# | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
102 | Sweet to rejoice in lively hope | | | | | |  | |
103 | In every trouble, sharp and strong | | | | | |  | |
104 | Hark! hark! what sounds are these so pleasing | | | | | |  | |
105 | Thou God of Jabez hear | | | | | |  | |
106 | Through all the downward tracts [tracks] of time | | | | | |  | |
107 | Cast thy burdens on the Lord | | | | | |  | |
108 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | |  | |
109 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | |  | |
110 | Begone, unbelief, [for] my [our] Savior is near | | | | | |  | |
111 | My soul be on thy [your] guard | | | | | |  | |
112 | Approach, my soul, the mercy seat | | | | | |  | |
113 | Come and taste along with me, the weary pilgrims consolation | | | | | |  | |
114 | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | |  | |
115 | O for a breeze of heav'nly love | | | | | |  | |
116 | O Zion, afflicted with wave upon wave | | | | | |  | |
117 | When the fierce north wind with his airy forces | | | | | |  | |
118 | Come and taste along with me | | | | | |  | |
119 | O give me Lord, my sins to mourn | | | | | |  | |
120 | Exulting, rejoicing, hail the happy morning | | | | | |  | |
121 | The trump of the gospel resounds through the land | | | | | |  | |
122 | When faith presents the Savior's death | | | | | |  | |
123 | On the brink of fiery ruin | | | | | |  | |
124 | Lord, when together here we meet | | | | | |  | |
125 | A few more days on earth to spend | | | | | |  | |
126 | Grant, gracious Father, that this day | | | | | |  | |
127 | O thou whose guardian care hath kept | | | | | |  | |
128 | Great God, on thee our trust is stayed | | | | | |  | |
129 | Young people, all, attention give | | | | | |  | |
130 | Don't you see my Jesus coming | | | | | |  | |
131 | Stop, poor sinner [sinners], stop and think | | | | | |  | |
132 | The souls that would to Jesus press | | | | | |  | |
133 | Sweet muse, descend, and bless the shade | | | | | |  | |
134 | It grieves me, Lord, it grieves me sore | | | | | |  | |
135 | How dreadful is the thought of death | | | | | |  | |
136[137] | Soon will this mortal life be o'er | | | | | |  | |
137 | O hearken sinners, we have come [cause] to warn you | | | | | |  | |
138 | Though in the outward, earthly church below | | | | | |  | |
139 | If life's pleasures charm [cheer] thee [you], give them not thy [your] heart | | | | | |  | |
141 | Great Redeemer, Friend of sinners | | | | | |  | |
142 | Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger | | | | | |  | |
143 | Hail ye sighing sons of sorrow | | | | | |  | |
144 | As near to Calvary I pass | | | | | |  | |
145 | See, the eternal Judge descending | | | | | |  | |
146 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | |  | |
148 | Lo I come with joy to do | | | | | |  | |
149 | When blooming youth is [are] snatched [called] away | | | | | |  | |
140 | Lord, and am I yet alive, But [Not] in torments, not in hell | | | | | |  | |
151 | While on the verge of life I stand | | | | | |  | |
152 | O why should unbelief | | | | | |  | |
153 | How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord | | | | | |  | |
153[154] | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | |  | |
154 | Jesus, I love thy charming name | | | | | |  | |
155 | Shew me the souls to doubt expos'd | | | | | |  | |
156 | I'll sing my Saviour's grace | | | | | |  | |