# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
99 | Thy favors, Lord, surprise our souls | | | | | | | |
100 | Blow ye the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
101 | There is a fountain filled with blood | | | | | | | |
102 | Stretched on the cross the Saviour dies | | | | | | | |
103 | Thou pitiest him who once apply'd | | | | | | | |
104 | Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay | | | | | | | |
105 | So fades the lovely, blooming flower | | | | | | | |
106 | Lord, at thy feet we sinners lie | | | | | | | |
107 | Blest be the tie that binds | | | | | | | |
108 | Let party names no more | | | | | | | |
109 | Blest Savior, by thy powerful word | | | | | | | |
110 | Through all the changing scenes of life | | | | | | | |
111 | Thee will I love, my Lord, my tower | | | | | | | |
112 | O could I find from day to day | | | | | | | |
113 | Mercy, O thou Son of David | | | | | | | |
114 | Ah who can speak the vast dismay | | | | | | | |
115 | How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
116 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
117 | I asked the Lord that I might grow | | | | | | | |
118 | O wretched souls who strive in vain | | | | | | | |
119 | One there is above all others | | | | | | | |
120 | Ho, everyone that thirsts, draw nigh | | | | | | | |
121 | Destruction's dangerous road | | | | | | | |
122 | Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye | | | | | | | |
123 | Hark! from the tombs, a doleful sound | | | | | | | |
124 | Ascend thy throne, almighty King | | | | | | | |
125 | Dead be my heart to all below | | | | | | | |
126 | While I to grief my soul gave way | | | | | | | |
127 | O Lord, our languid souls inspire | | | | | | | |
128 | Now let our souls, on wings sublime | | | | | | | |
129 | Today attend, is wisdom's voice | | | | | | | |
130 | Remember us, we pray thee, Lord | | | | | | | |
131 | Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor | | | | | | | |
132 | Oft as the bell, with solemn toll | | | | | | | |
133 | Astonished and distressed | | | | | | | |
134 | Oh! if my soul was formed for woe | | | | | | | |
135 | Earth has engrossed my love too long | | | | | | | |
136 | Return, my roving heart, return | | | | | | | |
137 | The day is past and gone | | | | | | | |
138 | Wait, O my soul, thy Maker's will | | | | | | | |
139 | Wherewith O Lord, shall I draw near | | | | | | | |
140 | Lord, I delight in thee | | | | | | | |
141 | Death, 'tis a melancholy day | | | | | | | |
142 | Good God, on what a slender thread | | | | | | | |
143 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
144 | Hence from my soul, sad thoughts, begone | | | | | | | |
145 | Is this the kind return | | | | | | | |
146 | Plunged in a gulf of dark despair | | | | | | | |
147 | Salvation, O the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
148 | How sad our state by nature is | | | | | | | |
149 | My heart, how dreadful hard it is | | | | | | | |
150 | And are we wretches yet alive | | | | | | | |
151 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
152 | How can I sink with such a prop | | | | | | | |
153 | Laden with guilt, and full of fears | | | | | | | |
154 | Love divine, all love excelling | | | | | | | |
155 | As showers on meadows newly mown | | | | | | | |
156 | Why should a living man complain | | | | | | | |
157 | Unite my roving thoughts, unite | | | | | | | |
158 | Ye hearts with youthful vigor warm | | | | | | | |
159 | On Jordan’s stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
160 | My God, my King, thy various praise | | | | | | | |
161 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
162 | Sinners, the voice of God regard | | | | | | | |
163 | Where is my God? does he retire | | | | | | | |
164 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
165 | This wretched heart will still backslide | | | | | | | |
166 | Eternal life, how sweet the sound | | | | | | | |
167 | Lo on a narrow neck of land | | | | | | | |
168 | The Lord, who truly knows the heart | | | | | | | |
169 | The king of heaven his table spreads | | | | | | | |
170 | Ye sin sick souls draw near | | | | | | | |
171 | When Jesus dwelt in mortal clay | | | | | | | |
172 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
173 | Ye humble souls, approach your God | | | | | | | |
174 | Come sinners, you whose hardened hearts | | | | | | | |
175 | Jesus, my Lord, my soul's delight | | | | | | | |
176 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
177 | When sins and fears prevailing rise | | | | | | | |
178 | Jesus is all I wish or want | | | | | | | |
179 | Thou only Sovereign of my heart | | | | | | | |
180 | Let every mortal ear attend | | | | | | | |
181 | Now shall my inward joys arise | | | | | | | |
182 | In all my Lord's appointed ways | | | | | | | |
183 | Now in thy praise, eternal king | | | | | | | |
184 | Great Lord of all thy churches, hear | | | | | | | |
185 | Firm as the earth thy gospel stands | | | | | | | |
186 | Give me the wings of faith to rise | | | | | | | |
187 | Dearest of all the names above | | | | | | | |
188 | Broad is the road that leads to death | | | | | | | |
189 | How condescending, and how kind | | | | | | | |
190 | How sweet and awful is the place | | | | | | | |
191 | Keep silence, all created things | | | | | | | |
192 | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
193 | Forgiveness! 'tis a joyful sound | | | | | | | |
194 | My sorrow like a flood | | | | | | | |
195 | He lives—the great Redeemer lives | | | | | | | |
196 | My times of sorrow and of joy | | | | | | | |
197 | Alas the deep deceit and sin | | | | | | | |
198 | With tears of anguish I lament | | | | | | | |