# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
201 | Throughout our Savior's life we trace | | | | | | | |
202 | The Lord into his garden comes | | | | | | | |
203 | The voice of free grace cries escape | | | | | | | |
204 | The fields, they are white, and the harvest is near | | | | | | | |
205 | The great tremendous day's approaching | | | | | | | |
206 | Through tribulation [tribulations] deep | | | | | | | |
207 | Thou hast me, Lord, a soldier made | | | | | | | |
208 | The Son of Man they did betray | | | | | | | |
209 | There fell from God's favor two exiles [rebels in] of [from] Eden | | | | | | | |
210 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
211 | Waked by the gospel's powerful [joyful] sound | | | | | | | |
212 | Whene'er I look into thy word | | | | | | | |
213 | What think you [ye], my friends, of the preaching of John | | | | | | | |
214 | What think ye [you] of Christ, is the test | | | | | | | |
215 | We're on our journey home | | | | | | | |
216 | What sound is this salutes mine [my] ear | | | | | | | |
217 | With pleasure [we] behold that [the] city of gold | | | | | | | |
218 | When weeping Mary came to seek | | | | | | | |
219 | Why stand you here idle, my friends, all the day | | | | | | | |
220 | Young people, all, attention give | | | | | | | |
221a | Ye sons of the main, ye that [who] sail o'er the flood | | | | | | | |
221b | Is there anybody here that seeks salvation | | | | | | | |
222 | O that poor sinners did but know | | | | | | | |
223 | When Joseph his brethren beheld | | | | | | | |
224 | Our souls by love together knit | | | | | | | |
225 | Hosanna to Jesus, I'm fill'd with his praises | | | | | | | |
226 | Oh! hearken sinners, we have come | | | | | | | |
227 | Rejoice my friend, the Lord is King | | | | | | | |
228 | How charming, O! how charming | | | | | | | |
229 | Time, time, how few thy value weigh! | | | | | | | |
230 | Come, let us join our cheerful songs | | | | | | | |
231 | The traitor comes, with ruffian crew | | | | | | | |
232 | Bound in a malefactor's chains | | | | | | | |
233 | There is a God that reigns above | | | | | | | |
234 | Salvation! what a glorious plan | | | | | | | |
235 | Alas! by nature how deprav'd | | | | | | | |
236 | Blow ye the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
237 | Now begin the heavenly theme | | | | | | | |
238 | The fountain of Christ, Lord, help us to sing | | | | | | | |
239 | Hail! mighty Jesus; how divine | | | | | | | |
240 | Prostrate, dear Jesus, at thy feet | | | | | | | |
241 | Hark, the glad sound, the Saviour comes | | | | | | | |
242 | Rejoice, the Lord is king | | | | | | | |
243 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
244 | Deep are the wounds which sin hath made | | | | | | | |
245 | Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
246 | Glory to God on high! | | | | | | | |
247 | World adieu! thou real cheat | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal has not been proofed - data may be incomplete or incorrect]