# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
298 | There is a fountain filled with blood | | | | | | | |
299 | Son of David! hear my cry | | | | | | | |
300 | Hark, my soul, it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
301 | Sinner, how thy heart is troubled! | | | | | | | |
302 | Come, come to Jesus, | | | | | | | |
303 | I was a wand'ring sheep | | | | | | | |
304 | I am weary of my sin | | | | | | | |
305 | Come, humble sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
306 | When wounded sore, the stricken soul | | | | | | | |
307 | Weary of earth, and laden with my sin | | | | | | | |
308 | Come ye sinners, poor and needy | | | | | | | |
310 | Art thou weary, art thou languid | | | | | | | |
311 | Show pity Lord, O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
312 | With broken heart and contrite sigh | | | | | | | |
313 | Come, every soul by sin oppressed | | | | | | | |
314 | Lord, with glowing heart I'd praise Thee | | | | | | | |
315 | Just as I am, without one plea | | | | | | | |
316 | O Christ, our King, Creator, Lord | | | | | | | |
317 | With tearful eyes I look around | | | | | | | |
318 | While Jesus whispers to you | | | | | | | |
319 | Come unto Me, ye weary | | | | | | | |
320 | Jesus, thou art the sinner's Friend | | | | | | | |
321 | Prepare us Lord to view thy cross | | | | | | | |
322 | Oh, come to Jesus now | | | | | | | |
323 | Pass me not, O gentle Saviour | | | | | | | |
324 | Pray'r is the soul's sincere desire | | | | | | | |
325 | What mean this eager, anxious throng | | | | | | | |
326 | Behold a stranger at the door | | | | | | | |
327 | I'm a pilgrim and I'm a stranger | | | | | | | |
328 | Holy Spirit, faithful Guide | | | | | | | |
329 | Lead, kindly Light amid th'encircling gloom | | | | | | | |
330 | Wouldst thou be saved? No time to lose | | | | | | | |
331 | Come, heavy laden one, sighing for rest | | | | | | | |
332 | Pilgrim, burdened with thy sin | | | | | | | |
333 | Oh, happy day that fixed my choice | | | | | | | |
334 | I've reached the land of corn and wine | | | | | | | |
335 | I will sing you a song of that beautiful land | | | | | | | |
336 | Far from the scenes of night | | | | | | | |
337 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
338 | Another six days' work is done | | | | | | | |
339 | A glory gilds the sacred page | | | | | | | |
340 | Stand up for Jesus, Christian stand! | | | | | | | |
341 | Oh! we are volunteers in the army of the Lord | | | | | | | |
342 | I think when I read that sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
343 | O Paradise! O Paradise! | | | | | | | |
344 | Angel voices, ever singing | | | | | | | |
345 | Open the door for the children | | | | | | | |
346 | Hark! hark, my soul! Angelic songs are swelling | | | | | | | |
347 | I need thee ev'ry hour | | | | | | | |
348 | How precious is the book divine | | | | | | | |
349 | We come in the might of the Lord of light | | | | | | | |
350 | Saviour, like a shepherd lead us | | | | | | | |
351 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
352 | Onward, Christian soldiers | | | | | | | |
352½ | Beautiful Zion, built above | | | | | | | |
353 | There is a happy land | | | | | | | |
354 | Afflictions, tho' they seem severe | | | | | | | |
355 | I'm but a stanger here | | | | | | | |
356 | Come to Jesus, come to Jesus | | | | | | | |
357 | Child of sin and sorrow | | | | | | | |
358 | Is this the way, my Father? | | | | | | | |
359 | I bring my sins to thee | | | | | | | |
360 | God be with you till we meet again | | | | | | | |
361 | Let the nations awake to the signs of the times | | | | | | | |
362 | We shall meet no more to sever | | | | | | | |
363 | Guard thy tongue and guard it wisely | | | | | | | |
364 | Oh, how sweet is the Bible! how pure is the light | | | | | | | |
365 | We are singing, we are singing | | | | | | | |
366 | I hear the Savior say, Thy strength indeed is small | | | | | | | |
367 | Oh, had I Noah's changeless faith | | | | | | | |
368 | Oh, for a faith that will not shrink | | | | | | | |
369 | I have a Saviour, he's pleading in glory | | | | | | | |
370 | Cross of Christ! lead onward | | | | | | | |
371 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
372 | Christ, the Teacher, cometh | | | | | | | |
373 | Lo! our fathers' God is with us! | | | | | | | |
374 | I long to behold him arrayed | | | | | | | |
375 | Oh, never yield to gloomy tho'ts | | | | | | | |
376 | Robed and ready, pressing homeward | | | | | | | |
377 | Brothers, come, your labors leaving | | | | | | | |
378 | This little life is full of grief | | | | | | | |
379 | In the morning, when the dew is sparkling | | | | | | | |
380 | Must I my brother keep | | | | | | | |
381 | In the vineyard of our Father | | | | | | | |
382 | Are we sowing seeds of kindness? | | | | | | | |
383 | Toiling in the house of bondage | | | | | | | |
384 | Raise me higher raise me higher | | | | | | | |
385 | Alleluia, sing to Jesus | | | | | | | |
386 | Always with us, always with us | | | | | | | |
387 | He leads us on by paths we did not know | | | | | | | |
388 | The world delights to persecute | | | | | | | |
389 | I stood outside the gate | | | | | | | |
390 | Say not thou hast no mission | | | | | | | |
391 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
392 | Come, mu soul, thy sut prepare | | | | | | | |
393 | My God, is any hour so sweet | | | | | | | |
394 | Softly fades the twilight ray | | | | | | | |
395 | Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness | | | | | | | |
396 | "I'm trying to climb up Zion's hill" | | | | | | | |
397 | Do you know any little barefoot boy | | | | | | | |