# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
101 | Brightest and best of the sons of the morning | | | | | | | |
102 | Earth has many a noble city | | | | | | | |
103 | From the eastern mountains | | | | | | | |
104 | Songs of thankfulness and praise | | | | | | | |
105 | The people that in darkness sat | | | | | | | |
106 | What star is this, with beams so bright | | | | | | | |
107 | In stature grows the heavenly Child | | | | | | | |
108 | Forty days and forty nights | | | | | | | |
109 | Have mercy, Lord, on me | | | | | | | |
110 | In the hour of trial | | | | | | | |
111 | Lord, in this thy mercy’s day | | | | | | | |
112 | O Jesus, thou didst consecrate | | | | | | | |
113 | My sins have taken such a hold on me | | | | | | | |
114 | No, not despairingly | | | | | | | |
115 | O Jesus, Lord most merciful | | | | | | | |
116 | O kind Creator, bow thine ear | | | | | | | |
117 | O Lord, turn not thy face from me | | | | | | | |
118 | Sinful, sighing to be blest | | | | | | | |
119 | When my lip confesses | | | | | | | |
120 | All glory, laud, and honor | | | | | | | |
121 | Ride on, ride on in majesty | | | | | | | |
122 | Glory be to Jesus | | | | | | | |
123 | Lord, through this Holy Week of our salvation | | | | | | | |
124 | My Lord, my Master, at thy feet adoring | | | | | | | |
125 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
126 | Weep not for him who onward bears | | | | | | | |
127 | When I survey the wondrous Cross | | | | | | | |
128 | When my love to Christ grows weak | | | | | | | |
129 | Forgive them, O my Father | | | | | | | |
130 | O word of pity, for our pardon pleading | | | | | | | |
131 | Lord, when thy Kingdom comes, remember me | | | | | | | |
132 | At the Cross her station keeping | | | | | | | |
133 | Throned upon the awful Tree | | | | | | | |
134 | His are the thousand sparkling rills | | | | | | | |
135 | O perfect life of love | | | | | | | |
136 | And now, beloved Lord, thy soul resigning | | | | | | | |
137 | Go to dark Gethsemane | | | | | | | |
138 | O come and mourn with me awhile | | | | | | | |
139 | O sacred head, surrounded | | | | | | | |
140 | See the destined day arise | | | | | | | |
141 | By Jesus’ grave on either hand | | | | | | | |
142 | Lord Jesus, who, our souls to save | | | | | | | |
143 | Weeping as they go their way | | | | | | | |
144 | A brighter dawn is breaking | | | | | | | |
145 | At the Lamb’s high feast we sing | | | | | | | |
146 | Christ is risen, Alleluia! | | | | | | | |
147 | Christ the Lord is risen today (Wesley) | | | | | | | |
148 | Alleluia, Alleluia, hearts to heaven and voices raise | | | | | | | |
149 | He is risen, he is risen | | | | | | | |
150 | On wings of living light | | | | | | | |
151 | Jesus Christ is risen today | | | | | | | |
152 | Jesus lives! thy terrors now | | | | | | | |
153 | Lift your glad voices in triumph on high | | | | | | | |
154 | O sons and daughters, let us sing | | | | | | | |
155 | On the resurrection morning | | | | | | | |
156 | Our Lord Christ hath risen | | | | | | | |
157 | The day of Resurrection | | | | | | | |
158 | The strife is o’er, the battle done | | | | | | | |
159 | The happy morn is come! | | | | | | | |
160 | The foe behind, the deep before | | | | | | | |
161 | Lord, in thy name thy servants plead | | | | | | | |
162 | Hail the day that sees him rise | | | | | | | |
163 | Redeemer, now thy work is done | | | | | | | |
164 | See the Conqueror mounts in triumph | | | | | | | |
165 | The golden gates are lifted up | | | | | | | |
166 | Thou art gone up on high | | | | | | | |
167 | Come, Holy Spirit, come; let thy bright beams arise | | | | | | | |
168 | Come, Holy Ghost, our souls inspire | | | | | | | |
169 | Our blest Redeemer, ere he breathed | | | | | | | |
170 | Creator Spirit, by whose aid | | | | | | | |
171 | When God of old came down from heaven | | | | | | | |
172 | All praise to God the Father | | | | | | | |
173 | Three in One, and One in Three | | | | | | | |
174 | Captains of the saintly band | | | | | | | |
175 | For all the saints who from their labors rest | | | | | | | |
176 | For all thy saints, O Lord | | | | | | | |
177 | Hark, the sound of holy voices | | | | | | | |
178 | How bright these glorious spirits shine | | | | | | | |
179 | O what if we are Christ’s | | | | | | | |
180 | The saints of God! their conflict past | | | | | | | |
181 | The eternal gifts of Christ the King | | | | | | | |
182 | The Son of God goes forth to war | | | | | | | |
183 | What are these in bright array? | | | | | | | |
184 | Who are these like stars appearing | | | | | | | |
185 | From all thy saints in warfare | | | | | | | |
186 | O thou, who didst with love untold | | | | | | | |
187 | In his temple now behold him | | | | | | | |
188 | Bishop of the souls of men | | | | | | | |
189 | Praise we the Lord this day | | | | | | | |
190 | We praise thy grace, O Savior | | | | | | | |
191 | The son of Consolation | | | | | | | |
192 | Forsaken once, and thrice denied | | | | | | | |
193 | For all thy saints, a noble throng | | | | | | | |
194 | O Master, it is good to be | | | | | | | |
195 | Tis good, Lord, to be here | | | | | | | |
196 | Upon the holy mount they stood | | | | | | | |
197 | King of saints, to whom the number | | | | | | | |
198 | Behold, the Master passeth by | | | | | | | |
199 | Hark, hark, my soul! angelic songs are swelling | | | | | | | |
200 | They come, God’s messengers of love | | | | | | | |