# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
101 | Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove | | | | | | | |
102 | Come, Holy Spirit, come! | | | | | | | |
103 | Keep silence, all created things | | | | | | | |
104 | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
105 | Wait, O my soul, thy Maker's will! | | | | | | | |
106 | Though troubles assail, and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
107 | O Lord, Thy mercy, my sure hope | | | | | | | |
108 | Sin, like a venomous disease | | | | | | | |
109 | God in the gospel of His Son | | | | | | | |
110 | What shall the dying sinner do | | | | | | | |
111 | Salvation! O melodious sound | | | | | | | |
112 | The voice of free grace cries, Escape to the mountain | | | | | | | |
113 | Behold, the morning sun | | | | | | | |
114 | Salvation is for ever nigh | | | | | | | |
115 | Come, ye weary, heavy laden | | | | | | | |
116 | Oh! what amazing words of grace | | | | | | | |
117 | Behold a stranger at the door! | | | | | | | |
118 | Say, sinner, hath a voice within | | | | | | | |
119 | Return, O wanderer, return | | | | | | | |
120 | The Spirit in our hearts | | | | | | | |
121 | Hasten, sinner, to be wise | | | | | | | |
122 | Destruction's dangerous road | | | | | | | |
123 | What is the thing of greatest price | | | | | | | |
124 | While life prolongs its precious light | | | | | | | |
125 | Sinner, oh why so thoughtless grown? | | | | | | | |
126 | Broad is the road that leads to death | | | | | | | |
127 | No more, my God, I boast no more | | | | | | | |
128 | Is this the kind return | | | | | | | |
129 | How sad our state by nature is! | | | | | | | |
130 | Jesus, full of all compassion | | | | | | | |
131 | Can aught beneath a power divine | | | | | | | |
132 | O Thou, whose tender mercy hears | | | | | | | |
133 | Where shall a wretched sinner flee | | | | | | | |
134 | Alas! and did my Saviour bleed | | | | | | | |
135 | Weary of struggling with my pain | | | | | | | |
136 | Welcome, welcome, dear Redeemer | | | | | | | |
137 | Did Christ o'er sinner's weep? | | | | | | | |
138 | Show pity, Lord! O Lord! forgive | | | | | | | |
139 | Great God, create my heart anew | | | | | | | |
140 | A broken heart, my God, my King | | | | | | | |
141 | O Thou, from whom all goodness flows | | | | | | | |
142 | When, gracious Lord, when shall it be | | | | | | | |
143 | Who can describe the joys that rise | | | | | | | |
144 | I send the joys of earth away | | | | | | | |
145 | Jesus, Thou art the sinner's Friend | | | | | | | |
146 | I saw one hanging on a tree | | | | | | | |
147 | Come, my Redeemer, come | | | | | | | |
148 | Hail, my ever blessed Jesus | | | | | | | |
149 | People of the living God! | | | | | | | |
150 | Jesus, I my cross have taken | | | | | | | |
151 | Jesus! and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
152 | Thou only Sovereign of my heart | | | | | | | |
153 | When God revealed His gracious name | | | | | | | |
154 | 'Twixt Jesus and the chosen race | | | | | | | |
155 | The man is ever blessed | | | | | | | |
156 | Grace! 'tis a charming sound | | | | | | | |
157 | Amazing grace! how sweet the sound | | | | | | | |
158 | All that I was--my sin, my guilt | | | | | | | |
159 | Heirs of unending life | | | | | | | |
160 | Behold what wondrous grace | | | | | | | |
161 | Lord, Thy imputed righteousness | | | | | | | |
162 | Blessed is the man, for ever blessed | | | | | | | |
163 | Who shall the Lord's elect condemn? | | | | | | | |
164 | How vast the benefits divine | | | | | | | |
165 | How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
166 | God's own promise standeth sure | | | | | | | |
167 | I'm not ashamed to own my Lord | | | | | | | |
168 | My God, the steps of pious men | | | | | | | |
169 | With all the powers of heart and tongue | | | | | | | |
170 | Yes, I am Thine, immortal God | | | | | | | |
171 | A debtor to mercy alone | | | | | | | |
172 | Come, thou Fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
173 | Now begin the heavenly theme | | | | | | | |
174 | Jesus, lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
175 | O my soul, what means this sadness | | | | | | | |
176 | Jesus, our souls' delightful choice | | | | | | | |
177 | Your harps, ye trembling saints | | | | | | | |
178 | How tender is Thy hand | | | | | | | |
179 | Thus far my God has led me on | | | | | | | |
180 | Mine eyes and my desire | | | | | | | |
181 | Through all the changing scenes of life | | | | | | | |
182 | My soul lies cleaving to the dust | | | | | | | |
183 | I heard the voice of Jesus say | | | | | | | |
184 | Long have I sat beneath the sound | | | | | | | |
185 | To whom, my Saviour, shall I go | | | | | | | |
186 | Jesus, Thy boundless love to me | | | | | | | |
187 | How fast their guilt and sorrows rise | | | | | | | |
188 | O love divine, how sweet thou art! | | | | | | | |
189 | Do not I love Thee, O my Lord? | | | | | | | |
190 | Hark, my soul, it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
191 | Not with our mortal eyes | | | | | | | |
192 | Blessed be the tie that binds | | | | | | | |
193 | Come, let us join our friends above | | | | | | | |
194 | How vain are all things here below | | | | | | | |
195 | Let thoughtless thousands choose the road | | | | | | | |
196 | Faith! 'tis a precious grace | | | | | | | |
197 | Faith adds new charms to earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
198 | 'Tis by the faith of joys to come | | | | | | | |
199 | I lay my sins on Jesus | | | | | | | |
200 | Give me the wings of faith, to rise | | | | | | | |