# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
201 | Sinners! will you scorn the message | | | | | | | |
202 | When thy mortal life is fled | | | | | | | |
203 | And canst thou, sinner! slight | | | | | | | |
204 | Come, ye sinners! poor and wretched | | | | | | | |
205 | Return, O wanderer, return! | | | | | | | |
206 | Come, trembling sinner! in whose breast | | | | | | | |
207 | Just as I am, without one plea | | | | | | | |
208 | O thou who hear'st the prayer of faith | | | | | | | |
209 | I left the God of truth and light | | | | | | | |
210 | How long the time since Christ began | | | | | | | |
211 | Though sorrows rise, and dangers roll | | | | | | | |
212 | As o'er the past my memory strays | | | | | | | |
213 | Oh that my load of sin were gone! | | | | | | | |
214 | "Flee from the wrath to come" | | | | | | | |
215 | Awak'd by Sinai's awful sound | | | | | | | |
216 | When with my mind devoutly press'd | | | | | | | |
217 | Rock of Ages! cleft for me | | | | | | | |
218 | My faith looks up to thee | | | | | | | |
219 | There is a fountain filled with blood | | | | | | | |
220 | How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord! | | | | | | | |
221 | Jesus, who is all my trust | | | | | | | |
222 | When this passing world is done | | | | | | | |
223 | Jesus, I know, hath died for me | | | | | | | |
224 | Thou art my hiding-place, O Lord! | | | | | | | |
225 | I love to sing of that great Power | | | | | | | |
226 | Jesus, the very thought of thee | | | | | | | |
227 | Awake, my soul, to joyful lays | | | | | | | |
228 | Saviour, Source of every blessing | | | | | | | |
229 | Jesu, Lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
230 | Awake, and sing the song | | | | | | | |
231 | Jesus! thy robe of righteousness | | | | | | | |
232 | Thou art the Way: to thee alone | | | | | | | |
233 | Grace!--'tis a charming sound! | | | | | | | |
234 | Come, O thou Traveller unknown | | | | | | | |
235 | My prayer hath power with God; the grace | | | | | | | |
236 | Thou hidden Source of calm repose | | | | | | | |
237 | The God of Abrah'm praise | | | | | | | |
238 | Grateful notes and numbers bring | | | | | | | |
239 | Lord of earth! thy forming hand | | | | | | | |
240 | O God! thou art my God alone | | | | | | | |
241 | Lord! I believe; thy power I own | | | | | | | |
242 | In darkness willingly I stray'd | | | | | | | |
243 | O turn, great Ruler of the skies! | | | | | | | |
244 | Could my heart so hard remain | | | | | | | |
245 | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
246 | O how kindly did our Lord | | | | | | | |
247 | Oh! for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
248 | Oh from the world's vile slavery | | | | | | | |
249 | O that my heart were right with thee | | | | | | | |
250 | Thou hidden Love of God, whose height | | | | | | | |
251 | Love divine, all love excelling | | | | | | | |
252 | Oh for a heart to praise my God! | | | | | | | |
253 | O God! my strength, my hope | | | | | | | |
254 | In vain I search creation o'er | | | | | | | |
255 | Father! whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
256 | Gently, Lord! O gently lead us | | | | | | | |
257 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah! | | | | | | | |
258 | Far from the world, O Lord! I flee | | | | | | | |
259 | There is a state unknown, unseen | | | | | | | |
260 | From every stormy wind that blows | | | | | | | |
261 | Prayer is the soul’s sincere desire | | | | | | | |
262 | What change within us one short hour | | | | | | | |
263 | Awake, my soul! lift up thine eyes | | | | | | | |
264 | Jesus! and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
265 | In all my Lord's appointed ways | | | | | | | |
266 | Awake, my soul! stretch every nerve | | | | | | | |
267 | Lo! what a cloud of witnesses | | | | | | | |
268 | Rise, O my soul! pursue the path | | | | | | | |
269 | Soldiers of Christ! arise | | | | | | | |
270 | Soldiers of Christ! arise | | | | | | | |
271 | The earth, thou Majesty Divine | | | | | | | |
272 | Who, O Lord! when life is o'er | | | | | | | |
273 | Wide, ye heavenly gates unfold | | | | | | | |
274 | Not he, whose baseless hope relies | | | | | | | |
275 | To us, to every human heart | | | | | | | |
276 | When constant Faith and holy Hope shall die | | | | | | | |
277 | O charity! who, from above | | | | | | | |
278 | Lord, what off'ring shall we bring | | | | | | | |
279 | A poor, wayfaring man of grief | | | | | | | |
280 | Blest is the man whose softening heart | | | | | | | |
281 | Restore, O Father! to our times restore | | | | | | | |
282 | How sweet, how heavenly, is the sight | | | | | | | |
283 | Blest be the tie that binds | | | | | | | |
284 | How blest the sacred tie that binds | | | | | | | |
285 | Let saints below in concert sing | | | | | | | |
286 | Religion's yoke is soft and light | | | | | | | |
287 | O, happy is the man who hears | | | | | | | |
288 | How deep and tranquil is the joy | | | | | | | |
289 | How happy is he born and taught | | | | | | | |
290 | Thrice happy souls who, born of heaven | | | | | | | |
291 | As much have I of worldly good | | | | | | | |
292 | Heaven is my roof, earth is my floor | | | | | | | |
293 | O happy soul, that lives on high | | | | | | | |
294 | How happy is the pilgrim's lot | | | | | | | |
295 | O Israel! who is like to thee | | | | | | | |
296 | Rise, my soul! and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
297 | Jesus, I my cross have taken | | | | | | | |
298 | Sing, ye redeemed of the Lord | | | | | | | |
299 | Not seldom, clad in radiant vest | | | | | | | |
300 | Joy is a fruit that will not grow | | | | | | | |