# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
300 | And shall I sit alone | | | | | | | |
301 | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
302 | O could I keep, from hour to hour | | | | | | | |
303 | It is the Lord, enthroned in light | | | | | | | |
304 | Jerusalem, my happy home | | | | | | | |
305 | High in yonder realms of light | | | | | | | |
306 | Amazing grace, how sweet the sound | | | | | | | |
307 | Now let our souls, on wings sublime | | | | | | | |
308 | There is a house not made with hands | | | | | | | |
309 | Our sins, alas! how strong they be | | | | | | | |
310 | There is an hour of hallowed peace | | | | | | | |
311 | Sinners, the voice of God regard | | | | | | | |
312 | Sinners, hear the mighty Saviour | | | | | | | |
313 | How sad our state by nature is | | | | | | | |
314 | Sinners, obey the gospel word | | | | | | | |
315 | Sinners! will you scorn the message | | | | | | | |
316 | Sinners, approach your dying Lord | | | | | | | |
317 | Awaked by Sinai's awful sound | | | | | | | |
318 | Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched | | | | | | | |
319 | Beneath our feet and o'er our head | | | | | | | |
320 | Sinners! turn—why will ye die? | | | | | | | |
321 | Lo on a narrow neck of land | | | | | | | |
322 | When thy mortal life is fled | | | | | | | |
323 | Mercy, O thou Son of David | | | | | | | |
324 | Ah how shall fallen man | | | | | | | |
325 | Behold a stranger at the door! | | | | | | | |
326 | Lord, I despair myself to heal | | | | | | | |
327 | I left the God of truth and light | | | | | | | |
328 | Lord, how secure my conscience was | | | | | | | |
329 | O Thou, that hearest the prayer of faith | | | | | | | |
330 | In evil long I took delight | | | | | | | |
331 | Behold the gift of God! | | | | | | | |
332 | Vain are the hopes the sons of men | | | | | | | |
333 | How shall the sons of men appear | | | | | | | |
334 | A broken heart, my God, my King | | | | | | | |
335 | Thou Judge of quick and dead | | | | | | | |
336 | The day of wrath, that dreadful day | | | | | | | |
337 | Waked by the trumpet's sound | | | | | | | |
338 | O for the death of those | | | | | | | |
339 | Death cannot make our souls afraid | | | | | | | |
340 | Thee we adore, eternal name | | | | | | | |
341 | How blest the righteous when he dies | | | | | | | |
342 | Why should we start and fear to die | | | | | | | |
343 | And will the Judge descend? | | | | | | | |
344 | Asleep in Jesus, peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
345 | If I must die, O, let me die, With hope | | | | | | | |
346 | Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims | | | | | | | |
347 | My God, how endless is thy love | | | | | | | |
348 | Once more, my soul, the rising day | | | | | | | |
349 | The mellow eve is gliding | | | | | | | |
350 | Dread Sovereign, let my evening song | | | | | | | |
351 | Thus far the Lord has led me on | | | | | | | |
352 | Saviour, breathe an evening blessing | | | | | | | |
353 | Softly now the light of day | | | | | | | |
354 | God of the morning, at thy voice | | | | | | | |
355 | The day is past and gone | | | | | | | |
356 | Frequent the day of God returns | | | | | | | |
357 | Lord, thou wilt hear me when I pray | | | | | | | |
358 | Bright as the sun's meridian blaze | | | | | | | |
359 | Wake the song of jubilee | | | | | | | |
360 | When shall the voice of singing flow | | | | | | | |
361 | Sovereign of worlds, display thy power | | | | | | | |
362 | Rise, gracious God, and shine | | | | | | | |
363 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
364 | Once more, my soul, the rising day | | | | | | | |
365 | Jesus, my Saviour and my God | | | | | | | |
366 | May the grace of Christ our Saviour | | | | | | | |
367 | Jesu, Prince of peace, be near us | | | | | | | |
368 | Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
369 | Dismiss us with Thy blessing, Lord | | | | | | | |