# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
199 | A pilgrim through this lonely world | | | | | | | |
200 | My dear Redeemer, and my Lord | | | | | | | |
201 | Awhile in spirit, Lord, to Thee | | | | | | | |
202 | Behold, the blind their sight receive | | | | | | | |
203 | On Jordan's banks the Baptist's cry | | | | | | | |
204 | When, like a stranger on our sphere | | | | | | | |
205 | How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound | | | | | | | |
206 | How beauteous were the marks divine | | | | | | | |
207 | O Lord, when we the path retrace | | | | | | | |
208 | What grace, O Lord, and beauty shone | | | | | | | |
209 | The winds were howling o'er the deep | | | | | | | |
210 | O, where is He that trod the sea | | | | | | | |
211 | Thine arm, O Lord, in days of old | | | | | | | |
212 | O Master, it is good to be | | | | | | | |
213 | O wondrous type, O vision fair | | | | | | | |
214 | Let every heart exulting beat | | | | | | | |
215 | "See how He loved!" exclaimed the Jews | | | | | | | |
216 | In love, the Father's sinless child | | | | | | | |
217 | Ride on, ride on in majesty! | | | | | | | |
218 | To Thee be glory, honor, praise | | | | | | | |
219 | What are those soul-reviving strains | | | | | | | |
220 | 'Tis midnight; and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
221 | Behold the Man! how glorious He | | | | | | | |
222 | The morning dawns upon the place | | | | | | | |
223 | Many woes had Christ endured | | | | | | | |
224 | Lord, in this Thy mercy's day | | | | | | | |
225 | Zion's Daughter, weep no more | | | | | | | |
226 | Go to dark Gethsemane | | | | | | | |
227 | I see the crowd in Pilate's hall | | | | | | | |
228 | For me vouchsafed the unspotted Lamb | | | | | | | |
229 | To Calvary, Lord, in spirit now | | | | | | | |
230 | Alas, and did my Saviour bleed? | | | | | | | |
231 | Behold the Saviour of mankind | | | | | | | |
232 | O Jesus, sweet the tears I shed | | | | | | | |
233 | O'erwhelmed in depths of woe | | | | | | | |
234 | Not all the blood of beasts | | | | | | | |
235 | Like sheep we went astray | | | | | | | |
236 | Jesus, the Christ of God | | | | | | | |
237 | Raise your triumphant songs | | | | | | | |
238 | O sacred Head, now wounded | | | | | | | |
239 | O Jesus, we adore Thee | | | | | | | |
240 | O blessed feet of Jesus, Weary with seeking me | | | | | | | |
241 | O Jesus, Thou art standing | | | | | | | |
242 | Ye that pass by, behold the Man | | | | | | | |
243 | Lord Jesus, when we stand afar | | | | | | | |
244 | O come, and mourn with me awhile | | | | | | | |
245 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
246 | "'Tis finished!" so the Saviour cried | | | | | | | |
247 | From Calvary a cry was heard | | | | | | | |
248 | Surely Christ thy griefs hath borne | | | | | | | |
249 | When on Sinai's top I see | | | | | | | |
250 | Near the cross was Mary weeping | | | | | | | |
251 | From the cross the blood in falling | | | | | | | |
252 | Hark, the voice of love and mercy | | | | | | | |
253 | Come to Calvary's holy mountain | | | | | | | |
254 | Now, my soul, thy voice upraising | | | | | | | |
255 | He, Who once in righteous vengeance | | | | | | | |
256 | In evil long I took delight | | | | | | | |
257 | Come, see the place where Jesus lies | | | | | | | |
258 | Resting from His work today | | | | | | | |
259 | All is o'er, the pain, the sorrow | | | | | | | |
260 | "Christ, the Lord, is risen today" | | | | | | | |
261 | Jesus Christ is risen to-day | | | | | | | |
262 | Hail to Thee, our risen King | | | | | | | |
263 | Angels, roll the rock away | | | | | | | |
264 | Jesus Christ is risen to-day, Hallelujah | | | | | | | |
265 | Christ, the Lord, is risen again | | | | | | | |
266 | Yes, the Redeemer rose | | | | | | | |
267 | The happy morn is come | | | | | | | |
268 | The atoning work is done | | | | | | | |
269 | Done is the work that saves | | | | | | | |
270 | Mary to her Saviour's tomb | | | | | | | |
271 | Sons of Zion, raise your songs | | | | | | | |
272 | How calm and beautiful the morn | | | | | | | |
273 | The morning purples all the sky | | | | | | | |
274 | I say to all men, far and near | | | | | | | |
275 | Ye choirs of new Jerusalem | | | | | | | |
276 | O Jesus, when I think of Thee | | | | | | | |
277 | "The Lord is risen indeed" | | | | | | | |
278 | Thou art gone up on high | | | | | | | |
279 | Jesus, the Conqueror, reigns | | | | | | | |
280 | Our Lord is risen from the dead | | | | | | | |
281 | Lord, Thy church hath seen Thee rise | | | | | | | |
282 | "I know that my Redeemer lives" | | | | | | | |
283 | He dies, the Friend of sinners dies | | | | | | | |
284 | He lives, the Great Redeemer lives | | | | | | | |
285 | O Lord most High, Eternal King | | | | | | | |
286 | Hail the day that sees Him rise | | | | | | | |
287 | He is gone! and we remain | | | | | | | |
288 | We did not see Thee lifted high | | | | | | | |
289 | Now have I found the ground wherein | | | | | | | |
290 | Rise, glorious Conqueror, rise | | | | | | | |
291 | Let us awake our joys | | | | | | | |
292 | Glory to God on high | | | | | | | |
293 | Come, all ye saints of God | | | | | | | |
294 | Welcome, Thou victor in the strife | | | | | | | |
295 | Beyond the glittering starry skies | | | | | | | |
296 | Crown Him with many crowns | | | | | | | |
297 | Throned high is Jesus now | | | | | | | |
298 | The Lord on high ascends | | | | | | | |