# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
201 | Ye who in his courts are found | | | | | | | |
202 | Jesus, Lamb of God, for me | | | | | | | |
203 | Sinners, turn--why will you die? | | | | | | | |
204 | Bleeding hearts, defiled by sin | | | | | | | |
205 | Weeping sinners, dry your tears | | | | | | | |
206 | Haste, Oh sinner! to be wise | | | | | | | |
207 | Just as I am--without one plea | | | | | | | |
208 | Burdened with guilt, wouldst thou be blest? | | | | | | | |
209 | O Holy Saviour! Friend unseen | | | | | | | |
210 | O thou the contrite sinner's friend! | | | | | | | |
211 | To-day the Saviour calls | | | | | | | |
212 | All you that are weary and sad--come! | FOUNTAIN OF LIFE | | | | | | |
213 | Child of sin and sorrow, why wilt thou die? | | | | | | | |
214 | Sinner, go; will you go | | | | | | | |
215 | Lord, I hear of show'rs of blessing | | | | | | | |
216 | Delay not, delay not, O sinner, draw near | | | | | | | |
217 | O turn you! O turn you, for why will you die | | | | | | | |
218 | We're bound for the land of the pure and the holy | | | | | | | |
219 | Let thoughtless thousands choose the road | | | | | | | |
220 | God calling yet!--shall I not hear? | | | | | | | |
221 | Now to the Lord, who makes us know | | | | | | | |
222 | Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay | | | | | | | |
223 | Show pity Lord; O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
224 | Lord, when my thoughts delighted rove | | | | | | | |
225 | The Lord my pasture shall prepare | | | | | | | |
226 | Still nigh me, O my Saviour, stand | | | | | | | |
227 | Peace, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan | | | | | | | |
228 | Faith adds new charms to earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
229 | Oh for a faith that will not shrink | | | | | | | |
230 | Mistaken souls, that dream of heaven | | | | | | | |
231 | Oh, how divine, how sweet the joy | | | | | | | |
232 | Welcome, O Saviour! to my heart | | | | | | | |
233 | And must I part with all I have | | | | | | | |
234 | Mercy alone can meet my case | | | | | | | |
235 | Tomorrow, Lord, is thine | | | | | | | |
236 | And can I yet delay | | | | | | | |
237 | Sweet is the friendly voice | | | | | | | |
238 | Love for all! and can it be? | | | | | | | |
239 | People of the living God! | | | | | | | |
240 | Feeble, helpless, how shall I | | | | | | | |
241 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
242 | Jesus my all to heaven has gone | | | | | | | |
243 | My God, how excellent thy grace! | | | | | | | |
244 | Did'st thou, Lord Jesus, suffer shame | | | | | | | |
245 | In all my Lord's appointed ways | | | | | | | |
246 | Asham'd of Christ! our souls disdain | | | | | | | |
247 | How free and boundless is the grace | | | | | | | |
248 | O Lord, and will thy pard'ning love | | | | | | | |
249 | Meekly in Jordan's holy stream | | | | | | | |
250 | "I come," the great Redeemer cries | | | | | | | |
251 | Ah! whither should I go | | | | | | | |
252 | Ah! what avails my strife | | | | | | | |
253 | Come and behold the place | | | | | | | |
254 | With willing hearts we tread | | | | | | | |
255 | Grace, 'tis a charming sound | | | | | | | |
256 | Great source of life and light! | | | | | | | |
257 | Hungry, and faint and poor | | | | | | | |
258 | While my Redeemer's near | | | | | | | |
259 | Forgiveness! 'tis a joyful sound | | | | | | | |
260 | Earth has a joy unknown in heav'n | | | | | | | |
261 | Lord, I am thine, entirely thine | | | | | | | |
262 | Lord, bless thy saints assembled here | | | | | | | |
263 | O love divine, that stoop'd to share | | | | | | | |
264 | Bless'd are the humble souls that see | | | | | | | |
265 | God of my life! thy boundless grace | | | | | | | |
266 | How vain is all beneath the skies! | | | | | | | |
267 | How happy is the Christian's state! | | | | | | | |
268 | Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound!) | | | | | | | |
269 | How happy every child of grace | | | | | | | |
270 | Infinite excellence is thine | | | | | | | |
271 | Lord, in whose might the Saviour trod | | | | | | | |
272 | There is a name I love to hear | | | | | | | |
273 | Since o'er thy footstool here below | | | | | | | |
274 | Let others boast their ancient line | | | | | | | |
275 | Earth's shadowy years will soon be o'er | | | | | | | |
276 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
277 | Father! I wait before thy throne | | | | | | | |
278 | Hail, sweetest, dearest tie, that binds | | | | | | | |
279 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
280 | When musing sorrow weeps the past | | | | | | | |
281 | Oh, there's a better world on high | | | | | | | |
282 | Since I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
283 | Thy kingdom, Lord, for ever stands | | | | | | | |
284 | Behold the sure foundation-stone | | | | | | | |
285 | How did my heart rejoice to hear | | | | | | | |
286 | Far from these narrow scenes of night | | | | | | | |
287 | A mother may forgetful be | | | | | | | |
288 | The Lord of glory is my light | | | | | | | |
289 | There is a little, lonely fold | | | | | | | |
290 | Not to the terrors of the Lord | | | | | | | |
291 | Oh where are the kings and empires now | | | | | | | |
292 | One there is above all others | | | | | | | |
293 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
294 | Great is the Lord our God | | | | | | | |
295 | I love thy kingdom, Lord | | | | | | | |
296 | Thy Spirit shall unite | | | | | | | |
297 | How charming is the place | | | | | | | |
298 | Like Noah's weary dove | | | | | | | |
299 | How honor'd is the place | | | | | | | |
300 | Ye Christian heralds! go, proclaim | | | | | | | |