# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
15 | Glory in the highest to God | | | | | | | |
17 | Praise the Lord, O ye his servants | | | | | | | |
18a | Hail! cheerful Light, of his pure glory poured | | | | | | | |
18b | Thou art blessed, O Lord, who nourishest me from my youth | | | | | | | |
19 | The world's producing law was Primal Mind | | | | | | | |
21 | Bridle of untamed colts | | | | | | | |
24 | Shepherd of eager youth | | | | | | | |
27 | The Bridegroom cometh! overhead | | | | | | | |
34 | Hear us now, Eternal Monarch | | | | | | | |
36 | O thou, the One supreme o'er all! | | | | | | | |
38 | O Christ the King! since breath pent up so long | | | | | | | |
40 | What wilt thou possess or be | | | | | | | |
46a | 'Tis dawn: to God I lift my hand | | | | | | | |
46b | O Thou, the Word of truth divine! | | | | | | | |
47 | Christ, my Lord, I come to bless thee | | | | | | | |
48 | O Bride of Christ on high | | | | | | | |
57 | Where are my wingèd words? Dissolved in air | | | | | | | |
60 | Wake, wake, I pray thee, shrill-toned lyre! | | | | | | | |
67 | Again we hail the opening morn | | | | | | | |
70a | Lift up thyself, my soul | | | | | | | |
70b | To Thee at evening gray | | | | | | | |
71 | Awake, our lute, the Child to sing | | | | | | | |
73 | Thee, with the holy self sprung Fount, we sing | | | | | | | |
75 | O my deathless, O my blessed | | | | | | | |
76 | O! 'Tis no theme of common things | | | | | | | |
78 | Well-beloved and glory-laden | | | | | | | |
80 | Christ the Son Of God most high | | | | | | | |
86 | Into his arms with tender love | | | | | | | |
87 | A Star shines forth in heaven suddenly | | | | | | | |
88 | Salem is shouting with her children | | | | | | | |
89 | To thee, O God, be praises | | | | | | | |
90 | He calls us to a day of gladness | | | | | | | |
91 | Child, by God's sweet mercy given | | | | | | | |
92 | As my provision for my journey, I have taken thee | | | | | | | |
94 | Glory to the glorious One | | | | | | | |
96 | Jehovah, judge my cause | | | | | | | |
98 | How bitter is the grief | | | | | | | |
102 | The day is past and over | | | | | | | |
103 | A great and mighty wonder! | | | | | | | |
104 | In Bethlehem is He born! | | | | | | | |
105a | The Lord and King of all things | | | | | | | |
105b | Fierce was the wild billow | | | | | | | |
107 | O the mystery, passing wonder | | | | | | | |
108 | Jesus, hastening for the world to suffer | | | | | | | |
109 | Christian! dost thou see them | | | | | | | |
110 | The first of all apostles | | | | | | | |
112 | The wonder-working Master | | | | | | | |
113 | Our hymns receive, Redeemer | | | | | | | |
114 | Habakkuk in ancient song | | | | | | | |
115 | 'Tis the day of resurrection! | | | | | | | |
116a | Come, let us drink of that new river | | | | | | | |
116b | Stand on thy watchtower, Habakkuk the Seer | | | | | | | |
117 | Let us rise in early morning | | | | | | | |
118a | Into the dim earth's lowest parts descending | | | | | | | |
118b | Who from the fiery furnace saved the Three | | | | | | | |
119 | Thou hallowed chosen morn of praise | | | | | | | |
120 | Shine! shine! O new Jerusalem | | | | | | | |
121a | If the dark and awful tomb | | | | | | | |
121b | They who with Mary came | | | | | | | |
122 | The tuneful sound of music | | | | | | | |
123 | Into the fiery furnace flung | | | | | | | |
124 | Jesu, give thy servants | | | | | | | |
125 | Take the last kiss-- the last forever! | | | | | | | |
129 | With pain earth's joys are mingled | | | | | | | |
130 | Let heaven rejoice, and earth be glad | | | | | | | |
132 | Bethlehem hath opened Eden | | | | | | | |
134a | Christ is born! Tell forth his fame! | | | | | | | |
134b | Him, of the Father's very Essence | | | | | | | |
136 | Rod of the Root of Jesse | | | | | | | |
137 | Father of Peace, and God of Consolation! | | | | | | | |
138a | As Jonah, issuing from his three day's tomb | | | | | | | |
138b | The Holy Children boldly stand | | | | | | | |
139 | The dewy freshness that the furnace flings | | | | | | | |
140 | O wondrous mystery, full of passing grace! | | | | | | | |
141 | He who with His mighty hand | | | | | | | |
142 | Art thou weary, art thou languid | | | | | | | |
144 | The Lord my Maker, forming me of clay | | | | | | | |
146 | That fearful day, that day of speechless dread | | | | | | | |
147 | God comes;--and who shall stand before his fear? | | | | | | | |
148 | The day is near, the judgment is at hand | | | | | | | |
150 | The Lord draws nigh, the righteous throne's Assessor | | | | | | | |
152 | The Lord, the Lord hath triumphed | | | | | | | |
154 | Are thy toils and woes increasing? | | | | | | | |
155 | Let our choir new anthems raise | | | | | | | |
156 | Jesus, Lord of life eternal | | | | | | | |
157 | Wafting Him up on high | | | | | | | |
158a | Exalt, exalt, the heavenly gates | | | | | | | |
158b | Of twofold natures, Christ, the Giver | | | | | | | |
159 | After three day Thou didst rise | | | | | | | |
160 | Jesu, name all names above | | | | | | | |
162 | O Unity of Threefold light | | | | | | | |
163 | O thou uncovered Corse, Word of the Lving One | | | | | | | |
164 | Behold, the Bridegroom cometh in the middle of the night | | | | | | | |
165 | Christ, we sing thy saving Passion | | | | | | | |
166 | The seplucher is holding | | | | | | | |
167 | Let all mortal flesh keep silence, and with fear and trembling stand | | | | | | | |
168 | Christ, Mercy's holy River | | | | | | | |
169 | Within the womb of Anna | | | | | | | |
171 | O Saint, permitted here to see | | | | | | | |
172 | Mark, shining light of Egypt | | | | | | | |