# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
587 | O had I an angel's harp and tongue | | | | | | | |
588 | Strange and mysterious is my life | | | | | | | |
590a | How oft have sin and Satan strove | | | | | | | |
590b | Encouraged by thy word | | | | | | | |
592 | See a poor sinner, dearest Lord | | | | | | | |
593 | Encompassed with clouds of distress | | | | | | | |
595 | Arise, my soul, arise | | | | | | | |
596 | Lord, my times are in thy hand | | | | | | | |
597 | When any turn from Zion's way | | | | | | | |
598 | Whither goest thou, pilgrim, stranger | | | | | | | |
599 | Sinner! rouse thee from thy sleep | | | | | | | |
600 | Lord, shall we part with gold for dross | | | | | | | |
601 | Thou All-sufficient One! | | | | | | | |
602 | Sin enslaved me many years | | | | | | | |
603 | In vain we seek for peace with God | | | | | | | |
604 | Jesus, the sinner's friend, to thee | | | | | | | |
605 | Lord, my house of clay | | | | | | | |
606 | My soul's full of glory, inspiring my tongue | | | | | | | |
608 | I journey through a desert drear and wild | | | | | | | |
609 | Jesus, at thy command | | | | | | | |
610 | Step by step my course doth tend | | | | | | | |
611 | It is not death to die | | | | | | | |
612 | Wait, my soul, upon the Lord | | | | | | | |
613 | Father, into thy loving hands | | | | | | | |
615 | Whence doth come my peace, my joy? | | | | | | | |
616 | Oft have I sat in secret sighs | | | | | | | |
618 | Sing praise! the tomb is void | | | | | | | |
619 | Ye trembling souls, dismiss your fears | | | | | | | |
620 | Weep not--Jesus lives on high | | | | | | | |
622 | What are these in bright array | | | | | | | |
623 | "For ever with the Lord!" | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal has not been proofed - data may be incomplete or incorrect]