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301 | Ye follow'rs of the Prince of Peace | | | | | | | |
302 | In mem'ry of the Saviour's love | | | | | | | |
303 | All praise to our redeeming Lord | | | | | | | |
304 | How blest the sacred tie that binds | | | | | | | |
305 | Jesus! thy love shall we forget | | | | | | | |
306 | Let vain pursuits and vain desires | | | | | | | |
307 | A parting hymn we sing | | | | | | | |
308 | Lo! the destroying angel flies | | | | | | | |
309 | Have we no tears to shed for him | | | | | | | |
310 | Lamb of God, whose bleeding love | | | | | | | |
311 | 'Twas on that dark, that doleful night | | | | | | | |
312 | From the table now retiring | | | | | | | |
313 | How condescending, and how kind | | | | | | | |
314 | Hark! the voice of love and mercy | | | | | | | |
315 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
316 | Let party names no more | | | | | | | |
317 | Jesus, great Shepherd of the sheep | | | | | | | |
318 | Lo! what an entertaining sight | | | | | | | |
319 | The saints of earth, and those above | | | | | | | |
320 | Try us, O God, and search the ground | | | | | | | |
321 | Say, whence does this union arise | | | | | | | |
322 | Come on, my partners in distress | | | | | | | |
323 | When struggling on the bed of pain | | | | | | | |
324 | O thou whose compassionate care | | | | | | | |
325 | O, bow thine ear, eternal One | | | | | | | |
326 | O thou, whose own vast temple stands | | | | | | | |
327 | Sinners, the voice of God regard | | | | | | | |
328 | Broad is the road that leads to death | | | | | | | |
329 | I long to see the season come | | | | | | | |
330 | Come, sinners, to the gospel feast | | | | | | | |
331 | Ye dying sons of men | | | | | | | |
332 | Sinners, will you scorn the message | | | | | | | |
333 | When the harvest is past, and the summer is gone | | | | | | | |
334 | Blow ye the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
335 | Hasten, sinner to be wise! | | | | | | | |
336 | While life prolongs its precious light | | | | | | | |
337 | Let ev'ry mortal ear attend | | | | | | | |
338 | Haste, trav'ler, haste! the night comes on | | | | | | | |
339 | With tearful eyes I look around | | | | | | | |
340 | O turn ye, O turn ye, for why will ye die | | | | | | | |
341 | Come, ye sinners, poor and needy | | | | | | | |
342 | Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish | | | | | | | |
343 | Ye humble sinners, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
344 | O where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
345 | Behold a Stranger at the door! | | | | | | | |
346 | Life is the time to serve the Lord | | | | | | | |
347 | Come, take my yoke, the Saviour said | | | | | | | |
348 | Why will ye lavish out your years | | | | | | | |
349 | Hark! the jubilee is sounding | | | | | | | |
350 | Vain man, thy fond pursuits forbear | | | | | | | |
351 | There is a time, we know not when | | | | | | | |
352 | Destruction's dang'rous road | | | | | | | |
353 | Beside the gospel pool | | | | | | | |
354 | O sinner, bring not tears alone | | | | | | | |
355 | A broken heart, my God, my King | | | | | | | |
356 | O give me, Lord, my sins to mourn | | | | | | | |
357 | Heal us, Immanuel! here we stand | | | | | | | |
358 | O Lord! show pity and forgive | | | | | | | |
359 | Oh for a glance of heav'nly day | | | | | | | |
360 | O that my load of sin were gone! | | | | | | | |
361 | I would, but cannot sing | | | | | | | |
362 | Depth of mercy!--can there be | | | | | | | |
363 | Stay! thou insulted Spirit, stay! | | | | | | | |
364 | O thou, who hear'st when sinners cry! | | | | | | | |
365 | O that I knew the secret place | | | | | | | |
366 | Father, I stretch my hands to thee | | | | | | | |
367 | Is this the kind return? | | | | | | | |
368 | The winds were howling o'er the deep | | | | | | | |
369 | To thine eternal arms, O God! | | | | | | | |
370 | Behold how sinners disagree | | | | | | | |
371 | Behold the wretch, whose lust and wine | | | | | | | |
372 | O Thou, whose tender mercy hears | | | | | | | |
373 | Sin has a thousand treach'rous arts | | | | | | | |
374 | Let the wild leopards of the wood | | | | | | | |
375 | Arise, my tend'rest thoughts, arise | | | | | | | |
376 | Bless'd with the joys of innocence | | | | | | | |
377 | Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye | | | | | | | |
378 | There is a fountain fill'd with blood | | | | | | | |
379 | How sad our state by nature is! | | | | | | | |
380 | Salvation! O, the joyful sound! | | | | | | | |
381 | All hail the power of Jesus' name! | | | | | | | |
382 | Grace, 'tis a most delightful theme | | | | | | | |
383 | Plung'd in a gulf of dark despair | | | | | | | |
384 | When wounded sore, the stricken soul | | | | | | | |
385 | Like morning--when her early breeze | | | | | | | |
386 | Lord, what is man! Extremes how wide | | | | | | | |
387 | O love, beyond conception great | | | | | | | |
388 | The promises I sing | | | | | | | |
389 | Always with us, always with us | | | | | | | |
390 | Bless'd are the humble souls that see | | | | | | | |
391 | How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
392 | Our pathway oft is wet with tears | | | | | | | |
393 | Wait, my soul, upon the Lord | | | | | | | |
394 | What cheering words are these! | | | | | | | |
395 | Come descend, O heav'nly Spirit! | | | | | | | |
396 | Great was the day, the joy was great | | | | | | | |
397 | Come, Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove | | | | | | | |
398 | No track is on the sunny sky | | | | | | | |
399 | Our blest Redeemer, ere he breath'd | | | | | | | |
400 | Through thee, O Lord, we own | | | | | | | |