# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
95 | Mid [midst] scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
96 | An alien from God, and a stranger to grace | | | | | | | |
97 | Long have I tried terrestrial joys | | | | | | | |
98 | Like Paul I would desire to die | | | | | | | |
99 | From every earthly pleasure | | | | | | | |
100 | Jesus, thou art the sinner's friend | | | | | | | |
101 | Not from the dust affliction grows | | | | | | | |
102 | O thou, whose tender mercy hears | | | | | | | |
103 | O why did I my Savior leave | | | | | | | |
104 | Rock of ages! cleft for me | | | | | | | |
105 | Since the Son hath made me free | | | | | | | |
106 | Come and let us praise our King | | | | | | | |
107 | Jesus is our common Lord | | | | | | | |
108 | Now the Savior stands [standeth] [standing] a-pleading [and pleading] | | | | | | | |
109 | Precious Bible! what a treasure | | | | | | | |
110 | Saw ye [you] my Savior, saw ye [you] my Savior | | | | | | | |
111 | Hail, sovereign love, that first began | | | | | | | |
112 | Jesus thou hast bid us pray | | | | | | | |
113 | Why sleep we, my brethren? come, let us arise | | | | | | | |
114 | Blow ye the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
115 | To-day, if you will hear his voice | | | | | | | |
116 | When marshall'd on the nightly plain | | | | | | | |
117 | The ransomed spirit to her home | | | | | | | |
118 | Blest be the tie that binds | | | | | | | |
119 | Ye dying sons of men | | | | | | | |
120 | Who can describe the pain | | | | | | | |
121 | We give immortal praise | | | | | | | |
122 | Ye angels, who stand round the throne | | | | | | | |
123 | How tedious and tasteless the hours | | | | | | | |
124 | O'er the gloomy hills of darkness | | | | | | | |
125 | On the mountain's top appearing | | | | | | | |
126 | Men of God, go take your stations | | | | | | | |
127 | Once I thought my mountain strong | | | | | | | |
128 | Pensive, doubting, fearful heart | | | | | | | |
129 | Met, O God, to ask thy presence | | | | | | | |
130 | Jesus stands, O how amazing | | | | | | | |
131 | God of my life, look gently down | | | | | | | |
132a | Soldiers of the cross, arise | | | | | | | |
132b | Servants of the living God | | | | | | | |
133 | The day is far spent, the evening is nigh | | | | | | | |
134 | Hark, what is that note So mournful and slow | | | | | | | |
135 | Savior, visit thy plantation | | | | | | | |
136 | O Sacred Head now [once] [sore] wounded [surrounded] | | | | | | | |
137 | Ah tell us no more the spirit and power | | | | | | | |
138 | Thou soft [sweet] flowing [gliding] Kedron [Cedron], by thy silver [limpid] stream | | | | | | | |
139 | Brother, thou art gone before us | PARSONS | | | | | | |
140 | Ah, guilty sinner, ruined by transgression | | | | | | | |
141 | See Sodom wrapped in fire | | | | | | | |
142 | Sinners, the call obey | | | | | | | |
143 | How can a sinner know | | | | | | | |
144 | When, O my Savior, shall this heart | | | | | | | |
145 | Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay | | | | | | | |
146 | O thou who all things canst control | | | | | | | |
147 | O fly, mourning sinner, saith Jesus, to me | | | | | | | |
148 | When shall we all meet again? | | | | | | | |