# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
101 | How happy are they | | | | | | | |
102 | "Mercy, O thou Son of David!" | | | | | | | |
103 | O Lord! I would delight in thee | | | | | | | |
104 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
105 | My gracious Redeemer I love! | | | | | | | |
106 | My glorious Redeemer! I long | | | | | | | |
107 | Blest be the tie that binds | | | | | | | |
108 | Hark, my soul, it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
109 | O may I worthy prove to see | | | | | | | |
110 | How sweet, how heav'nly is the sight | | | | | | | |
111 | Oh happy day, that fix'd my choice | | | | | | | |
112 | Ye humble souls, rejoice | | | | | | | |
113 | "Repent!" the voice celestial cries | | | | | | | |
114 | Prostrate, dear Jesus! at thy feet | | | | | | | |
115 | Dear Saviour! when my thoughts recal | | | | | | | |
116 | My conscious guilt is now so great | | | | | | | |
117 | With melting heart and weeping eyes | | | | | | | |
118 | Jesus! full of all compassion | | | | | | | |
119 | Afflictions, tho' they seem severe | | | | | | | |
120 | In evil, long I took delight | | | | | | | |
121 | Return, O wanderer, return | | | | | | | |
122 | It is the Lord--entrhon'd in light | | | | | | | |
123 | It is the Lord--whose mtachless skill | | | | | | | |
124 | Away, my unbelieving fear | | | | | | | |
125 | Come, my soul, thy suit prepare | | | | | | | |
126 | Didst thou, dear Jesus, suffer shame | | | | | | | |
127 | Ye trembling souls! dismiss your fears | | | | | | | |
128 | Begone, unbelief! my Saviour is near | | | | | | | |
129 | How happy is the pilgrim's lot | | | | | | | |
130 | Awake my soul! stretch ev'ry nerve | | | | | | | |
131 | My Captain sounds th' alarm of war! | | | | | | | |
132 | Jesus! at thy command | | | | | | | |
133 | Now let the feeble all be strong | | | | | | | |
134 | Dear Refuge of my weary soul | | | | | | | |
135 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
136 | Alas! what hourly dangers rise | | | | | | | |
137 | I ask'd the Lord that I might grow | | | | | | | |
138 | Now let our souls, on wings sublime | | | | | | | |
139 | Thus far my God hath led me on | | | | | | | |
140 | There is a heav'n above the skies | | | | | | | |
141 | Come all ye weary travelers | | | | | | | |
142 | Sinners, why stand ye idle | | | | | | | |
143 | Cheer up, my soul, there is a mercy-seat | | | | | | | |
144 | Approach, my soul, the mercy seat | | | | | | | |
145 | Oh, could I find from day to day | | | | | | | |
146 | Jesus, lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
147 | This world can never give | | | | | | | |
148 | My God inspire this heart of mine | | | | | | | |
149 | How Lost was my conditon | | | | | | | |
150 | Our souls by love together knit | | | | | | | |
151 | O when shall I see Jesus | | | | | | | |
152 | Oh, for a glance of heav'nly day | | | | | | | |
153 | There is a land of pleasure | | | | | | | |
154 | Saviour, I do feel thy merit | | | | | | | |
155 | Tho' troubles assail, and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
156 | Oh, why was I not left behind | | | | | | | |
157 | Come away to the skies | | | | | | | |
158 | 'Twas told me in my early day | | | | | | | |
159 | The perfect world, by Adam trod | | | | | | | |
160 | How charming is the place | | | | | | | |
161 | How lovely, how divinely sweet | | | | | | | |
162 | Almighty Maker, God! | | | | | | | |
163 | Lord, I cannot let thee go | | | | | | | |
164 | Come, humble sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
165 | Did Christ o'er sinners weep | | | | | | | |
166 | Come, guilty souls, and flee away | | | | | | | |
167 | Jesus, who knows full well | | | | | | | |
168 | Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound) | | | | | | | |
169 | Come, Lord, and warm each languid heart | | | | | | | |
170 | Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
171 | I love thy Kingdom, Lord | | | | | | | |
172 | Sleep not, the Saviour cries | | | | | | | |
173 | Whilst thee I seek, protecting Power! | | | | | | | |
174 | O Lord, our languid souls inspire | | | | | | | |
175 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
176 | Sinners, this solemn truth regard | | | | | | | |
177 | Prayer is the soul's sincere desire | | | | | | | |
178 | See Israel’s gentle shepherd stands | | | | | | | |
179 | Blessed Saviour--thou hast told us | | | | | | | |
180 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
181 | Father, is not thy promise pledged | | | | | | | |
182 | How many years has man been driv'n | | | | | | | |
183 | "How" long, O God, "has man been driv'n" | | | | | | | |
184 | Saviour, visit thy plantation | | | | | | | |
185 | O'er the gloomy hills of darkness | | | | | | | |
186 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
187 | They have gone to the land where the patriarchs rest | | | | | | | |
188 | Daughter of Zion, awake from thy sadness | | | | | | | |
189 | Watchman! tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
190 | Go ye heralds of salvation | | | | | | | |
191 | Assembled at thy great command | | | | | | | |
192 | The trump of Israel's jubilee | | | | | | | |
193 | Delightful thought! that sinners may | | | | | | | |
194 | Christian, see the orient morning | | | | | | | |
195 | Yes! we trust the day is breaking | | | | | | | |
196 | Come, brethren dear, who know the Lord | | | | | | | |
197 | Come, ye that fear the Lord | | | | | | | |
198 | When any turn from Zion's way | | | | | | | |
199 | In all my Lord's appointed ways | | | | | | | |
200 | Jesus! and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |