# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
301 | How oft, alas! this wretched heart | | | | | | | |
302 | Come, O thou Traveler unknown | | | | | | | |
303 | Have mercy, Lord, on me | | | | | | | |
304 | Behold the wretch whose lust and wine | | | | | | | |
305 | Afflictions, tho' they seem severe | | | | | | | |
306 | Since Jesus freely did appear | | | | | | | |
307 | With grateful hearts and tuneful lays | | | | | | | |
308 | With cheerful voices rise and sing | | | | | | | |
309 | Ye that pass by, behold the Man! | | | | | | | |
310 | Hark! the voice of love and mercy | | | | | | | |
311 | Let us adore th' Eternal Word | | | | | | | |
312 | Lord, how divine thy comforts are | | | | | | | |
313 | 'Tis midnight--and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
314 | How sweet and awful is the place | | | | | | | |
315 | That doleful night before his death | | | | | | | |
316 | Jesus invites his saints | | | | | | | |
317 | Let all our tongues be one | | | | | | | |
318 | Jesus, at whose supreme command | | | | | | | |
319 | Lamb of God, whose bleeding love | | | | | | | |
320 | Come, thou everlasting Spirit | | | | | | | |
321 | To show how humble Christians ought | | | | | | | |
322 | The night in which Christ was betrayed | | | | | | | |
323 | When Jesus Christ was here below | | | | | | | |
324 | My dearest friends, in bonds of love | | | | | | | |
325 | Farewell, my dear brethren, the time is at hand | | | | | | | |
326 | Dear friends, farewell, I do you tell | | | | | | | |
327 | Farewell, my brethren in the Lord! | | | | | | | |
328 | O happy day when saints shall meet | | | | | | | |
329 | Blest be the dear uniting love | | | | | | | |
330 | How tedious and tasteless the hours | | | | | | | |
331 | When Joseph his brethren beheld | | | | | | | |
332 | Savior, visit thy plantation | | | | | | | |
333 | Savior, I do feel thy merit | | | | | | | |
334 | Oh, thou God of my salvation | | | | | | | |
335 | Dark and thorny is the desert | | | | | | | |
336 | Vain delusive world, adieu! | | | | | | | |
337 | Come, all who love my Lord and Master | | | | | | | |
338 | Jesus, I my cross have taken | | | | | | | |
339 | Father, how wide thy glory shines! | | | | | | | |
340 | Religion! 'tis a glorious treasure | | | | | | | |
341 | When languor and disease invade | | | | | | | |
342 | Come, let us now forget our mirth | | | | | | | |
343 | How solemn the signal I hear! | | | | | | | |
344 | What poor, despised company | | | | | | | |
345 | Ye weary, heavy laden souls | | | | | | | |
346 | And can it be that I should gain | | | | | | | |
347 | And am I only born to die? | | | | | | | |
348 | And let our bodies part | | | | | | | |
349 | The wond'ring world inquires to know | | | | | | | |
350 | Behold the glories of the Lamb | | | | | | | |
351 | Life is the time to serve the Lord | | | | | | | |
352 | Blow ye the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
353 | Far from my thoughts, vain world, be gone | | | | | | | |
354 | Now, in the heat of youthful blood | | | | | | | |
355 | Firm was my health, my day was bright | | | | | | | |
356 | O all ye nations, praise the Lord | | | | | | | |
357 | The God, Jehovah, reigns | | | | | | | |
358 | Happy soul, thy days are ended | | | | | | | |
359 | When rising from the bed of death | | | | | | | |
360 | In glory bright the Savior reigns | | | | | | | |
361 | My drowsy powers, why sleep ye so? | | | | | | | |
362 | Shall wisdom cry aloud | | | | | | | |
363 | When on Sinai's top I see | | | | | | | |
364 | Awake, my soul, to sound his praise | | | | | | | |
365 | Dear Refuge of my weary soul | | | | | | | |
366 | Glory to God on high! | | | | | | | |
367 | Vain man, thy fond pursuits forbear | | | | | | | |
368 | Bless'd is the man who shuns the place | | | | | | | |
369 | How lovely, how divinely sweet | | | | | | | |
370 | Come, my soul, thy suit prepare | | | | | | | |
371 | Lord, I approach the mercy-seat | | | | | | | |
372 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
373 | Hark! how the gospel trumpet sounds! | | | | | | | |
374 | O how I love thy holy law! | | | | | | | |
375 | To thy pastures, fair and large | | | | | | | |
376 | Seek, my soul, the narrow gate | | | | | | | |
377 | Blessed Redeemer, how divine | | | | | | | |
378 | Ye mourning saints, whose streaming tears | | | | | | | |
379 | Ere I sleep for every favor | | | | | | | |
380 | In evil long I took delight | | | | | | | |
381 | Majestic sweetness sits enthroned | | | | | | | |
382 | The heavens declare thy glory, Lord | | | | | | | |
383 | Mary to the Savior's tomb | | | | | | | |
384 | Go when the morning shineth | | | | | | | |
385 | Lo round the throne at God's right hand | | | | | | | |
386 | Have mercy, gracious Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
387 | Who is this that comes from far | | | | | | | |
388 | Welcome, delightful morn | | | | | | | |
389 | From every stormy wind that blows | | | | | | | |
390 | Sinner, hear the Savior's call | | | | | | | |
391 | Blest are the sons of peace | | | | | | | |
392 | Mighty God, while angels bless thee | | | | | | | |
393 | While with ceaseless course the sun | | | | | | | |
394 | Shepherd divine, our wants relieve | | | | | | | |
395 | Daughter of Zion, from the dust | | | | | | | |
396 | Another day has passed along | | | | | | | |
397 | O happy day that fixed my choice | | | | | | | |
398 | Oh! where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
399 | Yes, the Redeemer rose | | | | | | | |
400 | The morning light is breaking | | | | | | | |