# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
401 | To-day the Saviour calls | | | | | | | |
402 | Where is my wand'ring boy tonight | | | | | | | |
403 | It passeth knowledge, that dear love of Thine! | | | | | | | |
404 | Come, Thou Fount of ev'ry blessing | | | | | | | |
405 | Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer! | | | | | | | |
406 | There is life for a look at the Crucified One | | | | | | | |
407 | Come to the Saviour, make no delay | | | | | | | |
408 | He leadeth me!, oh! blessed thought | | | | | | | |
409 | When He cometh, when He cometh | | | | | | | |
410 | Lord, I hear of showers of blessing | | | | | | | |
411 | Hark! the voice of Jesus crying | | | | | | | |
412 | Nothing but leaves! The spirit grieves | | | | | | | |
413 | "Yet there is room!" The Lamb's bright hall of song | | | | | | | |
414 | Do you see the Hebrew captive kneeling | | | | | | | |
415 | Soon shall we see the glorious morning | | | | | | | |
416 | "Man of Sorrows", what a name | | | | | | | |
417 | Ho! reapers of life's harvest | | | | | | | |
418 | Fade, fade, each earthly joy | | | | | | | |
419 | Knocking, knocking, who is there? | | | | | | | |
420 | I heard the voice of Jesus say | | | | | | | |
421 | Repeat the story o'er and o'er | | | | | | | |
422 | It may be at morn, when the day is awaking | | | | | | | |
423 | Standing by a purpose true | | | | | | | |
424 | Arise, my soul, arise | | | | | | | |
425 | My hope is built on nothing less | | | | | | | |
426 | There's a beautiful land on high | | | | | | | |
427 | Oh! do not let the Word depart | | | | | | | |
428 | She only touch'd the hem of His garment | | | | | | | |
429 | I am coming to the cross | | | | | | | |
430 | When Jesus comes to reward His servants | | | | | | | |
431 | Saviour, like a shepherd lead us | | | | | | | |
432 | Come, ye disconsolate! | | | | | | | |
433 | Sowing the seed by the daylight fair | | | | | | | |
434 | Take my life and let it be | | | | | | | |
435 | Oh word of words the sweetest | | | | | | | |
436 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
437 | The Lord bless thee, and keep thee | | | | | | | |
438 | Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost | | | | | | | |
439 | What means this eager anxious throng | | | | | | | |
440 | Thou art my God, O God Most High | | | | | | | |
441 | O could I speak the matchless worth | | | | | | | |
442 | Lord, we come before Thee now | | | | | | | |
443 | Holy Ghost, dispel our sadness | | | | | | | |
444 | Saviour, visit Thy plantation | | | | | | | |
445 | Did Christ o'er sinners weep | | | | | | | |
446 | Now is the accepted time | | | | | | | |
447 | A charge to keep I have | | | | | | | |
448 | Hasten, sinner! to be wise | | | | | | | |
449 | Jesus, I my cross have taken | | | | | | | |
450 | Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched | | | | | | | |
451 | Love divine, all love excelling | | | | | | | |
452 | O turn ye, O turn ye, for why will he die | | | | | | | |
453 | Delay not, delay not, O sinner, draw near | | | | | | | |
454 | My soul, be on thy guard | | | | | | | |
455 | Art thou weary, art thou languid? | | | | | | | |
456 | Now I resolve with all my heart | | | | | | | |
457 | Lord, I am Thine, entierly Thine | | | | | | | |
458 | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
459 | My God, my Father, while I stray | | | | | | | |
460 | How shall the young secure their hearts | | | | | | | |
461 | With tearful eyes I look around | | | | | | | |
462 | O for a faith that will not shrink | | | | | | | |
463 | Why will ye waste on trifling cares | | | | | | | |
464 | Safely thro' another week | | | | | | | |
465 | Oh! where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |