# | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
I | I'll praise my Maker while I've breath | | | | | |  | |
II | What sound is this salutes mine ear | | | | | |  | |
III | To day if you will hear his voice | | | | | |  | |
IV | Awak'd by Sinai's awful sound | | | | | |  | |
V | Come, my soul, and let us try, For a little season | | | | | |  | |
VI | Attend, ye children of your God | | | | | |  | |
VII | Attend, ye saints, and hear me tell | | | | | |  | |
VIII | I am a stranger here below | | | | | |  | |
IX | Backsliders, who your mis'ry feel | | | | | |  | |
X | Christ is set on Zion's hill | | | | | |  | |
XI | The reason we love Friendship | | | | | |  | |
XII | By whom was David taught | | | | | |  | |
XIII | Ye happy souls, arise | | | | | |  | |
XIV | Remember, sinful youth, you must die | | | | | |  | |
XV | The voice of Free Grace, cries escape to the mountain | | | | | |  | |
XVI | Encouraged by thy word | | | | | |  | |
XVII | When Paul was parted from his friends | | | | | |  | |
XVIII | Come on, my fellow pilgrims, come | | | | | |  | |
XIX | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | |  | |
XX | Stop, poor sinner, stop and think | | | | | |  | |
XXI | Come, all who are new-lights indeed | | | | | |  | |
XXII | Now we are met in holy fear | | | | | |  | |
XXIII | Dear Saviour, we rejoice to hear | | | | | |  | |
XXIV | O with what pleasure we behold | | | | | |  | |
XXV | How lost was my condition | | | | | |  | |
XXVI | Children of the heavenly King | | | | | |  | |
XXVII | Humble souls, who seek salvation | | | | | |  | |
XXVIII | In Jordan's tide the Baptist stands | | | | | |  | |
XXIX | Young converts on the banks | | | | | |  | |
XXX | O ye blood-wash'd ransom'd sinners | | | | | |  | |
XXXI | These honour'd saints, redeem'd by blood | | | | | |  | |
XXXII | Mercy, O thou son of David | | | | | |  | |
XXXIII | O when shall I see Jesus | | | | | |  | |
XXXIV | Precious Bible! what a treasure | | | | | |  | |
XXXV | Through tribulation's deep | | | | | |  | |
XXXVI | O God, my heart with love inflame | | | | | |  | |
XXXVII | Jesus, at thy command | | | | | |  | |
XXXVIII | Ye Saints, attend the Saviour's voice | | | | | |  | |
XXXIX | Professed foll'wers of the Lamb | | | | | |  | |
XL | I know that my Redeemer lives | | | | | |  | |
XLI | See how the mounting sun | | | | | |  | |
XLII | Come, all ye Christian Pilgrims | | | | | |  | |
XLIII | I'm glad I ever saw the day | | | | | |  | |
XLIV | Is there any body here like leprous Nnaman | | | | | |  | |
XLV | Listed into the cause of sin | | | | | |  | |
XLVI | Come all ye mourning pilgrims | | | |  | |  | |
XLVII | I ask'd the Lord that I might grow | | | | | |  | |
XLVIII | Angels roll the rock away | | | | | |  | |
XLIX | Now the Saviour stands a pleading | | | | | |  | |
L | Brethren, I bid you all farewell | | | | | |  | |
LI | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | |  | |
LII | Alas! and did my Saviour bleed | | | | | |  | |
LIII | O blessed souls are they | | | | | |  | |
LIV | Sing the dear Saviour's glorious fame | | | | | |  | |
LV | Assist my soul, my heav'nly King | | | | | |  | |
LVI | That glorious day is drawing nigh | | | | | |  | |
LVII | O what a wretched sinner, Lord | | | | | |  | |
LVIII | Farewell, vain world, I bid adieu | | | | | |  | |
LIX | O what a cruel wretch am I | | | | | |  | |
LX | Come think on death and judgement | | | | | |  | |
LXI | Am I indeed born from above | | | | | |  | |
LXII | Jerusalem, my happy home | | | | | |  | |
LXIII | Is this unpleasing cup now given | | | | | |  | |
LXIV | More than ten years have roll'd away | | | | | |  | |
LXV | Farewell my brethren, all farewell | | | | | |  | |
LXVI | Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | |  | |
LXVII | Here in the presence of our God | | | | | |  | |
LXVIII | Sinners, behold the Saviour stands | | | | | |  | |
LXIX | Saviour I do feel thy merit | | | | | |  | |
LXX | All hail! the great Immanuel's name | | | | | |  | |
LXXI | Awake, and sing the song | | | | | |  | |
LXXII | The tree of life, my soul hath seen | | | | | |  | |
LXXIII | Do we not know that solemn word | | | | | |  | |
LXXIV | Election what a glorious plan | | | | | |  | |
LXXV | O What a state my soul is in | | | | | |  | |
LXXVI | Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched | | | | | |  | |
LXXVII | The Lord into his garden comes | | | | | |  | |
LXXVIII | I sing a Song which doth belong | | | | | | | |
LXXIX | We've found the Rock the travellers cry'd | | | | | |  | |
LXXX | Wand'ring pilgrims, mouring Christians | | | | | |  | |
LXXXI | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | |  | |
LXXXII | What good news the angels bring | | | | | |  | |
LXXXIII | Brethren sing, 'tis right you should | | | | | |  | |
LXXXIV | O tell me no more of this world's vain store | | | | | |  | |
LXXXV | Nations attend, let ev'ry mortal hear | | | | | |  | |
LXXXVI | 'Gainst thee, thou holy, just, and wise | | | | | |  | |
LXXXVII | Jesus grant us all a blessing | | | | | |  | |
LXXXVIII | Ye humble souls that seek the Lord | | | | | |  | |
LXXXIX | Ye glittering toys of earth adieu | | | | | |  | |
XC | Proclaim, saith Christ, my wondrous grace | | | | | |  | |
XCI | Bold wretch indeed! that dares presume | | | | | |  | |
XCII | A Soldier, Lord thou hast me made | | | | | |  | |
XCIII | I, Jesus, am ascended high | | | | | |  | |
XCIV | Ho if ye pilgrims be | | | | | |  | |
XCV | Join all who love the Saviour's name | | | | | |  | |
XCVI | Come all ye mourning souls | | | | | |  | |
XCVII | 'Mong all the priests of Jewish race | | | | | |  | |
XCVIII | The day is past and gone | | | | | |  | |
XCIX | Farewell, dear friends, I must be gone | | | | | |  | |
C | Eternal Spirit! we confess | | | | | |  | |