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d1 | Abide with me, fast falls the eventide | | | | | | | |
d2 | All my heart this night [day] rejoices | | | | | | | |
d3 | Angel voices, ever singing | | | | | | | |
d4 | Angels from the realms of glory | | | | | | | |
d5 | Art thou weary, art thou languid | | | | | | | |
d6 | Awake, my soul, and with the sun | | | | | | | |
d7 | Brightly gleams our banner | | | | | | | |
d8 | By thy birth, thou Holiest One | | | | | | | |
d9 | Carol, sweetly carol, happy songs today | | | | | | | |
d10 | Children of the heavenly king as we journey | | | | | | | |
d11 | Christ hath [has] arisen, death is no more | | | | | | | |
d12 | Christ the [our] Lord is [has] risen today, [Alleluia] [Sons of men] | | | | | | | |
d13 | Christian children must be holy | | | | | | | |
d14 | Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly dove, with all thy quickening powers | | | | | | | |
d15 | Come, ye lofty, come, ye lowly, Let your songs of gladness ring | | | | | | | |
d16 | Come, ye [you] faithful, raise the strain | | | | | | | |
d17 | Dark and sad the evening, When His foes prevailed | | | | | | | |
d18 | Deep the gloom, and still the night | | | | | | | |
d19 | Do no sinful action; Speak no angry word | | | | | | | |
d20 | Every morning mercies new | | | | | | | |
d21 | Fill the Easter font with care | | | | | | | |
d22 | Forward be our [thy] watchword, steps [hearts] and voices | | | | | | | |
d23 | From all thy [the] saints in warfare | | | | | | | |
d24 | From Egypt lately come | | | | | | | |
d25 | Glad on the mountains | | | | | | | |
d26 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
d27 | Glory be to Jesus, who in bitter pain | | | | | | | |
d28 | Glory to the Father give, God, in whom | | | | | | | |
d29 | God eternal, mighty King | | | | | | | |
d30 | Hail, thou long expected Jesus | | | | | | | |
d31 | Hail to the Lord's anointed | | | | | | | |
d32 | Hark, the glad sound, the Savior comes | | | | | | | |
d33 | Hark, the herald angels sing, glory to the newborn King | | | | | | | |
d34 | Hark, what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
d35 | He is risen, he is risen, tell it | | | | | | | |
d36 | Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty, Early | | | | | | | |
d37 | Holy offerings rich and rare | | | | | | | |
d38 | Hosanna to the living Lord | | | | | | | |
d39 | Hosanna we sing, like the children dear | | | | | | | |
d40 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
d41 | I praised the earth in beauty seen [green] | | | | | | | |
d42 | In the early morning, early, ere the dawn | | | | | | | |
d43 | In the field [fields] with their flocks abiding | | | | | | | |
d44 | In the vineyard of our father | | | | | | | |
d45 | Jerusalem, the golden, with milk and honey blest | | | | | | | |
d46 | Jesus Christ, our Savior, Once for us a child | | | | | | | |
d47 | Jesus, high in glory | | | | | | | |
d48 | Joy fills our inmost hearts today | | | | | | | |
d49 | Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom | | | | | | | |
d50 | Let the merry church bells ring | | | | | | | |
d51 | Lift up the advent strain | | | | | | | |
d52 | Like silver lamps in a distant shrine | | | | | | | |
d53 | Lo he comes with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
d54 | Lord, dismiss us with Thy [your] blessing, Fill our | | | | | | | |
d55 | Now that the sun is beaming bright | | | | | | | |
d56 | Now the day is over, Night is drawing nigh | | | | | | | |
d57 | O come, let us raise our tribute of song | | | | | | | |
d58 | O hark, the sound of voices | | | | | | | |
d59 | O Paradise, O Paradise, who doth [does] [would] not win thy rest | | | | | | | |
d60 | O Spirit of the living God, In all thy plenitude | | | | | | | |
d61 | O Thou from whom all goodness flows | | | | | | | |
d62 | Oft in danger [sorrow], oft [and] in woe | | | | | | | |
d63 | On our way rejoicing, As we homeward move | | | | | | | |
d64 | Once in royal David's city stood a lowly cattle shed | | | | | | | |
d65 | Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, With the cross | | | | | | | |
d66 | Open stood the gates of heaven, And a shining angel band | | | | | | | |
d67 | Our day of praise is done | | | | | | | |
d68 | Pleasant are Thy courts above In the land of light | | | | | | | |
d69 | Praise, O praise our God and King | | | | | | | |
d70 | Rejoice, ye pure in heart | | | | | | | |
d71 | Rest of the weary, joy of [to] the sad [soul] | | | | | | | |
d72 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d73 | Roman soldier, tell us true | | | | | | | |
d74 | Savior again to Thy dear name we raise | | | | | | | |
d75 | See the Conqueror mount [mounts] in triumph | | | | | | | |
d76 | Sing, my soul, his wondrous love | | | | | | | |
d77 | Sing, O earth, God's praises | | | | | | | |
d78 | Sing to the Lord a joyful song, lift up your hearts | | | | | | | |
d79 | Sing ye the songs of praise, Christmas [Jesus] is | | | | | | | |
d80 | Sleep, my Savior, sleep | | | | | | | |
d81 | Slowly fall the snowflakes | | | | | | | |
d82 | Soldiers of Christ, arise, and put [gird] your armor | | | | | | | |
d83 | Stars all bright are beaming | | | | | | | |
d84 | Summer suns are glowing | | | | | | | |
d85 | Sun of my soul [our souls], thou [my] [O] Savior [Father] dear | | | | | | | |
d86 | Ten thousand times ten thousand, in sparkling raiment | | | | | | | |
d87 | The Church's one foundation is Jesus Christ her Lord | | | | | | | |
d88 | The fields bedecked with flowers | | | | | | | |
d89 | The foe behind, the deep before | | | | | | | |
d90 | The heavens are not too high | | | | | | | |
d91 | The hours of day are over | | | | | | | |
d92 | The Lord is risen indeed; The grave has lost its prey | | | | | | | |
d93 | The Son of God goes forth to war | | | | | | | |
d94 | The strife is o'er the battle done | | | | | | | |
d95 | There came three kings, ere break of day | | | | | | | |
d96 | There is a green hill far away, Without a city wall | | | | | | | |
d97 | There is no night in heaven, in that blest world | | | | | | | |
d98 | Thou art gone up on high To mansions [realms] | | | | | | | |
d99 | Thou art the King of Isr'l, Thou David's royal Son | | | | | | | |
d100 | Thou art the Way, to thee alone | | | | | | | |