# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
201 | My soul's full of glory | | | | | | | |
202 | Come brethren and sisters | | | | | | | |
203 | Come brethren and sisters | | | | | | | |
204 | Amazing grace, how sweet the sound | | | | | | | |
205 | Hark! my soul--it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
206 | Oh, come my heart, and let us take | | | | | | | |
207 | Drooping souls, no longer grieve | | | | | | | |
208 | Delay not--delay not | | | | | | | |
209 | Hearts of stone, relent, relent! | | | | | | | |
210[211] | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
211[192] | Camp meetings, with thy presence crown | | | | | | | |
212 | Though in the outward church below | | | | | | | |
213 | Hear the joyful proclamation | | | | | | | |
214 | I love the holy Son of God | | | | | | | |
215 | When for eternal worlds we steer | | | | | | | |
216 | 'Tis low down in the beautiful valley | | | | | | | |
217 | Once more, welcome dearest friends | | | | | | | |
218 | Behold a stranger at the door | | | | | | | |
219 | Some cast their every care | | | | | | | |
220 | Inspirer of secret devotion | | | | | | | |
221 | Come, ye disconsolate | | | | | | | |
222 | Ye angelic messengers bright | | | | | | | |
223[222] | In evil long I took delight | | | | | | | |
224[223] | Saw ye my Saviour | | | | | | | |
225[224] | The Son of Man they did betray | | | | | | | |
226[225] | The whirlwind pass'd by | | | | | | | |
227[226] | How painfully pleasing the fond recollection | | | | | | | |
228[227] | Father, Son, and Holy Ghost | | | | | | | |
229[228] | I would not live alway; I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
230[229] | They have gone to the land | | | | | | | |
231[230] | Hail the blest morn when the great Mediator | | | | | | | |
232[231] | Away, my unbelieving fear | | | | | | | |
233[232] | I'm not ashamed to own my Lord | | | | | | | |
234[233] | Farewell, my dear brethren | | | | | | | |
235[234] | Stop, poor sinner! stop and think | | | | | | | |
236[235] | A people, called Christians | | | | | | | |
237[236] | Come, my dear brethren, for awhile | | | | | | | |
238[237] | Awaked by Sinai's awful sound | | | | | | | |
239[238] | Prayer, its way to God can find | | | | | | | |
240[239] | Jesus, I my cross have taken | | | | | | | |
241[240] | Young people all attention give | | | | | | | |
242[241] | Away my doubts, begone my fears | | | | | | | |
243[242] | O for a breeze of heavenly love | | | | | | | |
244[243] | The Christians of old united in one | | | | | | | |
245[244] | Awake! O guilty world awake! | | | | | | | |
246[245] | To-day, if you will hear his voice | | | | | | | |
247[246] | "Mercy, O thou son of David!" | | | | | | | |
248[247] | There is a land of pleasure | | | | | | | |
249[248] | The Lord into his garden come | | | | | | | |
250[249] | This world is all a fleeting show | | | | | | | |
251[250] | Sovereign grace has power alone | | | | | | | |
252[251] | Come, ye that love my Lord and Master | | | | | | | |
253[252] | Ye carnal professors, Who rest on your lees | | | | | | | |
254[253] | Exceeding sorrowful even to death | | | | | | | |
255[254] | Burst, ye emerald gates, and bring | | | | | | | |
256[255] | When shall we all meet again? | | | | | | | |
257[256] | Come, friends and relations, let's join heart and hand | | | | | | | |
258[257] | To see his harp--once tuneful harp | | | | | | | |
259[258] | Lord of universal nature | | | | | | | |
260[259] | Come listening angels, assist me to sing | | | | | | | |
261[260] | Old people, will you still despise | | | | | | | |
262[261] | O God of all grace, thy goodness we praise | | | | | | | |
263[262] | 'Tis built on a rock, and the tempest may rave | | | | | | | |
264[263] | I greet lamented the death of my Savior | | | | | | | |
265[264] | The fields are all white, the harvest is near | | | | | | | |
266[265] | How precious is the name! | | | | | | | |
267[266] | Oft has my youthful mind been led | | | | | | | |
268[267] | The Chariot! the chariot! its wheels roll in fire | | | | | | | |
269[268] | What peace and what comfort, what joy, and what love | | | | | | | |
270[269] | Jesus! and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
271[270] | The voice of free grace cries escape to the mountain | | | | | | | |
272[271] | From the realms where the day, its first dawning extends | | | | | | | |
273[272] | How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |