# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
301 | The Spirit, in our hearts | | | | | | | |
302 | Just as thou art,--without one trace | | | | | | | |
303 | Behold, a Stranger's at the door! | | | | | | | |
304 | From the cross, uplifted high | | | | | | | |
305 | Oh, what amazing words of grace | | | | | | | |
306 | The Saviour calls; let every ear | | | | | | | |
307 | To-day thy mercy calls me | | | | | | | |
308 | Come, sinner, to the gospel feast | | | | | | | |
309 | Ye dying sons of men | | | | | | | |
310 | Come, weary sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
311 | Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched | | | | | | | |
312 | Come hither, all ye weary souls | | | | | | | |
313 | The King of Heaven his table spreads | | | | | | | |
314 | Amazing sight! the Saviour stands | | | | | | | |
315 | Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish | | | | | | | |
316 | Come, weary souls, with sins distressed | | | | | | | |
317 | Come to Jesus, come to Jesus, Come to Jesus, just now | | | | | | | |
318 | Just as I am, without one plea | | | | | | | |
319 | Jesus, I come to thee | | | | | | | |
320 | Jesus, the sinner's Friend, to thee | | | | | | | |
321 | Am I called? and can it be? | | | | | | | |
322 | How sad our state by nature is! | | | | | | | |
323 | Object of my first desire Jesus | | | | | | | |
324 | O thou that hear'st the prayer of faith | | | | | | | |
325 | Lord, I approach the mercy-seat | | | | | | | |
326 | Jesus, my Lord, my life, my all | | | | | | | |
327 | Gracious Lord, incline thine ear | | | | | | | |
328 | Jesus, thou art the sinner's Friend | | | | | | | |
329 | Jesus, Master, hear my cry | | | | | | | |
330 | Lord, I'm oppressed; oh, undertake | | | | | | | |
331 | Lord, thou hast won: at length I yield | | | | | | | |
332 | When at thy footstool, Lord, I bend | | | | | | | |
333 | Prostrate, dear Jesus, at thy feet | | | | | | | |
334 | Jesus, and didst thou condescend | | | | | | | |
335 | I am coming to the cross | | | | | | | |
336 | I thirst, thou wounded Lamb of God | | | | | | | |
337 | And can I yet delay | | | | | | | |
338 | There is a fountain, filled with blood | | | | | | | |
339 | Jesus! lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
340 | Thy works, not mine, O Christ | | | | | | | |
341 | My hope is built on nothing less | | | | | | | |
342 | Not what I feel or do | | | | | | | |
343 | Arise, my soul, arise | | | | | | | |
344 | In the cross of Christ I glory | | | | | | | |
345 | Tell me the old, old story | | | | | | | |
346 | Fountain of grace, rich, full, and free | | | | | | | |
347 | Jesus, thy robe of righteousness | | | | | | | |
348 | Chief of sinners though I be | | | | | | | |
349 | I lay my sins on Jesus | | | | | | | |
350 | Had I ten thousand gifts beside | | | | | | | |
351 | Complete in thee,--no work of mine | | | | | | | |
352 | O Christ, what burdens bowed thy head | | | | | | | |
353 | I heard the voice of Jesus say | | | | | | | |
354 | Father, I stretch my hands to thee | | | | | | | |
355 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me | | | | | | | |
356 | Done is the work that saves | | | | | | | |
357 | Lord Jesus Christ, my life, my light | | | | | | | |
358 | Yes, thou art mine, my blessed Lord | | | | | | | |
359 | Lord, I believe; thy power I own | | | | | | | |
360 | No more, my God, I boast no more | | | | | | | |
361 | Faith is a living power from heaven | | | | | | | |
362 | When first o'erwhelmed with sin and shame | | | | | | | |
363 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
364 | How happy is the Christian's state! | | | | | | | |
365 | Oh, happy day, that fixed my choice | | | | | | | |
366 | Oh, how happy are they | | | | | | | |
367 | Saviour, happy should I be | | | | | | | |
368 | Yes, for me, for me he careth | | | | | | | |
369 | I hear the words of love | | | | | | | |
370 | Now I have found a Friend | | | | | | | |
371 | Come, we that love the Lord | | | | | | | |
372 | 'Tis religion that can give | | | | | | | |
373 | Jesus, the very thought of thee | | | | | | | |
374 | My heart is resting, O my God | | | | | | | |
375 | Joyful be the hours to-day | | | | | | | |
376 | A mind at perfect peace with God | | | | | | | |
377 | Since Jesus be my Friend | | | | | | | |
378 | Oh, blessed souls are they | | | | | | | |
379 | How tedious and tasteless the hours | | | | | | | |
380 | Oh, praise our great and glorious Lord | | | | | | | |
381 | O Jesus, thou the beauty art | | | | | | | |
382 | My God, the spring of all my joys | | | | | | | |
383 | My gracious Lord, I own thy right | | | | | | | |
384 | O Lord, thou art my Lord | | | | | | | |
385 | Thine forever! God of love | | | | | | | |
386 | And must I part with all I have | | | | | | | |
387 | Now, O God, thine own I am! | | | | | | | |
388 | Lord, I am thine, entirely thine | | | | | | | |
389 | How can I sink with such a prop | | | | | | | |
390 | Not to ourselves again | | | | | | | |
391 | Christ, of all my hopes the ground | | | | | | | |
392 | I'm thine, O Lord, and thine alone | | | | | | | |
393 | To thee, O dear, dear Saviour | | | | | | | |
394 | Thou only Sovereign of my heart | | | | | | | |
395 | I send the joys of earth away | | | | | | | |
396 | Nearer, my God, to thee | | | | | | | |
397 | My God, permit me not to be | | | | | | | |
398 | Oh, could I find from day to day | | | | | | | |
399 | Oh, for a heart to praise my God | | | | | | | |
400 | Come, thou Fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |