# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
120 | O Prodigal! come, I am waiting | | | | | | | |
121 | Can my soul find rest from sorrow | | | | | | | |
122 | Go bear the joyful tidings | | | | | | | |
123 | We're saved by the blood | | | | | | | |
124 | The dews of heaven are falling | | | | | | | |
125[198] | Mary to the Saviour's tomb | | | | | | | |
125[199] | O that my load of sin were gone | | | | | | | |
125[200] | Drooping souls, no longer mourn | | | | | | | |
125[201] | In the silent midnight watches | | | | | | | |
126a | Come, come to Jesus! | | | | | | | |
126b | Come to Jesus erring one | | | | | | | |
127[204] | They hover around us, bright angels are near | | | | | | | |
127[205] | The voice of free grace cries,--escape to the mountain | | | | | | | |
127[206] | My Saviour stands waiting, and knocks at the door | | | | | | | |
128 | Come to Jesus, precious soul | | | | | | | |
129[208] | Behold Me standing at the door | | | | | | | |
129[209] | O Heavenly Guest, Thy call I hear | | | | | | | |
129[210] | Behold a Stranger at the door! | | | | | | | |
129[211] | See Jesus standing at the door | | | | | | | |
129[212] | All night long till break of day | | | | | | | |
130 | Sinner, Sinner, give up your heart to God | | | | | | | |
131[214] | By faith I view my Saviour dying | | | | | | | |
131[215] | O! what shall I do to be saved | | | | | | | |
131[216] | Come, ye sinners, poor and needy | | | | | | | |
131[217] | Now the Saviour standeth pleading | | | | | | | |
132 | So near to the kingdom! yet what dost thou lack? | | | | | | | |
133[219] | Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay | | | | | | | |
133[220] | Awaked by Sinai's awful sound | | | | | | | |
133[221] | Broad is the road that leads to death | | | | | | | |
133[222] | Oft when the waves of passion rise | | | | | | | |
134 | Wreck'd and struggling in mid ocean | | | | | | | |
135[224] | Jesus the water of life will give | | | | | | | |
135[225] | When Thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come | | | | | | | |
135[226] | Hark those happy voices, saying | | | | | | | |
135[227] | Thro' the world we daily roam | | | | | | | |
136 | Oh, come to the Saviour, believe in His name | | | | | | | |
137[229] | O turn ye, O turn ye, for why will ye die! | | | | | | | |
137[230] | Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish | | | | | | | |
137[231] | Go and tell Jesus, weary, sin-sick soul | | | | | | | |
137[232] | There are angels hovering round | | | | | | | |
138 | "Almost persuaded" now to believe | | | | | | | |
139[233] | Where! where will be the birds that sing | | | | | | | |
139[234] | Nothing but leaves, the spirit grieves | | | | | | | |
139[235] | To-day the Saviour calls | | | | | | | |
139[236] | Return, O wand'rer, to thy home | | | | | | | |
139[237] | Hear, O sinner! mercy hails you | | | | | | | |
140 | I have longed for the bliss of pardon | | | | | | | |
141 | Art thou weary, art thou languid? | | | | | | | |
142a | I am coming to the cross | | | | | | | |
142b | In the cross of Christ I glory | | | | | | | |
143 | The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know | | | | | | | |
144 | Sweet peace in believing | | | | | | | |
145 | In the fadeless spring-time, on the heav'nly shore | | | | | | | |
146a | Lord, in this Thy mercy's day | | | | | | | |
146b | Lord, I hear of show'rs of blessing | | | | | | | |
147 | Jesus keep me near the cross | | | | | | | |
148 | 'Tis the promise of God, full salvation to give | | | | | | | |
149 | O my Saviour, hear me | | | | | | | |
150a | From the first dawn of infant life | | | | | | | |
150b | See Jesus stands with open arms | | | | | | | |
151 | I heard the voice of Jesus say | | | | | | | |
152 | I stood outside the gate | | | | | | | |
153 | There is a door that opens wide | | | | | | | |
154a | Pass me not, O gentle Saviour | | | | | | | |
154b | Saviour, Thy dying love | | | | | | | |
155 | More love to Thee, O Christ! | | | | | | | |
156 | Lord, at thy mercy-seat | | | | | | | |
157a | The cross! the cross! the bloodstained cross! | | | | | | | |
157b | Approach, my soul! the mercy-seat | | | | | | | |
158 | All my doubts I give to Jesus | | | | | | | |
159[260] | Come, Thou Fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
159[261] | "Mercy, O Thou Son of David!" | | | | | | | |
159[262] | We are coming, blessed Saviour | | | | | | | |
159[263] | Christians, I am on my journey! | | | | | | | |
160 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
161[265] | I hear the Saviour say | | | | | | | |
161[266] | I was a wandering sheep | | | | | | | |
161[267] | Must Jesus bear the cross alone | | | | | | | |
161[268] | O Thou, whose tender mercy hears | | | | | | | |
161[269] | How gentle God's commands! | | | | | | | |
162 | Love divine, all love excelling | | | | | | | |
163[271] | Just as I am--without one plea | | | | | | | |
163[272] | Oh! how happy are they | | | | | | | |
163[273] | Prostrate, dear Jesus! at Thy feet | | | | | | | |
163[274] | My hope is built on nothing less | | | | | | | |
164 | Dear Jesus, I long to be perfectly whole | | | | | | | |
165[276] | Give to the winds thy fears | | | | | | | |
165[277] | From every stormy wind that blows | | | | | | | |
165[278] | I send the joys of earth away | | | | | | | |
165[279] | Jesus! and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
165[280] | Jesus, dear, I come to Thee | | | | | | | |
166 | Jesus, we Thy lambs would be | | | | | | | |
167[283] | Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve | | | | | | | |
167[284] | Amazing grace; how sweet the sound | | | | | | | |
167[285] | What sinners value I resign | | | | | | | |
167[286] | We sing His love, who once was slain | | | | | | | |
167[287] | My faith looks up to Thee | | | | | | | |
168 | There's a gentle voice within calls away | | | | | | | |
169[289] | In the Rifted Rock I'm resting | | | | | | | |
169[290] | There is a fountain filled with blood | | | | | | | |