# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
199 | Let earth and seas, with all the skies | | | | | | | |
200 | Most gracious Father, God of all | | | | | | | |
201 | Ye burdened souls, to Jesus come | | | | | | | |
202 | The cause that is for me too hard | | | | | | | |
203 | Once a friend of sinners dear | | | | | | | |
204 | Why, O my soul, these anxious cares | | | | | | | |
205 | Now in thy praise, eternal king | | | | | | | |
206 | O my soul, what means this sadness | | | | | | | |
207 | What think ye of Christ? is the test | | | | | | | |
208 | O Zion, afflicted with wave upon wave | | | | | | | |
209 | Lord, must thy gospel fly away | | | | | | | |
210 | Say, who is she, that looks abroad | | | | | | | |
211 | Come, let us join our friends above | | | | | | | |
212 | On Zion, his own holy mount | | | | | | | |
213 | Great Lord of all thy churches, hear | | | | | | | |
214 | How many years hath man been driven | | | | | | | |
215 | From sin's dark, thorny maze | | | | | | | |
216 | Saviour, visit Thy plantation | | | | | | | |
217 | The Lord who rules the world's affairs | | | | | | | |
218 | Thy bounties, gracious Lord | | | | | | | |
219 | How sad and awful is my state! | | | | | | | |
220 | What jarring natures dwell within | | | | | | | |
221 | When heaven does grant at certain times | | | | | | | |
222 | Strange that so much of heaven and hell | | | | | | | |
223 | Since, Lord, thy mighty grace did call | | | | | | | |
224 | Did ever one of Adam's race | | | | | | | |
225 | Hail, mighty Jesus, how divine | | | | | | | |
226 | Lord, we adore thy matchless ways | | | | | | | |
227 | As on the cross the Saviour hung | | | | | | | |
228 | A sight of Jesus, with his eyes | | | | | | | |
229 | On the brink of fi'ry ruin | | | | | | | |
230 | When with my mind divinely pressed | | | | | | | |
231 | Lord, thou hast won, at length I yield | | | | | | | |
232 | When in the cloud, with colors fair | | | | | | | |
233 | A debtor to mercy alone | | | | | | | |
234 | Far beyond all comprehension | | | | | | | |
235 | Now for a hymn of praise to God | | | | | | | |
236 | The God of Abra'm praise | | | | | | | |
237 | Look up ye saints direct your eyes | | | | | | | |
238 | Begin, my soul, th' exalted lay | | | | | | | |
239 | O by what glimmering light we view | | | | | | | |
240 | Ah little sojourner below | | | | | | | |
241 | God hath bereaved me of my child | | | | | | | |
242 | Alas how changed that lovely flower | | | | | | | |
243 | Thy life I read, my dearest Lord | | | | | | | |
244 | My Father calls me to his arms | | | | | | | |
245 | Come, O my soul, look up and see | | | | | | | |
246 | Ye fleeting charms of earth, farewell | | | | | | | |
247 | Haste that delightful, awful day | | | | | | | |
248 | I sojourn in a vale of tears | | | | | | | |
249 | How happy are the souls above | | | | | | | |
250 | Now let our drooping hearts revive | | | | | | | |
251 | When death appears before my sight | | | | | | | |
252 | Heaven has confirm'd the dread decree | | | | | | | |
253 | Behold the gloomy vale | | | | | | | |
254 | Why was I unbelieving | | | | | | | |
255 | How blest is our brother | | | | | | | |
256 | 'Tis finished, the conflict is past | | | | | | | |
257 | Every moment brings me nearer | | | | | | | |
258 | Happy soul, we now resign thee | | | | | | | |
259 | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
260 | 'Twas fixt in God's eternal mind | | | | | | | |
261 | Sovereign Ruler of the skies | | | | | | | |
262 | Why do I thus complain | | | | | | | |
263 | What hath God wrought, might Isreal say | | | | | | | |
264 | What mean these jealousies and fears | | | | | | | |
265 | Lord, didst thou die, but not for me? | | | | | | | |
266 | To God who lives and reigns on high | | | | | | | |
267 | Uncertain how the way to find | | | | | | | |
268 | Great God, in characters of flame | | | | | | | |
269 | Eternal God, I bless thy name | | | | | | | |
270 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
271 | I my Ebenezer raise | | | | | | | |
272 | Expand, my soul, arise and sing | | | | | | | |
273 | There is a period known to God | | | | | | | |
274 | How vast the benefits divine | | | | | | | |
275 | Election! 'tis a joyful sound | | | | | | | |
276 | How happy are we | | | | | | | |
277 | Sons we are, through God's election | | | | | | | |
278 | How shall I give my Ephraim up | | | | | | | |
279 | Eternal life, how sweet the sound | | | | | | | |
280 | Eternity is just at hand | | | | | | | |
281 | O thou eternal, glorious Lord | | | | | | | |
282 | Great God, to thee my evening song | | | | | | | |
283 | Glory to thee, my God, this night | | | | | | | |
284 | How much the hearts of those revive | | | | | | | |
285 | No farther go tonight, but stay | | | | | | | |
286 | O Could I speak the matchless worth | | | | | | | |
287 | Behold a sinner, dearest Lord | | | | | | | |
288 | Should famine o'er the mourning field | | | | | | | |
289 | Although the vine its fruit deny | | | | | | | |
290 | Blest is the memory of the just | | | | | | | |
291 | Rise, O my soul, pursue the path | | | | | | | |
292 | When faith presents the Saviour's death | | | | | | | |
293 | Firmly I stand on Zion's hill | | | | | | | |
294 | What mighty wonders faith has done | | | | | | | |
295 | Faith, 'tis a precious grace | | | | | | | |
296 | The moment a sinner believes | | | | | | | |
297 | Sole Sovereign of the earth and skies | | | | | | | |
298 | Where'er the Lord shall build my house | | | | | | | |