# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
201 | In the land of strangers | | | | | | | |
202 | Broad is the road that leads to death | | | | | | | |
203 | Delay not, delay not, O sinner, draw near | | | | | | | |
204 | Let every mortal ear attend | | | | | | | |
205 | Will you come, will you come, with your poor broken heart | | | | | | | |
206 | "Almost persuaded" now to believe | | | | | | | |
207 | O wondrous love divine! | | | | | | | |
208 | Sinners, turn; why will ye die? | | | | | | | |
209 | Hark! the Savior's voice from heaven | | | | | | | |
210 | Come sinners to the gospel feast | | | | | | | |
211 | Why do you wait, dear brother | | | | | | | |
212 | Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling | | | | | | | |
213 | Weary souls that wander wide | | | | | | | |
214 | O do not let the Word depart | | | | | | | |
215 | Come home! come home! | | | | | | | |
216 | O turn ye, O turn ye, for why will ye die | | | | | | | |
217 | There's a wideness in God's mercy | | | | | | | |
218 | O how long will men refuse | | | | | | | |
219 | Say, where is thy refuge, poor sinner | | | | | | | |
220 | How sad it would be, if when thou didst call | | | | | | | |
221 | Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay | | | | | | | |
222 | Show pity Lord, O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
223 | O that I could repent | | | | | | | |
224 | Wherewith O Lord, shall I draw near | | | | | | | |
225 | Jesus, the sinner's Friend, to thee | | | | | | | |
226 | Come, thou Fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
227 | Art thou weary, art thou languid | | | | | | | |
228 | Pass me not, O gentle Savior | | | | | | | |
229 | Come, my fond fluttering heart | | | | | | | |
230 | Lord, I despair myself to heal | | | | | | | |
231 | How oft have I the Spirit grieved | | | | | | | |
232 | O for a glance of heavenly day | | | | | | | |
233 | Savior, in whose name I pray | | | | | | | |
234 | Lord, I hear of showers of blessing | | | | | | | |
235 | I've wandered far away from God | | | | | | | |
236 | Ah! whither should I go | | | | | | | |
237 | And can I yet delay | | | | | | | |
238 | Did Christ o'er sinners weep | | | | | | | |
239 | Just as I am, without one plea | | | | | | | |
240 | How sad our state by nature is! | | | | | | | |
241 | Light of those whose dreary dwelling | | | | | | | |
242 | By thy birth, and by thy tears | | | | | | | |
243 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me | | | | | | | |
244 | Father, I stretch my hands to thee | | | | | | | |
245 | There is a fountain filled with blood | | | | | | | |
246 | The gospel! oh, what endless charms | | | | | | | |
247 | O what amazing words of grace | | | | | | | |
248 | Of him who did salvation bring | | | | | | | |
249 | What shall I do my God to love? | | | | | | | |
250 | How great the wisdom, power, and grace | | | | | | | |
251 | Thy ceaseless, unexhausted love | | | | | | | |
252 | Happy the man that finds the grace | | | | | | | |
253 | Grace! 'tis a charming sound | | | | | | | |
254 | Salvation! O the joyful sound! | | | | | | | |
255 | From Sinai's cloud of darkness | | | | | | | |
256 | O happy day, that fixed my choice | | | | | | | |
257 | I heard the voice of Jesus say | | | | | | | |
258 | My God, my God, to thee I cry | | | | | | | |
259 | Amazing grace! how sweet the sound | | | | | | | |
260 | Lovers of pleasure more than God | | | | | | | |
261 | In hope, against all human hope | | | | | | | |
262 | A goodly formal saint | | | | | | | |
263 | In evil long I took delight | | | | | | | |
264 | Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone | | | | | | | |
265 | Let not the wise their wisdom boast | | | | | | | |
266 | And can it be that I should gain | | | | | | | |
267 | Author of faith, eternal Word | | | | | | | |
268 | I stand all bewildered with wonder | | | | | | | |
269 | Now I have found the ground wherein | | | | | | | |
270 | Though waves and storms go o'er my head | | | | | | | |
271 | Hark, my soul, it is the Lord! | | | | | | | |
272 | All my life long I had panted | | | | | | | |
273 | My hope is built on nothing less | | | | | | | |
274 | There is a spot to me more dear | | | | | | | |
275 | We have no outward righteousness | | | | | | | |
276 | How happy are they | | | | | | | |
277 | I was a wandering sheep | | | | | | | |
278 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
279 | Spirit of faith, come down | | | | | | | |
280 | Why should the children of a King | | | | | | | |
281 | Arise, my soul, arise | | | | | | | |
282 | Sovereign of all the worlds on high | | | | | | | |
283 | When shall I hear the inward voice | | | | | | | |
284 | Lord, how secure and blest are they | | | | | | | |
285 | How can a sinner know | | | | | | | |
286 | Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine! | | | | | | | |
287 | Arise, my soul, on wings sublime | | | | | | | |
288 | Ye faithful souls, who Jesus know | | | | | | | |
289 | Awake, our souls! away, our fears! | | | | | | | |
290 | Jesus, thy boundless love to me | | | | | | | |
291 | O tell me no more of this world's vain store | | | | | | | |
292 | Come, let us ascend | | | | | | | |
293 | Great God indulge my humble claim | | | | | | | |
294 | Come on, my partners in distress | | | | | | | |
295 | Savior, blessed Savior | | | | | | | |
296 | We are pilgrims looking home | | | | | | | |
297 | Children of the heavenly King | | | | | | | |
298 | I long to behold him arrayed | | | | | | | |
299 | We would see Jesus—for the shadows lengthen | | | | | | | |
300 | Thou Shepherd of Israel, and mine | | | | | | | |