | |
130 | "The Lord is risen indeed!" | | | | | | | |
131 | Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day | | | | | | | |
132 | Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day | | | | | | | |
133 | Morning breaks upon the tomb | | | | | | | |
134 | Hark, ten thousand harps and voices | | | | | | | |
135 | Behold the glories of the Lamb | | | | | | | |
136 | He, who on earth as man was known | | | | | | | |
137 | Great God, to what a glorious height | | | | | | | |
138 | Exalted Prince of Life! we own | | | | | | | |
139 | All hail, the great Immanuel's name! | | | | | | | |
140 | Look! ye saints--the sight is glorious | | | | | | | |