# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
1 | There is a God--all nature speaks | | | | | | | |
2 | I sing th'almighty power of God | | | | | | | |
3 | Come, O my soul! in sacred lays | | | | | | | |
4 | Great God! how infinite art thou! | | | | | | | |
5 | Ah! how shall fallen man | | | | | | | |
6 | Lord, I am vile, conceived in sin | | | | | | | |
7 | Death's not the "Gate of paradise" | | | | | | | |
8 | Blest is the man that walketh not | | | | | | | |
9 | Almighty Maker of my frame | | | | | | | |
10 | Calm on the list'ning ear of night | | | | | | | |
11 | In pity for our helpless fate | | | | | | | |
12 | I know that my Redeemer lives | | | | | | | |
13 | Jesus, by his own precious blood | | | | | | | |
14 | Thou art the Way--to thee alone | | | | | | | |
15 | To us a child of hope is born | | | | | | | |
16 | Come, happy souls! approach your God | | | | | | | |
17 | Not to condemn the sons of men | | | | | | | |
18 | Grace! 'tis a charming sound! | | | | | | | |
19 | 'Tis midnight--and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
20 | He dies!-- the Friend of sinners dies! | | | | | | | |
21 | Angels! roll the rock away! | | | | | | | |
22 | The Christ, the Son of God, hath died! | | | | | | | |
23 | Morning breaks upon the tomb | | | | | | | |
24 | Our Lord is risen from the dead | | | | | | | |
25 | He lives--the great Redeemer lives! | | | | | | | |
26 | There is a fountain filled with blood | | | | | | | |
27 | Jesus, no other name but thine | | | | | | | |
28 | Life but in Christ, O, joyful theme! | | | | | | | |
29 | Now to the Lord, who makes us know | | | | | | | |
30 | Hark! a mighty swelling sound | | | | | | | |
31 | Hark! down through the starry portals | | | | | | | |
32 | The Savior comes, his advent's nigh | | | | | | | |
33 | The Lord will come, the earth shall quake | | | | | | | |
34 | I can see beyond the river | | | | | | | |
35 | I love to tell the story | | | | | | | |
36 | Tho' to dust this frail body may turn | | | | | | | |
37 | There's a home for all the blest | | | | | | | |
38 | Not what these hands have done | | | | | | | |
39 | I hear the words of love | | | | | | | |
40 | God is the refuge of his saints | | | | | | | |
41 | Blest are the humble souls who see | | | | | | | |
42 | I know that my Redeemer lives | | | | | | | |
43 | As Jesus died, and rose again | | | | | | | |
44 | My faith shall triumph o'er the grave | | | | | | | |
45 | The night is far spent, and the day is at hand | | | | | | | |
46 | My home is in Eden, my rest is not here | | | | | | | |
47 | The night is spent--the morning ray | | | | | | | |
48 | The glorious day is coming | | | | | | | |
49 | We have heard from the bright and the better land | | | | | | | |
50 | It is the hour of Time's farewell | | | | | | | |
51 | I know that my Redeemer lives | | | | | | | |
52 | I know that my Messiah lives | | | | | | | |
53 | There is a world to come | | | | | | | |
54 | No, not the love without the blood | | | | | | | |
55 | We're marching through a wilderness | | | | | | | |
56 | I love thee, I love thee, I love thee my Lord! | | | | | | | |
57 | There is no name so sweet on earth | | | | | | | |
58 | What vessel are you sailing in? | | | | | | | |
59 | Jerusalem, my happy home | | | | | | | |
60 | Yes, He will come though Pharisee | | | | | | | |
61 | There is a safe and secret place | | | | | | | |
62 | O when the morn of morns shall beam | | | | | | | |
63 | I am looking for the dawning | | | | | | | |
64 | A home for me! what a joyful tho't | | | | | | | |
65 | O! the tho't is soul-enliv'ning | | | | | | | |
66 | We pine and sigh for the age of love | | | | | | | |
67 | We are watching, we are waiting | | | | | | | |
68 | I am waiting, ever waiting | | | | | | | |
69 | Beautiful Eden, refuge of peace | | | | | | | |
70a | O shout for joy! let songs arise | | | | | | | |
70b | Mortals, awake, with angels join | | | | | | | |
71 | Lift up the trumpet, oh, loud let it ring! | | | | | | | |
72 | When Jesus comes to earth again | | | | | | | |
73 | There's not a bright and beaming smile | | | | | | | |
74 | Jesus comes with all his grace | | | | | | | |
75 | This groaning earth is too dark and drear | | | | | | | |
76 | How sweet the Christian's hope to me | | | | | | | |
77 | How cheering is the Christian's hope | | | | | | | |
78 | Thine oath and promise, mighty God | | | | | | | |
79 | Shall we gather at the river | | | | | | | |
80 | No slacker grows the fight | | | | | | | |
81 | Sweet rivers of redeeming love | | | | | | | |
82 | In expectation sweet | | | | | | | |
83 | This is not my place of resting | | | | | | | |
84 | O glorious hope of heav'nly love! | | | | | | | |
85 | The church has waited long | | | | | | | |
86a | In love, the Father's sinless child | | | | | | | |
86b | Come nearer, nearer still | | | | | | | |
87 | Lo, what a glorious sight appears | | | | | | | |
88 | Beautiful Zion built above | | | | | | | |
89 | O hail, happy day, that speaks our trials ended | | | | | | | |
90 | O joyful sound of gospel grace! | | | | | | | |
91 | "A little while," our Lord shall come | | | | | | | |
92 | How happy every child of grace | | | | | | | |
93 | Joyfully, joyfully onward I roam | | | | | | | |
94 | Glory to God! the night is almost over | | | | | | | |
95 | On time's temptuous ocean wide | | | | | | | |
96 | My soul is happy when I hear | | | | | | | |
97 | He is coming, and the tidings | | | | | | | |
98 | Joy to the world! the Lord will come! | | | | | | | |