# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
201 | To thee, my Lord, I come | | | | | | | |
202 | The night is almost past and gone | | | | | | | |
203 | Shall proud Goliath, in a rage | | | | | | | |
204 | What shall be done unto the ones | | | | | | | |
205 | My blessed Lord, I want to find | | | | | | | |
206 | Wisdom has hewn her pillars square | | | | | | | |
207 | The rich man clothed in linen fine | | | | | | | |
208 | The morning sun appears to rise | | | | | | | |
209 | Children of men come hear the call | | | | | | | |
210 | O who is this from Edom | | | | | | | |
211 | Though man is seen today | | | | | | | |
213[212] | On us, O Lord, look down | | | | | | | |
213 | America, thou happy land | | | | | | | |
214 | Ye favored lands, your voices raise | | | | | | | |
215 | How sweet and lovely is the place | | | | | | | |
216 | My blessed Lord, I have no friend | | | | | | | |
217 | It's I, the great Redeemer said | | | | | | | |
218 | The queen of Sheba from the south | | | | | | | |
219 | What various hindrances combine | | | | | | | |
220 | O Lord, we are but flesh and blood | | | | | | | |
221 | Can the Ethiopian change his skin | | | | | | | |
222 | Ye pilgrims look well to the way | | | | | | | |
223 | Wide is the gate and broad the road | | | | | | | |
223[224] | Awake, my soul, with all thy powers | | | | | | | |
225 | Behold the wicked sons of men | | | | | | | |
226 | The grace of God, how sweet it is | | | | | | | |
227 | Is our report believed | | | | | | | |
228 | See what a firm and solid rock | | | | | | | |
229 | Though sinners fret and disagree | | | | | | | |
230 | O that I could be more engaged | | | | | | | |
231 | Should I attempt to turn from thee | | | | | | | |
232 | If Jesus makes you free | | | | | | | |
233 | A new commandment I do give | | | | | | | |
234 | When Isr'l did in Egypt dwell | | | | | | | |
235 | Behold, O God, our rising race | | | | | | | |
236 | The dear disciples of our Lord | | | | | | | |
237 | Run now ye children of the Lord | | | | | | | |
238 | Did Christ, the lovely Son of God | | | | | | | |
239 | Our blessed Lord did once declare | | | | | | | |
240 | Ye little flock dismiss your fear | | | | | | | |
241 | Afflicted souls that mourn and weep | | | | | | | |
242 | Has my Redeemer gone on high | | | | | | | |
243 | When Saul unto damascus went | | | | | | | |
244 | Dear Lord, we see within these walls | | | | | | | |
245 | Is there a rest so nigh at hand | | | | | | | |
246 | If others go on | | | | | | | |
247 | Old Abraham sent his servant | | | | | | | |
248 | Thy people shall all willing come | | | | | | | |
249 | O King of Zion, quickly come | | | | | | | |
250 | Poor sinners you are born to die | | | | | | | |
251 | Arise, my stupid soul, arise | | | | | | | |
252 | O could I but my Jesus love | | | | | | | |
253 | Go cut the fruitless fig tree down | | | | | | | |
254 | Vain are the thoughts of earthly minds | | | | | | | |
255 | In nature's garden can't be found | | | | | | | |
256 | O Saviour let thy kingdom come | | | | | | | |
257 | Behold the busy sons of men | | | | | | | |
258 | Why is your music all laid by | | | | | | | |
259 | 'Twas by the streams of Babylon | | | | | | | |
260 | The ways of Zion mourn | | | | | | | |
261 | Forbid that I should turn from thee | | | | | | | |
262 | It is enough, old Jacob said | | | | | | | |
263 | My brethren, if you would obey | | | | | | | |
264 | How little do I feel | | | | | | | |
265 | Dear Lord, how long shall I be here | | | | | | | |
266 | Ye needy souls improve your time | | | | | | | |
267 | Sinners, are you resolved to go | | | | | | | |
268 | Hear the good news ye sons of men | | | | | | | |
269 | 'Twas with a shout our Lord went home | | | | | | | |
270 | What homage should we pay | | | | | | | |
271 | Dear Lord, let not thine anger rise | | | | | | | |
272 | The Savior calls, ye nations hear | | | | | | | |
273 | 'Twas by the Father long decreed | | | | | | | |
274 | Arise, Columbia's sons arise | | | | | | | |
275 | Bright glory now begins to dawn | | | | | | | |
276 | My little vessel now set sail | | | | | | | |
277 | Ye sons of Zion raise your voice | | | | | | | |
278 | Come, all ye mourning sons of sorrow | | | | | | | |
279 | My dear friends and relations | | | | | | | |
280 | Behold the young man in his prime | | | | | | | |
281 | Sinners, hear the declaration | | | | | | | |
282 | O my soul, what means this sadness | | | | | | | |
283 | Why stand ye here agazing, ye men of Gallilee | | | | | | | |