# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
201 | Behold a Stranger at the door! | | | | | | | |
202 | Come, children, hail the Prince of Peace! | | | | | | | |
203 | Come children, learn to fear the Lord | | | | | | | |
204 | Grace is a plant, where'er it grows | | | | | | | |
205 | Hasten, O sinner, to be wise | | | | | | | |
206 | If you will turn away from sin | | | | | | | |
207 | My heart has been too long ensnared | | | | | | | |
208 | Sinners, hear, for God hath spoken | | | | | | | |
209 | O what amazing words of grace | | | | | | | |
210 | See Israel’s gentle Shepherd stand | | | | | | | |
211 | The Saviour calls--let every ear | | | | | | | |
212 | In the soft season of thy youth | | | | | | | |
213 | Soon as I heard my Father say | | | | | | | |
214 | Ye hearts with youthful vigor warm | | | | | | | |
215 | Ye lovely tribes, in youthful bloom | | | | | | | |
216 | Ye lovely tribes of smiling youth | | | | | | | |
217 | O Jesus! delight of my soul | | | | | | | |
218 | Though God preserves me ev'ry hour | | | | | | | |
219 | Almighty God, while earth and heav'n | | | | | | | |
220 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
221 | By Jesus' pure example taught | | | | | | | |
222 | How happy is the child who hears | | | | | | | |
223 | May I resolve with all my heart | | | | | | | |
224 | Happy the child, whose tender years | | | | | | | |
225 | In the bright morn of life, when youth | | | | | | | |
226 | Now let a true ambition rise | | | | | | | |
227 | Enquire, ye children, for the way | | | | | | | |
228 | Why should we spend our youthful days | | | | | | | |
229 | Lord! I would come to thee | | | | | | | |
230 | Young children once to Jesus came | | | | | | | |
231 | What blest examples do we find | | | | | | | |
232 | Hear ye not a voice from heaven | | | | | | | |
233 | We are but young--yet we may sing | | | | | | | |
234 | King Solomon of old | | | | | | | |
235 | O 'tis a folly and a crime | | | | | | | |
236 | While life prolongs its precious light | | | | | | | |
237 | Why should I say, 'Tis yet too soon | | | | | | | |
238 | Why should I love my sport so well | | | | | | | |
239 | Say, sinner, hath a voice within | | | | | | | |
240 | Gently glides the stream of life | | | | | | | |
241 | How long sometimes a day appears! | | | | | | | |
242 | My life's a narrow span | | | | | | | |
243 | Oh, how fleeting, how deceiving | | | | | | | |
244 | See the lovely, blooming flower | | | | | | | |
245 | To-day is added to our time | | | | | | | |
246 | The grass and flow'rs which clothe the field | | | | | | | |
247 | Time is winging us away | | | | | | | |
248 | Tomorrow, Lord, is thine | | | | | | | |
249 | "The time is short!" the season near | | | | | | | |
250 | A minute, how soon it has flown! | | | | | | | |
251 | The pure and peaceful mind | | | | | | | |
252 | Quickly my days have passed away | | | | | | | |
253 | Eternity is just at hand | | | | | | | |
254 | That awful hour will soon appear | | | | | | | |
255 | The short-lived day declines in haste | | | | | | | |
256 | And am I only born to die? | | | | | | | |
257 | Come, O my soul, look up and see | | | | | | | |
258 | Lord, I confess thy sentence just | | | | | | | |
259 | Mourn not ye whose child hath found | | | | | | | |
260 | My heavenly Father! I confess | | | | | | | |
261 | Sure 'tis a serious thing to die | | | | | | | |
262 | There is a grassy bed | | | | | | | |
263 | Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep! | | | | | | | |
264 | A mourning class, a vacant seat | | | | | | | |
265 | When sickness, pain, and death | | | | | | | |
266 | Death has been here, and borne away | | | | | | | |
267 | What souls are these that venture near | | | | | | | |
268 | Thy life I read, my dearest Lord | | | | | | | |
269 | Alas! how chang'd that lovely flower | | | | | | | |
270 | When blooming youth is snatched away | | | | | | | |
271 | As, crushed by sudden storms, the rose | | | | | | | |
272 | The bosom where I oft have lain | | | | | | | |
273 | And will the Judge descend? | | | | | | | |
274 | That day of wrath, that dreadful day | | | | | | | |
275 | Heaven has confirm'd the great decree | | | | | | | |
276 | How dreadful, Lord, will be the day | | | | | | | |
277 | When rising from the bed of death | | | | | | | |
278 | A dread and solemn hour | | | | | | | |
279 | There is a dreadful hell | | | | | | | |
280 | Who can abide God's wrath, or stand | | | | | | | |
281 | Come, let us now forget our mirth | | | | | | | |
282 | Our hearts will ne'er repose | | | | | | | |
283 | There is, beyond the sky | | | | | | | |
284 | There is a land above | | | | | | | |
285 | Heaven is a place of rest from sin | | | | | | | |
286 | Arise, my soul, with rapture rise | | | | | | | |
287 | Once more my eyes behold the day | | | | | | | |
288 | Once more, my soul, the rising day | | | | | | | |
289 | Lord of my life! O may thy praise | | | | | | | |
290 | In sleep's serene oblivion laid | | | | | | | |
291 | See how the rising sun | | | | | | | |
292 | To thee let my first off'rings rise | | | | | | | |
293 | Awake, my soul! and with the sun | | | | | | | |
294 | We lift our hearts to thee | | | | | | | |
295 | Now the shades of night are gone | | | | | | | |
296 | Thou that dost my life prolong | | | | | | | |
297 | The veil of night is now withdrawn | | | | | | | |
298 | Awake, my soul, to meet the day | | | | | | | |
299 | Through all the dangers of the night | | | | | | | |
300 | The morning breaks; my voice I raise | | | | | | | |