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213 | Blow ye [you] the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
214 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
215 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
216 | Come, let us join our friends above, who [that] have obtained the prize | | | | | | | |
217 | The Son of God goes forth to war | | | | | | | |
218 | Hark! a thrilling voice is sounding | | | | | | | |
219 | See, he comes, whom every nation | | | | | | | |
220 | Now gird your patient loins again | | | | | | | |
221 | Once more, O Lord, thy sign shall be | | | | | | | |
222 | Hosanna to the living Lord | | | | | | | |
223 | Hark, what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
224 | While with ceaseless [careless] course the sun | | | | | | | |
225 | Brightest and best of the sons [stars] of the morning | | | | | | | |
226 | Jesus, let thy pitying eye | | | | | | | |
227 | My dear Redeemer, and my Lord | | | | | | | |
228 | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? | | | | | | | |
229 | Hail, thou once despised Jesus | | | | | | | |
230 | Go to dark [sad] Gethsemane | | | | | | | |
231 | Oh, Sacred Head, now wounded | | | | | | | |
232 | The atoning work is done, The Victim's blood is shed | | | | | | | |
233 | Jesus Christ is risen today, Our triumphant | | | | | | | |
234 | Hail the day that sees him rise | | | | | | | |
235 | Where high the heavenly temple stands | | | | | | | |
236 | Creator Spirit, by whose aid [light] | | | | | | | |
237 | Lord God, the Holy Ghost! In this accepted | | | | | | | |
238 | Spirit of truth, on this Thy day, To Thee for help we cry | | | | | | | |
239 | Holy Father, great Creator, source of mercy | | | | | | | |
240 | Thou whose almighty word Chaos and darkness heard | | | | | | | |
241 | Great God, as seasons disappear | | | | | | | |
242 | Before the Lord we bow | | | | | | | |
243 | My faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary | | | | | | | |
244 | My God [O God], accept my [our] heart [hearts] this day | | | | | | | |
245 | Bread of [for] the world, in mercy broken | | | | | | | |
246 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
247 | Thou art gone to the grave but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
248 | Come, my soul, thy suit prepare | | | | | | | |
249 | Depth of mercy, can there be, Mercy still reserved for me? | | | | | | | |
250 | Just as I am, without one plea | | | | | | | |
251 | Forever here my rest shall [will] be, close | | | | | | | |
252 | Jesus, thy blood and righteousness | | | | | | | |
253 | Jesus, the very [only] thought of Thee [You] | | | | | | | |
254 | My God, I love Thee, not because I hope for heaven | | | | | | | |
255 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
256 | Lord, thy glory fills the heaven | | | | | | | |
257 | Awake, my soul, in [to] joyful [joyous] lays | | | | | | | |
258 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
259 | The strain upraise of joy and praise Alleluia | | | | | | | |
260 | O, for a [an] heart to praise [love] my God | | | | | | | |
261 | There is a fold whence none can stray | | | | | | | |
262 | O Lord, my best desire [desires] fulfill | | | | | | | |
263 | My Jesus [Father] [Savior], as thou wilt | | | | | | | |
264 | Abide with me, fast falls the eventide | | | | | | | |
265 | Forth in thy name [strength], O Lord, I [we] go | | | | | | | |
266 | Far from the world, O Lord, I [I'd] [we] flee | | | | | | | |
267 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
268 | Sun of my soul [our souls], thou [my] [O] Savior [Father] dear | | | | | | | |
269 | Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
270 | Forever with the Lord [our God], amen, so let it be | | | | | | | |
271 | Jerusalem, my happy home, name ever dear to me | | | | | | | |
272 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
273 | Day of wrath, that [O] day of mourning [burning] | | | | | | | |
274 | Let me not, thou King eternal | | | | | | | |
275 | Brief life is here our portion | | | | | | | |
276 | Jerusalem, the golden, with milk and honey blest | | | | | | | |
277 | For thee, O dear, dear country | | | | | | | |