# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
101 | Quench not the spirit of the Lord | | | | | | | |
102 | O where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
103 | Repent, the voice celestial cries | | | | | | | |
104 | Say, sinner, hath a voice within | | | | | | | |
105 | Sinner, art thou [are you] still secure [sincere] | | | | | | | |
106 | Sinner [sinners], O why so thoughtless grown | | | | | | | |
107 | Sinner, rouse thee from thy sleep | | | | | | | |
108 | That warning voice, O sinner, hear | | | | | | | |
109 | Vain man [men], thy [your] fond pursuits forbear | | | | | | | |
110 | The trumpet sounds the day is come | | | | | | | |
111 | When the harvest is past and the summer is o'er | | | | | | | |
112 | Child of sin and sorrow, Filled with dismay | | | | | | | |
113 | Come hither, all ye [you] weary souls | | | | | | | |
114 | Come, trembling sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
115 | Come, ye weary, heavy laden | | | | | | | |
116 | Come sinner to the gospel feast | | | | | | | |
117 | Grace, 'tis a charming [cheering] [joyful] [pleasing] sound | | | | | | | |
118 | Hear, O sinner, mercy hails [calls] you | | | | | | | |
119 | How oft, alas, this [our] wretched [sinful] [wicked] heart | | | | | | | |
120 | Let every mortal ear attend | | | | | | | |
121 | Life is the time to serve the Lord | | | | | | | |
122 | Sinner [sinners] turn, why will ye [you] die | | | | | | | |
123 | Sinner [sinners], will you [ye] scorn [slight] the message | | | | | | | |
124 | O turn ye [you], O turn ye [you], for why will ye [you] die | | | | | | | |
125 | Now is the accepted time | | | | | | | |
126 | Return, O wanderer, return [Return, return, now wanderer] | | | | | | | |
127 | O what amazing words of grace Are in the gospel found | | | | | | | |
128 | Salvation what a glorious plan | | | | | | | |
129 | Ye dying sons of men | | | | | | | |
130 | Today the Savior calls, ye wanderers come | | | | | | | |
131 | While life prolongs its precious light | | | | | | | |
132 | There is a voice of sovereign grace | | | | | | | |
133 | Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor Behold a royal feast | | | | | | | |
134 | Lord, how secure my conscience was [lay] | | | | | | | |
135 | O God of mercy, hear my [our] call | | | | | | | |
136 | O Thou, whose tender mercy hears | | | | | | | |
137 | O Lord, how vile am I | | | | | | | |
138 | Mercy, O thou Son of David | | | | | | | |
139 | O happy day that fixed [seals] [stays] my choice | | | | | | | |
140 | When God revealed his gracious name | | | | | | | |
141 | How happy are they, Who the [their] Savior [Jesus] obey | | | | | | | |
142 | What, Lord, wouldst thou have me to do | | | | | | | |
143 | What shall I render to my God for all his kindness shown | | | | | | | |
144 | Witness, ye men and angels, now | | | | | | | |
145 | Blow ye [you] the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
146 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
147 | Let Zion and her sons rejoice | | | | | | | |
148 | Love divine, all loves [love] excelling | | | | | | | |
149 | See, from Zion's sacred mountain | | | | | | | |
150 | Saw ye not the cloud arise | | | | | | | |
151 | While I to grief my soul [heart] gave way | | | | | | | |
152 | The Lord into his garden comes | | | | | | | |
153 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
154 | Blessed [Blest] are the sons of God | | | | | | | |
155 | Dear Jesus, when shall it be | | | | | | | |
156 | How tedious and tasteless [restless and tiresome] the hours | | | | | | | |
157 | Encompassed with clouds of distress | | | | | | | |
158 | I asked the Lord that I might grow | | | | | | | |
159 | Jesus, full of all compassion | | | | | | | |
160 | Lord, I am thine, but thou wilt [will] prove | | | | | | | |
161 | My soul be on thy [your] guard | | | | | | | |
162 | O could I find from day to day | | | | | | | |
163 | Once I thought my mountain strong | | | | | | | |
164 | Remember me, my Savior God | | | | | | | |
165 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
166 | Show pity Lord, O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
167 | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
168 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
169 | Upward I lift mine [my] eyes | | | | | | | |
170 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
171 | Once, slaves of sin, we toiled | | | | | | | |
172 | Vain were my struggles, vain my tears | | | | | | | |
173 | With tears of anguish I lament | | | | | | | |
174 | Far from my [our] thoughts, vain world, be gone | | | | | | | |
175 | How sweet to bless the Lord | | | | | | | |
176 | Whilst thee I seek, protecting power | | | | | | | |
177 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
178 | Jesus, who knows full well | | | | | | | |
179 | Prayer is the soul's [heart's] [saint's] sincere desire | | | | | | | |
180 | Religion is the chief concern | | | | | | | |
181 | Lord of the worlds above, How pleasant and how fair | | | | | | | |
182 | What shall I render to my God | | | | | | | |
183 | Blest be the tie that binds our hearts in Christian love | | | | | | | |
184 | Brethren beloved for Jesus | | | | | | | |
185 | Come, Lord, and warm each languid heart, Inspire each lifeless tongue | | | | | | | |
186 | Come to the house of prayer | | | | | | | |
187 | How pleasant 'tis to see | | | | | | | |
188 | How sweet, how [and] heavenly is the sight | | | | | | | |
189 | How sweet to leave the world awhile | | | | | | | |
190 | O Lord, our languid souls inspire | | | | | | | |
191 | My soul, how lovely is the place to which thy God | | | | | | | |
192 | Lord, we come before thee now | | | | | | | |
193 | I yield, 'twere worse than vain | | | | | | | |
194 | Welcome, welcome, dear Redeemer | | | | | | | |
195 | As guilty and helpless, deserving | | | | | | | |
196 | A guilty, helpless sinner, Lord | | | | | | | |
197 | It is not wrath alone I dread | | | | | | | |
198 | Guilty, condemned, I now depend | | | | | | | |
199 | Lord, I am thine, entirely thine, Purchased and saved by blood divine | | | | | | | |
200 | Accept the heart I now resign | | | | | | | |