# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
CXLIX | Great Ruler of all nature's frame! | | | | | | | |
CL | O thou, whose power o'er moving worlds presides! | | | | | | | |
CLI | Sages of ancient letter'd times! | | | | | | | |
CLII | This is the day the Lord hath made | | | | | | | |
CLIII | While shepherds watch'd their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
CLIV | Hark! what celestial notes | | | | | | | |
CLV | No war nor battle's sound | | | | | | | |
CLVI | O let your mingling voices rise | | | | | | | |
CLVII | 'Shepherds, rejoice' lift up your eyes | | | | | | | |
CLVIII | Arise, and hail the happy day | | | | | | | |
CLIX | Thou, Lord! by mortal eyes unseen | | | | | | | |
CLX | What works of wisdom, power, and love | | | | | | | |
CLXI | My dear Redeemer, and my Lord | | | | | | | |
CLXII | Behold! where, in a mortal form | | | | | | | |
CLXIII | Bless'd Jesus, how divinely bright! | | | | | | | |
CLXIV | 'Father divine,' the Saviour cried | | | | | | | |
CLXV | See Israel’s gentle shepherd stand | | | | | | | |
CLXVI | This child we dedicate to thee | | | | | | | |
CLXVII | 'Twas on that dark, and doleful night | | | | | | | |
CLXVIII | 'Eat, drink, in mem'ry of your friend!' | | | | | | | |
CLXIX | This feast was Jesus' high behest | | | | | | | |
CLXX | O here, if ever, God of love! | | | | | | | |
CLXXI | Ye foll'wers of the Prince of Peace | | | | | | | |
CLXXII | Father! and is thy table spread? | | | | | | | |
CLXXIII | 'See how he lov'd!' exclaimed the Jews | | | | | | | |
CLXXIV | Author of life and bliss | | | | | | | |
CLXXV | The gracious Saviour bow'd his head | | | | | | | |
CLXXVI | Ye humble souls! who seek the Lord | | | | | | | |
CLXXVII[LXXVII] | Angel, roll the rock away! | | | | | | | |
CLXXVIII | Christ, the Lord, is risen today | | | | | | | |
CLXXIX | Lift your glad voices in triumph on high | | | | | | | |
CLXXX | Hosanna! let us join to sing | | | | | | | |
CLXXXI | Our Lord is risen from the dead | | | | | | | |
CLXXXII | Jesus, our triumphant head | | | | | | | |
CLXXXIII | O ye immortal throng | | | | | | | |
CLXXXIV | Come, let us join our cheerful songs | | | | | | | |
CLXXXV | Thanks be to God the Lord | | | | | | | |
CLXXXVI | Jesus shall reign, where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
CLXXXVII | O'er mountain tops, the mount of God | | | | | | | |
CLXXXVIII | Hail to the Lord's anointed! | | | | | | | |
CLXXXIX | Hear what God, the Lord, hath spoken | | | | | | | |
CXC | When Israel, of the Lord belov'd | | | | | | | |
CXCI | And wilt thou, great and glorious God! | | | | | | | |
CXCII | Mark the soft-falling snow | | | | | | | |
CXCIII | Behold th' amazing sight | | | | | | | |
CXCIV | Hark! 'tis our heavenly Leader's voice | | | | | | | |
CXCV | When power divine, in mortal form | | | | | | | |
CXCVI | Come, weary souls, with sin distress'd | | | | | | | |
CXCVII | Hark, the glad sound! the Saviour comes! | | | | | | | |
CXCVIII | Come, said Jesus’ sacred voice | | | | | | | |
CXCIX | Ye mourning sinners, here disclose | | | | | | | |
CC | How long shall dreams of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
CCI | Raise your triumphant songs | | | | | | | |
CCII | Soft are the fruitful showers that bring | | | | | | | |
CCIII | Father of mercies! in thy Word | | | | | | | |
CCIV | Imposture shrinks from light | | | | | | | |
CCV | When gloomy thoughts and boding fears | | | | | | | |
CCVI | Our Father! thron'd above the sky | | | | | | | |
CCVII | Our Father, high enthron'd above | | | | | | | |
CCVIII | God of mercy! God of love! | | | | | | | |
CCIX | Thou sacred Power, in heaven above | | | | | | | |
CCX | O thou, whose mercy hears | | | | | | | |
CCXI | Great Framer of unnumber'd worlds | | | | | | | |
CCXII | When Abrah'm full of sacred awe | | | | | | | |
CCXIII | While sounds of war are heard around | | | | | | | |
CCXIV | O thou, the wretched's sure retreat | | | | | | | |
CCXV | Sweet is the friendly voice that speaks | | | | | | | |
CCXVI | The trav'ller lost in night | | | | | | | |
CCXVII | Why do we waste on trifling cares | | | | | | | |
CCXVIII | How happy he is born and taught | | | | | | | |
CCXIX | Awake, our souls! away, our fears! | | | | | | | |
CCXX | Awake my soul! stretch every nerve | | | | | | | |
CCXXI | Awake, my soul! lift up thine eyes | | | | | | | |
CCXXII | Thou vain, intruding world, depart! | | | | | | | |
CCXXIII | What image does my spirit bear? | | | | | | | |
CCXXIV | My God! permit me not to be | | | | | | | |
CCXXV | O shun, in youth the thoughtless throng | | | | | | | |
CCXXVI | Far from the world, O Lord! I flee | | | | | | | |
CCXXVII | Another day of life is gone | | | | | | | |
CCXXVIII | Perpetual Source of light and grace! | | | | | | | |
CCXXIX | Praise to thy name, eternal God! | | | | | | | |
CCXXX | Great God! my Father and my Friend | | | | | | | |
CCXXXI | Father of light! my footsteps guide | | | | | | | |
CCXXXII | The Lord our God's a stable tower | | | | | | | |
CCXXXIII | Amidst a world of hopes and fears | | | | | | | |
CCXXXIV | Father of light! conduct my feet | | | | | | | |
CCXXXV | Supreme and universal Light! | | | | | | | |
CCXXXVI | Beset with snares on every hand | | | | | | | |
CCXXXVII | How many millions draw their breath | | | | | | | |
CCXXXVIII | As body when the soul has fled | | | | | | | |
CCXXXIX | Not he whose baseless hope relies | | | | | | | |
CCXL | While some in folly's pleasures roll | | | | | | | |
CCXLI | Thrice happy men, who born from heaven | | | | | | | |
CCXLII | In the soft season of thy youth | | | | | | | |
CCXLIII | Was pride, alas! e'er made for man? | | | | | | | |
CCXLIV | Wherefore should man, frail child of clay | | | | | | | |
CCXLV | Thou great and sacred Lord of all! | | | | | | | |
CCXLVI | Happy the meek, whose gentle breast | | | | | | | |
CCXLVII | If high or low our station be | | | | | | | |
CCXLVIII | O God, our Father and our king | | | | | | | |