# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
200 | Hark! how the gospel trumpet sounds! | | | | | | | |
201 | Hear the royal proclamation | | | | | | | |
202 | Sound, sound the truth abroad! | | | | | | | |
203 | Rise, glorious Conqueror, rise | | | | | | | |
204 | Haste, trav'ler, haste! the night comes on | | | | | | | |
205 | Oh do not let the word depart | | | | | | | |
206 | With tearful eyes I look around | | | | | | | |
207 | To-day, if you will hear his voice | | | | | | | |
208 | Life is the time to serve the Lord | | | | | | | |
209 | Broad is the road that leads to death | | | | | | | |
210 | Come, sinners, to the gospel feast | | | | | | | |
211 | Come, weary souls with sin distressed | | | | | | | |
212 | Let every mortal ear attend | | | | | | | |
213 | How free and boundless is the grace | | | | | | | |
214 | Return, O wanderer, to thy home | | | | | | | |
215 | Return, O wanderer, now return | | | | | | | |
216 | Jesus, thou art the sinner's friend | | | | | | | |
217 | Come, humble sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
218 | Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor | | | | | | | |
219 | The King of heaven his table spreads | | | | | | | |
220 | Now is the accepted time | | | | | | | |
221 | Ye trembling captives! hear | | | | | | | |
222 | Give to the Lord thine heart | | | | | | | |
223 | To-morrow, Lord! is thine | | | | | | | |
224 | From the cross, uplifted high | | | | | | | |
225 | Go to dark Gethsemane | | | | | | | |
226 | Earth, with her ten thousand flowers | | | | | | | |
227 | Sinners, turn--why will you die? | | | | | | | |
228 | Haste, O sinner, to be wise | | | | | | | |
229 | Bleeding hearts, defiled by sin | | | | | | | |
230 | 'Tis religion that can give | | | | | | | |
231 | Come, you sinners, poor and needy | | | | | | | |
232 | Listen to the gospel, telling | | | | | | | |
233 | Sinners, will you scorn the message | | | | | | | |
234 | One there is above all others | | | | | | | |
235 | Love of God, all love excelling! | | | | | | | |
236 | We are on the ocean sailing | | | | | | | |
237 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
238 | Lamb of God! whose bleeding love | | | | | | | |
239 | Stop, poor sinner, stop and think | | | | | | | |
240 | Just as I am, without one plea | | | | | | | |
241 | Burdened with guilt, wouldst thou be blest? | | | | | | | |
242 | God calling yet! shall I not hear? | | | | | | | |
243 | We are trav'ling home to heaven above | | | | | | | |
244 | Sinner! come, 'mid thy gloom | | | | | | | |
245 | All you that are weary and sad--come! | | | | | | | |
246 | Child of sin and sorrow, Filled with dismay | | | | | | | |
247 | Sinner, go; will you go | | | | | | | |
248 | There's a region above | | | | | | | |
249 | Oh, turn you! oh, turn you, for why will you die | | | | | | | |
250 | Delay not, delay not, O sinner! draw near | | | | | | | |
251 | We are bound for the land of the pure and the holy | | | | | | | |
252 | Hark, sinner, while God from on high doth entreat thee | | | | | | | |
253 | O Savior, whose mercy, severe in its kindness | | | | | | | |
254 | Star of peace, to wand'rers weary | | | | | | | |
255 | Sinners, come, no longer wander | | | | | | | |
256 | Book of grace, and book of glory! | | | | | | | |
257 | Praise the Lord, ye saints, adore him | | | | | | | |
258 | Show pity Lord! O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
259 | Behold the blind their sight receive! | | | | | | | |
260 | Though all the world my choice deride | | | | | | | |
261 | A broken heart, my God, my King | | | | | | | |
262 | Peace, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan | | | | | | | |
263 | Oh let my trembling soul be still | | | | | | | |
264 | Did Christ o'er sinners weep | | | | | | | |
265 | Sweet is the friendly voice | | | | | | | |
266 | And can I yet delay | | | | | | | |
267 | Ah! what avails my strife | | | | | | | |
268 | Weeping soul, no longer mourn | | | | | | | |
269 | Pity, Lord! this child of clay | | | | | | | |
270 | If 'tis sweet to mingle where | | | | | | | |
271 | Ye who in his courts are found | | | | | | | |
272 | Love for all! and can it be? | | | | | | | |
273 | Weeping sinners, dry your tears | | | | | | | |
274 | Jesus, Lord, we look to thee | | | | | | | |
275 | Shepherd of thy little flock | | | | | | | |
276 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
277 | Our Savior bowed beneath the wave | STONEFIELD | | | | | | |
278 | We love thy name, we love thy laws | | | | | | | |
279 | The great Redeemer we adore | | | | | | | |
280 | Ashamed of Christ! our souls disdain | | | | | | | |
281 | In all my Lord's appointed ways | | | | | | | |
282 | Didst thou, Lord Jesus, suffer shame | | | | | | | |
283 | Repent! the voice celestial cries | | | | | | | |
284 | Buried beneath the yielding wave | | | | | | | |
285 | How happy is the Christian's state! | | | | | | | |
286 | Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound!) | | | | | | | |
287 | How happy every child of grace | | | | | | | |
288 | Mercy alone can meet my case | | | | | | | |
289 | Blest Savior! Friend divine! | | | | | | | |
290 | Saviour, thy law we love | | | | | | | |
291 | With willing hearts we tread | | | | | | | |
292 | Thy Spirit shall unite Our souls to thee, our Head | | | | | | | |
293 | Grace! 'tis a charming sound | | | | | | | |
294 | How various and how new | | | | | | | |
295 | Forgiveness! 'tis a joyful sound | | | | | | | |
296 | Soon may the last glad song arise | | | | | | | |
297 | Earth has a joy unknown in heaven | | | | | | | |
298 | Oh render thanks to God above | | | | | | | |
299 | Oh, sweetly breathe the lyres above | | | | | | | |