# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
401 | Pity the nations, O our God | | | | | | | |
402 | Jesus, in thy transporting name | | | | | | | |
403 | Great God, is not thy promise pledged | | | | | | | |
404 | When sins and fears prevailing rise | | | | | | | |
405 | I asked the Lord, that I might grow | | | | | | | |
406 | Inscribed upon the cross we see | | | | | | | |
407 | Blest hour, when mortal man retires | | | | | | | |
408 | How sweetly flowed the gospel sound | | | | | | | |
409 | Go, labor on; your hands are weak | | | | | | | |
410 | Weeping soul, no longer mourn | | | | | | | |
411 | Hearts of stone, relent, relent | | | | | | | |
412 | Once I thought my mountain strong | | | | | | | |
413 | Rock of ages, cleft for me | | | | | | | |
414 | Saved ourselves by Jesus' blood | | | | | | | |
415 | Jesus, let thy pitying eye | | | | | | | |
416 | Stop, poor sinner! stop and think | | | | | | | |
417 | Tho' the days are dark with trouble | | | | | | | |
418 | Brightest and best of the sons of the morning | | | | | | | |
419 | Daughter of Zion, awake from thy sadness | | | | | | | |
420 | Rise my soul and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
421 | How sad our state by nature is! | | | | | | | |
422 | And are we, wretches, yet alive? | | | | | | | |
423 | Strait is the way, the door is strait | | | | | | | |
424 | How sweet and awful is the place | | | | | | | |
425 | In evil long I took delight | | | | | | | |
426 | Beneath our feet and o'er our head | | | | | | | |
427 | How shall the young secure their hearts | | | | | | | |
428 | To-day, if you will hear his voice | | | | | | | |
429 | The heathen perish; day by day | | | | | | | |
430 | Why will ye waste on trifling cares | | | | | | | |
431 | Behold! a stranger's at the door! | | | | | | | |
432 | How oft have sin and Satan strove | | | | | | | |
433 | Come, Holy Spirit, Dove divine | | | | | | | |
434 | Give me the wings of faith to rise | | | | | | | |
435 | Salvation! Oh! the joyful sound! | | | | | | | |
436 | Since all the varying scences of time | | | | | | | |
437 | The blessed Spirit, like the wind | | | | | | | |
438 | Come, let us join our friends above | | | | | | | |
439 | Meekly in Jordan's holy stream | | | | | | | |
440 | Lord, look on all assembled here | | | | | | | |
441 | O, that I knew the secret place | | | | | | | |
442 | Together let us sweetly live | | | | | | | |
443 | Come friends, and let our hearts awake | | | | | | | |
444 | In the Christian's home in glory | | | | | | | |
445 | I would not live alway; I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
446 | Delay not, delay not; O sinner draw near | | | | | | | |
447 | When torn is the bosom by sorrow or care | | | | | | | |
448 | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
449 | Joy to the world! the Lord is come! | | | | | | | |
450 | Come, let us join our cheerful songs | | | | | | | |
451 | Hark! the glad sound! the Saviour comes! | | | | | | | |
452 | Father of glory, to thy name | | | | | | | |
453 | Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear | | | | | | | |
454 | O, speed thee, Christian, on thy way | | | | | | | |
455 | I have a Father in the promised land! | | | | | | | |
456 | Come to Calv'ry's holy mountain | | | | | | | |
457 | Precious Bible! what a treasure | | | | | | | |
458 | Dear as thou wast, and justly dear | | | | | | | |
459 | A throne of grace! then let us go | | | | | | | |
460 | Father of mercies, in thy word | | | | | | | |
461 | To Him who loved the souls of men | | | | | | | |
462 | Through all the changing scenes of life | | | | | | | |
463 | My God, the spring of all my joys | | | | | | | |
464 | How sweet, upon this sacred day | | | | | | | |
465 | What shall I render to my God | | | | | | | |
466 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
467 | That was a time of wondrous love | | | | | | | |
468 | Prayer is appointed to convey | | | | | | | |
469 | Where is my God? does he retire | | | | | | | |
470 | Our helper, God, we bless thy name | | | | | | | |
471 | Return, O wanderer, now return | | | | | | | |
472 | He lives! the great Redeemer lives! | | | | | | | |
473 | O thou, that hear'st when sinners cry! | | | | | | | |
474 | "Ask, and ye shall receive" | | | | | | | |
475 | Mourn for the thousands slain | | | | | | | |
476 | O, for the death of those | | | | | | | |
477 | And can I yet delay | | | | | | | |
478 | Ye sinners, fear the Lord | | | | | | | |
479 | The pity of the Lord | | | | | | | |
480 | Your harps, ye trembling saints | | | | | | | |
481 | And will the Judge descend? | | | | | | | |
482 | O, for a closer walk with God! | | | | | | | |
483 | O, for a faith that will not shrink | | | | | | | |
484 | Sinner, the voice of God regard | | | | | | | |
485 | Amazing grace--How sweet the sound! | | | | | | | |
486 | Arise, my soul, arise | | | | | | | |
487 | There is a place of sacred rest | | | | | | | |
488 | Blow ye the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
489 | Join all the glorious names | | | | | | | |
490 | The Lord Jehovah reigns | | | | | | | |
491 | My faith looks up to thee, | | | | | | | |
492 | Auspicious morning, hail! | | | | | | | |
493 | My country, 'tis of thee | | | | | | | |
494 | God bless our native land! | | | | | | | |
495 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
496 | A debtor to mercy alone | | | | | | | |
497 | This God is the God we adore | | | | | | | |
498 | How condescending and how kind | | | | | | | |
499 | By faith I view my Saviour dying | | | | | | | |
500 | Show pity, Lord; O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |