# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
201 | Behold a sinner, dearest Lord | | | | | | | |
202 | Distressed soul, to Jesus go | | | | | | | |
203 | Hungry, and faint and poor | | | | | | | |
204 | Laden with sin and guilt am I | | | | | | | |
205 | Water from salvation's wells | | | | | | | |
206 | Come unto me, the Savior calls | | | | | | | |
207 | Beside the gospel pool Appointed for the poor | | | | | | | |
208 | Show pity Lord, O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
209 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
210 | I am a stranger here below | | | | | | | |
211 | Full of vain thoughts | | | | | | | |
212 | What strange perplexities arise | | | | | | | |
213 | Lord, can a soul like mine | | | | | | | |
214 | And yet, the Lord remembers me | | | | | | | |
215 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
216 | Though sin and Satan both unite | | | | | | | |
217 | Dear Lord, though bitter is the cup | | | | | | | |
218 | How cold and barren is my soul | | | | | | | |
219 | Tell me no more of earthly toys | | | | | | | |
220 | Not all the nobles of the earth who boast the honors of their birth | | | | | | | |
221 | The child of God, how highly blest | | | | | | | |
222 | Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, That saved | | | | | | | |
223 | O how melodious was that voice | | | | | | | |
224 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
225 | How can I be a child of grace | | | | | | | |
226 | Thus far my God hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
227 | When all thy mercies I survey | | | | | | | |
228 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
229 | What little comfort do we find | | | | | | | |
230 | Brethren, while we sojourn here | | | | | | | |
231 | How tedious and tasteless [restless and tiresome] the hours | | | | | | | |
232 | Come, all ye humble pilgrims | | | | | | | |
233 | How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
234 | What wondrous love is this, O my soul | | | | | | | |
235 | Behold, what wondrous love the Father hath | | | | | | | |
236 | Dark and thorny [stormy] is the desert | | | | | | | |
237 | What heavenly comfort do we find | | | | | | | |
238 | Now let my soul with wonder trace | | | | | | | |
239 | My God, my life, my love, to thee, to thee I call | | | | | | | |
240 | Come, ye [you] [we] that [who] love the Lord [Christ], And let your [our] joys | | | | | | | |
241 | The name of Jesus is my trust | | | | | | | |
242 | We've no abiding city here | | | | | | | |
243 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
244 | I'm bound for New Jerusalem | | | | | | | |
245 | Jerusalem, my happy home, O how I long for thee | | | | | | | |
246 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
247 | 'Twas far above the earth | | | | | | | |
248 | A home in heaven, what a joyful thought | | | | | | | |
249 | Have you heard, have you heard of that [the] sun-bright [heavenly] clime | | | | | | | |
250 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
251 | And let this feeble body fail | | | | | | | |
252 | O [Sweet] land for [of] rest for thee I sigh | | | | | | | |
253 | Faith is the brightest evidence | | | | | | | |
254 | 'Tis by the faith of joys to come | | | | | | | |
255 | As body when the soul has fled | | | | | | | |
256 | Faith!— 'tis a precious grace | | | | | | | |
257 | In all my troubles sharp and strong | | | | | | | |
258 | The God of my salvation lives | | | | | | | |
259 | Your harps, ye [you] trembling [mourning] [tearful], saints | | | | | | | |
260 | Do not I love thee, O my Lord [God]? Behold my heart and see | | | | | | | |
261 | Hark, my soul, it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
262 | To banquet once the spouse was led | | | | | | | |
263 | Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews | | | | | | | |
264 | Blest be the tie that binds our hearts in Christian love | | | | | | | |
265 | Lo what an entertaining sight | | | | | | | |
266 | Bound by the cords of love | | | | | | | |
267 | From whence doth [does] this [the] union arise | | | | | | | |
268 | Happy the Church, thou [the] sacred place | | | | | | | |
269 | Zion's a city fair God hath blessed [blest] | | | | | | | |
270 | Behold the Mount of Zion | | | | | | | |
271 | How did my heart rejoice to hear | | | | | | | |
272 | I love thy kingdom, Lord | | | | | | | |
273 | We are a garden walled around | | | | | | | |
274 | You may sing of the beauty [beauties] of mountain and dale | | | | | | | |
275 | Savior, visit Thy [our] plantation, grant us Lord, a gracious rain | | | | | | | |
276 | I'm not ashamed to own my [the] Lord | | | | | | | |
277 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
278 | Like Noah's weary dove that soared the earth around | | | | | | | |
279 | People of the living God! I have sought the world | | | | | | | |
280 | Come in ye blessed of our God [the Lord], and join his children here | | | | | | | |
281 | How happy are they, Who the [their] Savior [Jesus] obey | | | | | | | |
282 | Come, humble sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
283 | Desponding believer, come hold up thy head | | | | | | | |
284 | If ye love me, says Christ | | | | | | | |
285 | The glorious Son of God | | | | | | | |
286 | Thus was the great Redeemer plunged | | | | | | | |
287 | What lovely band is this I see | | | | | | | |
288 | Believing soul, why tarriest thou | | | | | | | |
289 | Dear Lord, and will [has] thy pardoning love | | | | | | | |
290 | Come, ye beloved of the Lord | | | | | | | |
291 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
292 | Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave | | | | | | | |
293 | 'Twas on that [a] dark, that [and] doleful [awful] [dreary] night [day] | | | | | | | |
294 | How sweet and awful [holy] [sacred] is the place | | | | | | | |
295 | We sing the amazing deeds | | | | | | | |
296 | Lord, at thy table I [we] behold The wonders of thy grace | | | | | | | |
297 | The king of heaven his table spreads | | | | | | | |
298 | How pleasing to behold and see | | | | | | | |
299 | The Lord of life this table spread | | | | | | | |
300 | Pity a helpless sinner, Lord | | | | | | | |