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101 | He leadeth me! oh, blessed thought | | | | | | | |
102 | God bless our native land! | | | | | | | |
103 | Holy Father, hear my cry | | | | | | | |
104 | We would see Jesus—for the shadows lengthen | | | | | | | |
105 | Come, with all thy sorrow | | | | | | | |
106 | More love to Thee, O Christ! | | | | | | | |
107 | Oh, sometimes the shadows are deep | | | | | | | |
108 | At the Lamb's high feast we sing | | | | | | | |
109 | Dear Jesus ever at my side | | | | | | | |
110 | The Day of Resurrection | | | | | | | |
111 | Alleluia! Alleluia! Hearts to heaven and voices raise | | | | | | | |
112 | The brave sweet tones of Christmas chimes | | | | | | | |
113 | The First Nowel the Angel did say | | | | | | | |
114 | Now the light has gone away | | | | | | | |
115 | Holy night! peaceful night! | | | | | | | |
116 | Hark, the herald angels sing | | | | | | | |
117 | It came upon the midnight clear | | | | | | | |
118 | O little town of Bethlehem | | | | | | | |
119 | Thou art the Way; to Thee alone | | | | | | | |
120 | All is bright and cheerful round us | | | | | | | |
121 | Summer suns are glowing | | | | | | | |
122 | The year is swiftly waning | | | | | | | |
123 | Winter reigneth o'er the land | | | | | | | |
124 | Jesus, lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
125 | Jesus, Master, whom I serve | | | | | | | |
126 | Come, ye faithful, raise the strain | | | | | | | |
127 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
128 | Jesus, I my cross have taken | | | | | | | |
129 | Brightest and best of the sons of the morning | | | | | | | |
130 | A Child this day is born | | | | | | | |
131 | Hark! the sound of holy voices | | | | | | | |
132 | When Christ was born of pure Marie | | | | | | | |
133 | The corn is ripe for reaping | | | | | | | |
134 | Jesus is our loving Saviour! | | | | | | | |
135 | Ten thousand times ten thousand | | | | | | | |
136 | We are but strangers here | | | | | | | |
137 | There is a calm for those who weep | | | | | | | |
138 | O God of Bethel, by whose hand | | | | | | | |
139 | Weary of earth and laden with my sin | | | | | | | |
140 | Come unto Me, ye weary | | | | | | | |
141 | Lift up your heads, ye gates of brass | | | | | | | |
142 | O Mother dear, Jerusalem! | | | | | | | |
143 | Beneath the cross of Jesus | | | | | | | |
144 | Jesus, meek and gentle | | | | | | | |
145 | Dear Lord and Father of mankind | | | | | | | |
146 | The King of love my shepherd is | | | | | | | |
147 | Still will we trust, though earth seem dark and dreary | | | | | | | |
148 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
149 | Master, no offering | | | | | | | |
150 | Love divine, all love excelling | | | | | | | |
151 | Rejoice, rejoice, believers | | | | | | | |
152 | Thou art my hiding place, O Lord | | | | | | | |
153 | Hosanna we sing, like the children dear | | | | | | | |
154 | Who are these in bright array | | | | | | | |
155 | Angel voices, ever singing | | | | | | | |
156 | What a shout was heard in the realms of light | | | | | | | |
157 | All praise to Thee, eternal Lord | | | | | | | |
158 | Thou didst leave Thy throne | | | | | | | |
159 | Christians, awake! salute the happy morn | | | | | | | |
160 | Upward where the stars are burning | | | | | | | |
161 | And is the time approaching | | | | | | | |
162 | Around the throne of God in heaven | | | | | | | |
163 | Tell me the old, old story | | | | | | | |
164 | A mighty fortress is our God | | | | | | | |
165 | The strife is o'er, the battle done | | | | | | | |
166 | Calm on the listening ear of night | | | | | | | |
167 | Light of the world we hail Thee | | | | | | | |
168 | Last night I lay a-sleeping | | | | | | | |
169 | Father of all, to Thee | | | | | | | |
170 | Songs of praise the angels sang | | | | | | | |
171 | My hope is built on nothing less | | | | | | | |
172 | Lift up, lift up your voices now | | | | | | | |
173 | Blessed city, heavenly Salem | | | | | | | |
174 | Lord of our life, and God of our salvation | | | | | | | |
175 | There dwelt in old Judea | | | | | | | |
176 | Oft in danger, oft in woe | | | | | | | |
177 | In a little village of Bethlehem | | | | | | | |
178 | Glory to God on high! | | | | | | | |
179 | Child Jesus came from heavenly height | | | | | | | |
180 | Hark to the children's voices! | | | | | | | |
181 | Earth and sky with joy are singing | | | | | | | |
182 | Ancient of Days, Who sittest thron'd in glory | | | | | | | |
183 | Some day the silver cord will break | | | | | | | |
184 | Sweet Saviour, bless us ere we go | | | | | | | |
185 | The Children's Day begins to shine | | | | | | | |
186 | The saints of God their conflict past | | | | | | | |
187 | I heard a sound of voices | | | | | | | |
188 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
189 | Lead us, O Father, in the paths of peace | | | | | | | |
190 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
191 | Jesus, my Lord, my God, my All | | | | | | | |
192 | Pleasant are Thy courts above | | | | | | | |
193 | Round the Lord in glory seated | | | | | | | |
194 | Awake my soul, stretch ev'ry nerve | | | | | | | |
195 | The spacious firmament on high | | | | | | | |
196 | The roseate hues of early dawn | | | | | | | |
197 | O come, all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant | | | | | | | |
198 | Praise to God, immortal praise | | | | | | | |
199 | Lord God, we worship Thee! | | | | | | | |
200 | Come, my soul, thou must be waking | | | | | | | |