# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
P1 | Before Jehovah's awful throne | | | | | | | |
P2 | Hail the blest morn when [see] the great Mediator | | | | | | | |
P3 | From the regions of love, lo, an angel descended | | | | | | | |
P4 | While humble shepherds watch'd their flocks | | | | | | | |
P5 | Mortals, awake, with angels join | | | | | | | |
P6 | Behold the woman's promised seed | | | | | | | |
P7 | Hark, the glad sound, the Savior's come | | | | | | | |
P8 | The true Messiah now appears | | | | | | | |
P9 | In Jordan's tide [waves] the Baptist [prophet] stands | | | | | | | |
P10 | The race that long in darkness pined | | | | | | | |
P11 | Behold, the well of life appear | | | | | | | |
P12 | On Tabor's top the Saviour stood | | | | | | | |
P13 | Awake, O Zion's daughter, rise | | | | | | | |
P14 | 'Twas on that [a] dark, that [and] doleful [awful] [dreary] night [day] | | | | | | | |
P15 | 'Twas on that night, when doom'd to know | | | | | | | |
P16 | Now let our mournful song [songs] record | | | | | | | |
P17 | Behold the blind their sight receive | | | | | | | |
P18 | As on the cross the Savior hung | | | | | | | |
P19 | We sing the Savior's wondrous death | | | | | | | |
P20 | Hark, the voice of love and mercy | | | | | | | |
P21 | He dies, the friend of sinners dies | | | | | | | |
P22 | When we the sacred grave survey | | | | | | | |
P23 | The angels that watched round the tomb | | | | | | | |
P24 | Yes, the Redeemer rose [lives]; The Savior left the dead | | | | | | | |
P25 | Christ the [our] Lord is [has] risen today, [Alleluia] [Sons of men] | | | | | | | |
P26 | The Savior risen today we praise | | | | | | | |
P27 | Behold! the bright morning appears And Jesus revives from the grave | | | | | | | |
P28 | This is the day the first ripe sheaf | | | | | | | |
P29 | Our Lord is risen from the dead, Our Jesus [Savior] is gone | | | | | | | |
P30 | Beyond the glitt'ring, starry sky | | | | | | | |
P31 | Great was the day, the joy was great | | | | | | | |
P32 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
P33 | Sing to the Lord a new made song, who wondrous | | | | | | | |
H1 | To Him that lov'd the sons of men | | | | | | | |
H2 | Jesus, in thee our eyes behold | | | | | | | |
H3 | Thy worthiness is all our song | | | | | | | |
H4 | Behold the glories of the Lamb, Amidst [amid] his father's throne | | | | | | | |
H5 | O Jesus, the glory, the wonder, and love | | | | | | | |
H6 | Come, let us join our cheerful songs With angels round the throne | | | | | | | |
H7 | We bless the prophet of the Lord | | | | | | | |
H8 | Hail to the prince of life and peace | | | | | | | |
H9 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
H10 | Jesus, we hail thee Isr'l's King | | | | | | | |
H11 | King Jesus, reign forevermore | | | | | | | |
H12 | Now let our cheerful eyes survey | | | | | | | |
H13 | Rejoice, the Lord is King, Your God [Lord] and King adore | | | | | | | |
H14 | Come, let us join in songs of praise | | | | | | | |
H15 | Father, how wide thy glory shines | | | | | | | |
H16 | With Isr'l's God who can compare | | | | | | | |
H17 | From all that [who] dwell [dwells] below the [in earth and] skies | | | | | | | |
H18 | Salvation, O the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
H19 | Not all the blood of beast [beasts], On Jewish altars | | | | | | | |
H20 | O you immortal throng of angels | | | | | | | |
H21 | A friend there is, your voices join | | | | | | | |
H22 | Come, ye that love the Savior's name | | | | | | | |
H23 | This Lord is the Lord we adore | | | | | | | |
H24 | Exalted Prince of life, we own | | | | | | | |
H25 | Rejoice, O earth, the Lord is King | | | | | | | |
H26 | O Jesus, the giver of all we enjoy | | | | | | | |
H27 | Raise your triumphant songs | | | | | | | |
H28 | O thou to whom all creatures bow | | | | | | | |
H29 | No change of times shall ever shock my trust, O Lord, in thee | | | | | | | |
H30 | O Lord, Thy mercy, my sure hope | | | | | | | |
H31 | With glory clad, with strength arrayed | | | | | | | |
H32 | O render thanks to God above, The fountain of eternal love | | | | | | | |
H33 | Praise you the Lord, our God to praise | | | | | | | |
H34 | O praise the Lord, and thou my soul | | | | | | | |
H35 | To him who did salvation bring | | | | | | | |
S1 | The book of nature open lies | | | | | | | |
S2 | The spacious firmament on high | | | | | | | |
S3 | Bless God, my soul! Thou, Lord, alone | | | | | | | |
S4 | Yet thence in smaller parties drawn | | | | | | | |
S5 | The trees of God, without the care | | | | | | | |
S6 | But still the vast unfathom'd main | | | | | | | |
S7 | You boundless realms of joy | | | | | | | |
S8 | What glory gilds the sacred page | | | | | | | |
S9 | How precious is the book divine | | | | | | | |
S10 | Father of mercies, in thy [your] word | | | | | | | |
S11 | When Isr'l through the desert passed | | | | | | | |
S12 | Let avarice from [borne] shore to shore | | | | | | | |
S13 | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
S14 | O God of Bethel, by whose hand | | | | | | | |
S15 | What though no buds [flowers] the fig tree bear [clothe] | | | | | | | |
S16 | O God! our help in ages past | | | | | | | |
S17 | Through all the dangers of the night | | | | | | | |
S18 | How are thy servants blest, O Lord [God] | | | | | | | |
S19 | How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
S20 | There's no name among men, nor angels so bright | | | | | | | |
S21 | Forgiveness, 'tis [what] a joyful sound | | | | | | | |
S22 | Come, ye [you] [we] that [who] love the Lord [Christ], And let your [our] joys | | | | | | | |
S23 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
S24 | Let not your hearts with anxious thoughts | | | | | | | |
S25 | Behold the amazing gift of love The father hath bestowed | | | | | | | |
S26 | How happy are they, Who the [their] Savior [Jesus] obey | | | | | | | |
S27 | How happy is the Christian's state [mind] | | | | | | | |
S28 | Blest are the humble souls that [who] see | | | | | | | |
S29 | Blest is the man who [that] shuns the place | | | | | | | |
S30 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
S31 | I know that my Redeemer lives, what comfort this | | | | | | | |
S32 | Isr'l the desert trod | | | | | | | |