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1 | My God, shall sin its power maintain | | | | | | | |
2 | Hark! upon the morning breezes | | | | | | | |
3 | Hail to the morn that dawns on eastern hills | | | | | | | |
4 | Hail to the King, Who comes in weakness now | | | | | | | |
5 | Ye saints exult with cheerful song | | | | | | | |
6 | He came because the Father willed | | | | | | | |
7 | Now the King Immortal | | | | | | | |
8 | When o'er the world Augustus reigned | | | | | | | |
9 | O Light, resplendent of the morn | | | | | | | |
10 | O wounded hands and feet! | | | | | | | |
11 | When Jesus to the judgment hall | | | | | | | |
12 | They brought Him to the hill of death | | | | | | | |
13 | "Watch with Me," The Master said | | | | | | | |
14 | They cried, "Let Him be crucified!" | | | | | | | |
15 | O darkest night that ever fell! | | | | | | | |
16 | Nailed to the cross the Saviour dies | | | | | | | |
17 | O Son of God, afflicted | | | | | | | |
18 | This be our prayer, O Saviour of our souls | | | | | | | |
19 | Lo, in its brightness the morning arising | | | | | | | |
20 | In the dark of early morn | | | | | | | |
21 | Glory to God! The morn appointed breaks | | | | | | | |
22 | Glory to God! the Christ hath left the tomb | | | | | | | |
23 | Rise, O glorious orb of day,— | | | | | | | |
24 | Borne on the clouds the Christ arose | | | | | | | |
25 | Lift up the gates | | | | | | | |
26 | Borne on the wings of light | | | | | | | |
27 | Like the beams that from the sun | | | | | | | |
28 | Come, Holy Ghost, in might | | | | | | | |
29 | Spirit of God, in love descend | | | | | | | |
30 | Lord, may Thy Holy Spirit calm | | | | | | | |
31 | O God, the Holy Ghost | | | | | | | |
32 | When Jesus to the Jordan came | | | | | | | |
33 | When on the mount the Lord appeared | | | | | | | |
34 | Behold, the King of Zion rides | | | | | | | |
35 | Waving in the autumn breeze | | | | | | | |
36 | When in the clouds of heaven | | | | | | | |
37 | Rest in the Lord, O servant by His grace | | | | | | | |
38 | Thou dost not pass a lonesome way | | | | | | | |
39 | The man who erring counsel shuns | | | | | | | |
40 | Lord, a band of foes increasing | | | | | | | |
41 | Light of my life, O Lord, Thou art | | | | | | | |
42 | From the hills the light is streaming | | | | | | | |
43 | The day declines to night | | | | | | | |
44 | Lord, let us feel that Thou art near | | | | | | | |
45 | Come, praise with gladness the Lord of all creation | | | | | | | |
46 | Now with my weeping would I cleanse my soul | | | | | | | |
47 | O God of love, on bended knee | | | | | | | |
48 | O God, in mercy hear | | | | | | | |
49 | Come to the Christ in tears | | | | | | | |
50 | Forgive my heart its vain regrets | | | | | | | |
51 | Far let me flee from worldly sin | | | | | | | |
52 | Lord of mercy, at Thy gate | | | | | | | |
53 | Burdened with a heavy load | | | | | | | |
54 | Lord of a countless throng | | | | | | | |
55 | Let all the world abroad | | | | | | | |
56 | Thou Saviour of our sinful race | | | | | | | |
57 | Where the Lord reveals His presence | | | | | | | |
58 | O Love of God, surpassing far | | | | | | | |
59 | O God of our salvation, Who in thy glorious might | | | | | | | |
60 | O Jesus, when my guilty fears | | | | | | | |
61 | Lord, I am Thine, for Thou hast died for me | | | | | | | |
62 | Lord, let our eyes the things unseen behold | | | | | | | |
63 | Wake to the songs that lips unsullied sing | | | | | | | |
64 | Bring to the Christ your fears | | | | | | | |
65 | Lord, soothe my anxious, troubled soul | | | | | | | |
66 | Surpassing great the gift of God | | | | | | | |
67 | My hope is firmly set | | | | | | | |
68 | The time is drawing near | | | | | | | |
69 | I will not yield my sword | | | | | | | |
70 | If in the cause of right I must | | | | | | | |
71 | The Christ on Olive's mount in prayer | | | | | | | |
72 | Like music at the stilly hour | | | | | | | |
73 | O Lord, Thou in the hour of need | | | | | | | |
74 | My harp upon the willows, grave | | | | | | | |
75 | To Thee my soul enraptured sings | | | | | | | |
76 | Christ The Word! Thine Incarnation | | | | | | | |
77 | Come, keep this Feast, who holy things revere | | | | | | | |