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7 | In Bethlehem, God's own begotten | | | | | | | |
9 | One desire have I above all others | | | | | | | |
10 | Be joyful, all ye near and far | | | | | | | |
12 | All hail, thou Sacrificial Man | | | | | | | |
13 | He comes with consolation | | | | | | | |
14 | Peace, my peace, be unto you | | | | | | | |
15 | All that God doth, He doeth well! | | | | | | | |
17 | O Head, all blood, all wounded | | | | | | | |
19 | Heav'nward goes our pathway on! | | | | | | | |
20 | I know a quiet little acre-lot | | | | | | | |
21 | I hail thee, O, thou Shepherd Good | | | | | | | |
23 | God with us, Immanuel | | | | | | | |
24 | Be not cast down, O little flock | | | | | | | |
25 | Each new day demands new living | | | | | | | |
26 | The night is no man's friend! | | | | | | | |
27 | To pray thou goest to the garden | | | | | | | |
28 | Light of lights, enlighten me! | | | | | | | |
30 | In Jesus' holy name we stand | | | | | | | |
31 | Weep thou not, God's living yet | | | | | | | |
32 | The Shepherd for his flock is dying | | | | | | | |
33 | A Christian, cross-less cannot be! | | | | | | | |
35 | A mighty stronghold is our God | | | | | | | |
36 | God lives! How can I mournful be | | | | | | | |
37 | I long to be departing | | | | | | | |
39 | Forbear, my heart, forbear, forbear | | | | | | | |
40 | Jesus, wondrous, wondrous Star | | | | | | | |
41 | Rev'rent enter Nature's fane | | | | | | | |
42 | Through trouble and through sorrow | | | | | | | |
43 | How lovely are the mansions, Lord | | | | | | | |
46 | Our times, Lord, Thou upholdest | | | | | | | |
48 | What we shall be! To know, we're often yearning | | | | | | | |
50 | Blessed, blessed, their condition | | | | | | | |
51 | Thy spirit thus commending | | | | | | | |
52 | Where can I find the Master? | | | | | | | |
53 | Ask, to thee it shall be given | | | | | | | |
54 | Jerusalem, thou mother town | | | | | | | |
56 | My Jesus, as thou wilt | | | | | | | |
57 | The year again is ending | | | | | | | |
58 | The earth has closed its weary eye | | | | | | | |
59 | Jerusalem, town of the King | | | | | | | |
61 | Ah, my heart, to it give up | | | | | | | |
62 | Dearer the child, the stroke severer! | | | | | | | |
63 | God cares for me! Should I be caring! | | | | | | | |