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402 | See how the boasting Pharisee | | | | | | | |
403 | Deluded souls! who think to grasp | | | | | | | |
404 | In what confusion earth appears | | | | | | | |
405 | God of my life, to thee belong | | | | | | | |
406 | When some kind shepherd from his fold | | | | | | | |
407 | Isr'l in ancient days | | | | | | | |
408 | When Isr'l's sons, a murmering race | | | | | | | |
409 | Awake my soul, stretch ev'ry nerve | | | | | | | |
410 | Not to the terrors of the Lord | | | | | | | |
411 | Thou art the way - to thee alone | | | | | | | |
412 | Self righteous souls on works rely | | | | | | | |
413 | Ye lovely bands of blooming youth | | | | | | | |
414 | Ye hearts with youthful vigor warm | | | | | | | |
415 | Hasten, O sinner, to be wise | | | | | | | |
416 | Happy the man who finds the grace | | | | | | | |
417 | Be still, my heart, these anx | | | | | | | |
418 | Thus speaks the high and lofty One | | | | | | | |
419 | The righteousness the atoning blood | | | | | | | |
420 | Awake and sing the song | | | | | | | |
421 | As when the weary traveler gains | | | | | | | |
422 | Rejoice, the Lord is King | | | | | | | |
423 | Celestial worlds, your Maker's name | | | | | | | |
424 | When, bending o'er the brink of life | | | | | | | |
425 | The Lord our God is clothed with might | | | | | | | |
426 | When all thy mercies, O my God, | | | | | | | |
427 | The Christian would not have his lot | | | | | | | |
428 | There is a fountain filled with blood | | | | | | | |
429 | Jesus, Lord of life and glory! | | | | | | | |
430 | When marshall'd on the nightly plain | | | | | | | |
431 | I saw one hanging on a tree | | | | | | | |
432 | From Calvary a cry was heard | | | | | | | |
433 | Through sorrow's night and danger's path | | | | | | | |
434 | From ev'ry stormy wind that blows | | | | | | | |
435 | Sinner, art thou still secure! | | | | | | | |
436 | Behold a stranger at the door! | | | | | | | |
437 | Say, sinner, hath a voice within | | | | | | | |
438 | Return, O wanderer, return | | | | | | | |
439 | Come, ye weary, heavy laden | | | | | | | |
440 | And will the Lord thus con | | | | | | | |
441 | The voice of free grace cries escape | | | | | | | |
442 | I hear a voice that comes from far | | | | | | | |
443 | Hail, my ever blessed Jesus | | | | | | | |
444 | Grace! 'tis a charming sound; | | | | | | | |
445 | How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
446 | As panting in the sultry | | | | | | | |
447 | Encompass'd with clouds of distress | | | | | | | |
448 | My God, the spring of all my joys | | | | | | | |
449 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
450 | How tedious and tasteless the hours | | | | | | | |
451 | Hearts of stone, relent, relent | | | | | | | |
452 | How oft, alas! this wretched heart | | | | | | | |
453 | O thou, whose tender mercy hears | | | | | | | |
454 | The Lord will happiness divine on contrite hearts bestow | | | | | | | |
455 | O that my load of sin were gone! | | | | | | | |
456 | Return, my roving heart, return | | | | | | | |
457 | Why is my heart so far from thee | | | | | | | |
458 | Lord, we come before thee now | | | | | | | |
459 | If 'tis sweet to mingle where | | | | | | | |
460 | Sinners! we are sent to bid you, | | | | | | | |
461 | See Israel's gentle Shepherd stands | | | | | | | |
462 | O love divine, how sweet thou art! | | | | | | | |
463 | Awake our souls, away our | | | | | | | |
464 | When darkness long has veil'd my mind | | | | | | | |
465 | How blest is our brother, bereft | | | | | | | |
466 | 'Tis finish'd! the conflict is past | | | | | | | |
467 | Oh, where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
468 | If I must die, O, let me die, With hope | | | | | | | |
469 | Death rides on ev'ry passing breeze | | | | | | | |
470 | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
471 | That day of wrath, that dreadful day | | | | | | | |
472 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
473 | The Lord shall come, the earth shall quake | | | | | | | |
474 | Eternity is just at hand | | | | | | | |
475 | An alien from God, and a | | | | | | | |
476 | To Jesus the crown of my hope | | | | | | | |
477 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
478 | Arm of the Lord! awake | | | | | | | |
479 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
480 | Hark! the song of Jubilee | | | | | | | |
481 | Now be the gospel banner | | | | | | | |
482 | Would you win a soul to God | | | | | | | |
483 | Let Zion's watchmen all awake | | | | | | | |
484 | Am I called? and can it be | | | | | | | |
485 | Come youthful sinners, come | | | | | | | |
486 | Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave | | | | | | | |
487 | Welcome, delightful morn! | | | | | | | |
488 | Is there a time when moments flow | | | | | | | |
489 | When verdure clothes the fertile vale | | | | | | | |
490 | Pleasing spring again is here! | | | | | | | |
491 | While with ceaseless course the sun | | | | | | | |
492 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
493 | Hast thou, my soul, improved each power | | | | | | | |
494 | And now another day is past | | | | | | | |
495 | O my soul, what means this sadness! | | | | | | | |
496 | This world's a dreary wilderness | | | | | | | |
497 | Sad pilgrim of Zion, tho' chasten'd awhile, | | | | | | | |
498 | Lord! what a wretched land is this | | | | | | | |
499 | Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish | | | | | | | |
500 | When languor and disease invade | | | | | | | |
501 | Saviour, visit thy plantation | | | | | | | |