# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
201 | O God of mercy, hear my call | | | | | | | |
202 | O thou, from whom all goodness flows | | | | | | | |
203 | Let me but hear my Saviour say | | | | | | | |
204 | Dear Refuge of my weary soul | | | | | | | |
205 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
206 | Do not I love thee, O my God? | | | | | | | |
207 | Of all the joys we mortals know | | | | | | | |
208 | Give me the wings of faith, to rise | | | | | | | |
209 | My dear Redeemer, and my Lord | | | | | | | |
210 | And is the Gospel peace and love? | | | | | | | |
211 | I live to die, I die to live | | | | | | | |
212 | Lord, we confess our numerous faults | | | | | | | |
213 | Sovereign grace has power alone | | | | | | | |
214 | Amazing grace!--how sweet the sound | | | | | | | |
215 | Grace! 'tis a charming sound | | | | | | | |
216 | Come, thou Fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
217 | Awake, and sing the song | | | | | | | |
218 | Let worldly minds the world pursue | | | | | | | |
219 | How vain are all things here below | | | | | | | |
220 | Strait is the way, the door is strait | | | | | | | |
221 | Beware of Peter's word | | | | | | | |
222 | Poor, weak, and worthless though I am | | | | | | | |
223 | My soul lies cleaving to the dust | | | | | | | |
224 | Religion is the chief concern | | | | | | | |
225 | Hence from my soul, my sins, depart | | | | | | | |
226 | O blessed souls are they | | | | | | | |
227 | Faith--'tis a precious grace | | | | | | | |
228 | 'Tis by the faith of joys to come | | | | | | | |
229 | Mistaken souls! that dream of heav'n | | | | | | | |
230 | God is a spirit just and wise | | | | | | | |
231 | Behold, how sinners disagree | | | | | | | |
232 | Is there ambition in my heart? | | | | | | | |
233 | Happy the heart where graces reign | | | | | | | |
234 | Let party names no more | | | | | | | |
235 | How happy are they | | | | | | | |
236 | Come, we that love the Lord | | | | | | | |
237 | O that I could for ever dwell | | | | | | | |
238 | Return, O God of Love, return | | | | | | | |
239 | "We've no abiding city here" | | | | | | | |
240 | I send the joys of earth away | | | | | | | |
241 | Through this wide wilderness I roam | | | | | | | |
242 | Pilgrim, burden'd with thy sin | | | | | | | |
243 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
244 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
245 | Children of the heavenly King | | | | | | | |
246 | While I to grief my soul gave way | | | | | | | |
247 | I'm not ashamed to own my Lord | | | | | | | |
248 | A charge to keep I have | | | | | | | |
249 | Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve | | | | | | | |
250 | Awake, our souls! away our fears | | | | | | | |
251 | Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears | | | | | | | |
252 | In all my Lord's appointed ways | | | | | | | |
253 | My drowsy powers, why keep ye so? | | | | | | | |
254 | Behold where, in a mortal form | | | | | | | |
255 | When from the glorious realms of day | | | | | | | |
256 | The Saviour, what a noble flame | | | | | | | |
257 | Did Christ o'er sinners weep? | | | | | | | |
258 | Didst thou, dear Jesus, suffer shame? | | | | | | | |
259 | I am a soldier of the cross? | | | | | | | |
260 | My soul, be on thy guard | | | | | | | |
261 | And must I part with all I have | | | | | | | |
262 | Soldiers of Christ, arise | | | | | | | |
263 | Ye messengers of Christ | | | | | | | |
264 | Behold what witnesses unseen | | | | | | | |
265 | When Jesus dwelt in mortal clay | | | | | | | |
266 | Happy the man, whose gen'rous heart | | | | | | | |
267 | Blest is the man whose soft'ning heart | | | | | | | |
268 | Ho, ye that pant for transient joys | | | | | | | |
269 | Blest is the man whose heart can move | | | | | | | |
270 | Jesus, my Lord, how rich thy grace! | | | | | | | |
271 | See human nature sunk in shame | | | | | | | |
272 | The Spirit, in our hearts | | | | | | | |
273 | Preserve me, Lord, in time of need | | | | | | | |
274 | "Light of the world," in mercy given | | | | | | | |
275 | Go forth, ye heralds, in my name | | | | | | | |
276 | He that goeth forth with weeping | | | | | | | |
277 | Would you win a soul to God | | | | | | | |
278 | Thus I resolv'd before the Lord | | | | | | | |
279 | What shall we render, bounteous Lord | | | | | | | |
280 | Where the lost and wretched are | | | | | | | |
281 | Go into every street and lane | | | | | | | |
282 | Christian! to active duty wake | | | | | | | |
283 | Lord of glory, who didst honor | | | | | | | |
284 | Go forth on wings of fervent pray'r | | | | | | | |
285 | Go, spread the page of truth divine | | | | | | | |
286 | Go forth on wings of pray'r | | | | | | | |
287 | Inspired with charity divine | | | | | | | |
288 | All hail, ye servants of the Lord | | | | | | | |
289 | Visit kindly, O our God! | | | | | | | |
290 | Sow in the morn the seed | | | | | | | |
291 | Go, messenger of love, and bear | | | | | | | |
292 | Spread, spread these healing leaves | | | | | | | |
293 | Christians! if you would enjoy | | | | | | | |
294 | Oh, how divine, how sweet the joy | | | | | | | |
295 | The Lord on mortal worms looks down | | | | | | | |
296 | Ye servants of the Lord | | | | | | | |
297 | Yes, I will be for ever thine | | | | | | | |
298 | Indulgent God of love and power | | | | | | | |
299 | At evening to my soul I say | | | | | | | |
300 | Believers now are toss'd about | | | | | | | |