# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
101 | Is this the kind return? | | | | | | | |
102 | Alas! and did my Saviour bleed? | | | | | | | |
103 | And can mine eyes, without a tear | | | | | | | |
104 | Did Christ o'er sinner's weep | | | | | | | |
105 | A broken heart, my God, my King | | | | | | | |
106 | O Lord, thy tender mercy hears | | | | | | | |
107 | Dear Saviour, prostrate at thy feet | | | | | | | |
108 | O thou who hear'st when sinners cry | | | | | | | |
109 | How oft, alas! this wretched heart | | | | | | | |
110 | O for a glance of heavenly day | | | | | | | |
111 | Jesus, save my dying soul | | | | | | | |
112 | Sovereign Ruler, Lord of all | | | | | | | |
113 | Sweet is the friendly voice that speaks | | | | | | | |
114 | Depth of mercy!--can there be | | | | | | | |
115 | O Lord, I fall before thy face | | | | | | | |
116 | No more, my God, I boast no more | | | | | | | |
117 | Not all the blood of beasts | | | | | | | |
118 | Inscribed upon the cross we see | | | | | | | |
119 | There is a fountain filled with blood | | | | | | | |
120 | Rock of ages, cleft for me | | | | | | | |
121 | Jesus, refuge of my soul | | | | | | | |
122 | When, marshalled on the nightly plain | | | | | | | |
123 | Just as I am, without one plea | | | | | | | |
124 | Salvation is forever nigh | | | | | | | |
125 | Who can describe the joys that rise | | | | | | | |
126 | Amazing grace,--how sweet the sound | | | | | | | |
127 | O, blessed souls are they | | | | | | | |
128 | When God revealed his gracious name | | | | | | | |
129 | Salvation! O, the joyful sound! | | | | | | | |
130 | I love the Lord: he heard my cries | | | | | | | |
131 | How heavy is the night | | | | | | | |
132 | Grace! 'tis a charming sound | | | | | | | |
133 | Jesus, thy robe of righteousness | | | | | | | |
134 | How lost was my condition | | | | | | | |
135 | O, how happy are they | | | | | | | |
136 | O, happy day, that fixed my choice | | | | | | | |
137 | People of the living God | | | | | | | |
138 | Come in, thou blessed of the Lord | | | | | | | |
139 | Kindred in Christ, for his dear sake | | | | | | | |
140 | Jesus, I my cross have taken | | | | | | | |
141 | O Saviour, welcome to my heart | | | | | | | |
142 | Ye men and angels, witness now | | | | | | | |
143 | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
144 | My dear Redeemer and my Lord | | | | | | | |
145 | In duties and in sufferings too | | | | | | | |
146 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
147 | Look up to yonder world! | | | | | | | |
148 | The Saviour bids us watch and pray | | | | | | | |
149 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
150 | Our country is Immanuel's ground | | | | | | | |
151 | Awake my soul; stretch every nerve | | | | | | | |
152 | Shall we go on to sin | | | | | | | |
153 | Awake, our souls; away our fears | | | | | | | |
154 | My soul, be on thy guard | | | | | | | |
155 | Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears | | | | | | | |
156 | Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone | | | | | | | |
157 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
158 | To heaven I lift mine eyes | | | | | | | |
159 | The Lord my Shepherd is | | | | | | | |
160 | The Lord is my Shepherd; he makes me repose | | | | | | | |
161 | He lives! he lives! and sits above | | | | | | | |
162 | Hear, gracious God, my humble moan | | | | | | | |
163 | God is the refuge of his saints | | | | | | | |
164 | On God we build our sure defense | | | | | | | |
165 | How tedious and tasteless the hours | | | | | | | |
166 | Begone, unbelief; my Saviour is near | | | | | | | |
167 | Blest are the pure in heart | | | | | | | |
168 | God, my supporter and my hope | | | | | | | |
169 | Unshaken as the sacred hill | | | | | | | |
170 | Why should the children of a King | | | | | | | |
171 | When musing sorrow weeps the past | | | | | | | |
172 | Arise, my soul, my joyful powers | | | | | | | |
173 | When, overwhelmed with grief | | | | | | | |
174 | How can I sink with such a prop | | | | | | | |
175 | Know, my soul, thy full salvation | | | | | | | |
176 | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
177 | How oft have sin and Satan strove | | | | | | | |
178 | In vain I search creation o'er | | | | | | | |
179 | Not with our mortal eyes | | | | | | | |
180 | The promises I sing | | | | | | | |
181 | How charming is the place | | | | | | | |
182 | I'm not ashamed to own my Lord | | | | | | | |
183 | Come, we that love the Lord | | | | | | | |
184 | In trouble and in grief, O God | | | | | | | |
185 | Your harps, ye trembling saints | | | | | | | |
186 | Awake, my soul, in joyful lays | | | | | | | |
187 | Brethren, while we sojourn here | | | | | | | |
188 | When morning pours its golden rays | | | | | | | |
189 | Take thou no thought, O child of dust | | | | | | | |
190 | What shall I render to my God | | | | | | | |
191 | Affliction is a stormy deep | | | | | | | |
192 | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
193 | Behold, what wondrous grace | | | | | | | |
194 | When languor and disease invade | | | | | | | |
195 | Our God, how firm his promise stands | | | | | | | |
196 | Through all the changing scenes of life | | | | | | | |
197 | Dear Refuge of my weary soul | | | | | | | |
198 | O Lord, I would delight in thee | | | | | | | |
199 | How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
200 | Blest Jesus, while in mortal flesh | | | | | | | |