# | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
101 | O the delights, the heav'nly joys | | | |  | |  | |
102 | Lord, didst thou die, but not for me? | | | |  | |  | |
103 | Far from thy fold, O God, my feet | | | |  | |  | |
104 | How sad our state by nature is! | | | |  | |  | |
105 | I send the joys of earth away | | | |  | |  | |
106 | By various maxims, forms, and rules | | | |  | |  | |
107 | Sing to the Lord, who loud proclaims | | | |  | |  | |
108 | In vain would boasting reason find | | | |  | |  | |
109 | Grace! 'tis a charming sound! | | | |  | |  | |
110 | Self rightous souls on works rely | | | |  | |  | |
111 | Not all the blood of beasts | | | |  | |  | |
112 | Enslav'd by sin, and bound in chains | | | |  | |  | |
113 | Hail! my ever blessed Jesus | | | |  | |  | |
114 | Awake, my soul, in joyful lays | | | |  | |  | |
115 | My hope, my all, my Savior thou | | | |  | |  | |
116 | Infinite grace! and can it be | | | |  | |  | |
117 | Where shall the tribes of Adam find | | | |  | |  | |
118 | Lamb of God, we fall before thee | | | |  | |  | |
119 | Oh, for a thousand tongues to sing | | | |  | |  | |
120 | Lord, we confess our numerous faults | | | |  | |  | |
121 | Jesus, my Savior, Brother, Friend | | | |  | |  | |
122 | O thou God of my salvation | | | |  | |  | |
123 | Dearest of all the names above | | | |  | |  | |
124 | Plung'd in a gulf of dark despair | | | |  | |  | |
125 | Now begin the heav'nly theme | | | |  | |  | |
126 | How beauteous are their feet | | | |  | |  | |
127 | To our Redeemer's glorious name | | | |  | |  | |
128 | Bright source of everlasting love! | | | |  | |  | |
129 | Lord, should we leave thy hallow'd feet | |  | |  | |  | |
130 | Is there on earth a nobler name | | | |  | |  | |
131 | Eternal Spirit! we confess | | | |  | |  | |
132 | Come, gracious Spirit, heav'nly Dove | | | |  | |  | |
133 | Come, holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove | | | |  | |  | |
134 | Forever blessed be the Lord | | | |  | |  | |
135 | Sure the blest Comforter is nigh | | | |  | |  | |
136 | Amidst a world of hopes and fears | | | |  | |  | |
137 | O that the Lord would guide my ways | | | |  | |  | |
138 | Now is th' accepted time | | | |  | |  | |
139 | Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched | | | |  | |  | |
140 | What could your Redeemer do | | | |  | |  | |
141 | Let ev'ry ear attend | | | |  | |  | |
142 | Jehovah's grace, how full, how free | | | |  | |  | |
143 | What language now salutes the ear | | | |  | |  | |
144 | O what amazing words of grace | | | |  | |  | |
145 | Hark! 'tis the Savior's voice I hear | | | |  | |  | |
146 | Come hither, all ye weary souls! | | | |  | |  | |
147 | The Savior calls; let ev'ry ear | | | |  | |  | |
148 | See, from Zion's sacred mountain | | | |  | |  | |
149 | Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor | | | |  | |  | |
150 | Ye hearts with youthful vigor warm | | | |  | |  | |
151 | Amazing sight, the savior stands | | | |  | |  | |
152 | Jesus, thy blessings are not few | | | |  | |  | |
153 | Return, O wanderer, return | | | |  | |  | |
154 | Behold the wretch whose lust and wine | | | |  | |  | |
155 | Bless'd are the humble souls, who see | | | |  | |  | |
156 | Blest are the undefil'd in heart | | | |  | |  | |
157 | The man is ever blest | | | |  | |  | |
158 | Sinners, this solemn truth regard! | | | |  | |  | |
159 | Come, humble sinner, in whose breast | | | |  | |  | |
160 | Life is the time to serve the Lord | | | |  | |  | |
161 | Hasten, O sinner, to be wise | | | |  | |  | |
162 | My barns are full, my stores increase | | | |  | |  | |
163 | Come, said Jesus' sacred voice | | | |  | |  | |
164 | How vain are all things here below! | | | |  | |  | |
165 | How short and ahsty is our life! | | | |  | |  | |
166 | Man has a soul of vast desires | | | |  | |  | |
167 | The time is short! the season near | | | |  | |  | |
168 | Say, sinner, hath a voice within | | | |  | |  | |
169 | My soul, the minutes haste away | | | |  | |  | |
170 | Awake, awake, my sluggish soul | | | |  | |  | |
171 | There is a voice of sovereign grace | | | |  | |  | |
172 | Sinners! the voice of God regard | | | |  | |  | |
173 | Why will ye lavish out your years | | | |  | |  | |
174 | Ye sons of Adam, vain and young | | | |  | |  | |
175 | Come to the house of pray'r | | | |  | |  | |
176 | Lord! shed a beam of heavenly day | | | |  | |  | |
177 | Lord, I am vile, conceiv'd in sin | | | |  | |  | |
178 | Prostrate, dear Jesus! at thy feet | | | |  | |  | |
179 | God of mercy! God of grace! | | | |  | |  | |
180 | With tears of anguish I lament | | | |  | |  | |
181 | Ah, what can I, a sinner do | | | |  | |  | |
182 | My former hopes are fled | | | |  | |  | |
183 | Come, my soul, thy suit prepare | | | |  | |  | |
184 | O Lord, my God, in mercy turn | | | |  | |  | |
185 | Lord, at thy feet I prostrate fall | | | |  | |  | |
186 | With melting heart and weeping eyes | | | |  | |  | |
187 | Show pity, Lord! O Lord, forgive! | | | |  | |  | |
188 | O thou! that hear'st the sinners cry! | | | |  | |  | |
189 | My gracious, loving Lord | | | |  | |  | |
190 | Jesus, full of all compassion | | | |  | |  | |
191 | Father of mercies, God of love! | | | |  | |  | |
192 | To thee, O God! my pray'r ascends | | | |  | |  | |
193 | God, my supporter and my hope | | | |  | |  | |
194 | Lord, at thy feet in dust I lie | | | |  | |  | |
195 | To God the only wise | | | |  | |  | |
196 | O thou, whose tender mercy hears | | | |  | |  | |
197 | O when wilt thou my Savior be! | | | |  | |  | |
198 | Oppress'd with guilt, or grief, or care | | | |  | |  | |
199 | The Spirit, in our hearts | | | |  | |  | |
200 | Faith adds new charms to earthly bliss | | | |  | |  | |