# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
297 | Child of sin and sorrow | | | | | | | |
298 | Souls of men, why will ye scatter | | | | | | | |
299 | Come, sinner, to the Gospel feast | | | | | | | |
300 | Around Bethesda's healing wave | | | | | | | |
301 | Health of the weak, to make them strong! | | | | | | | |
302 | That warning voice, O sinner hear! | | | | | | | |
303 | In streets and openings of the gates | | | | | | | |
304 | Ho! ye that thirst, approach the spring | | | | | | | |
305 | Ungrateful sinner! whence this scorn | | | | | | | |
306 | There's a wideness in God's mercy | | | | | | | |
307 | There is plentiful redemption | | | | | | | |
308 | How lost was my condition | | | | | | | |
309 | Now I have found a friend | | | | | | | |
310 | Trustingly, trustingly, Jesus to thee | | | | | | | |
311 | Think well how Jesus trusts himself | | | | | | | |
312 | I saw the cross of Jesus | | | | | | | |
313 | Oh peace of God, sweet peace of God | | | | | | | |
314 | O faith! thou workest miracles | | | | | | | |
315 | My Saviour, Jesus! dearest Lord! | | | | | | | |
316 | This did not once so trouble me | | | | | | | |
317 | I fear thee, O thou living God! | | | | | | | |
318 | How strong the thought of God attracts | | | | | | | |
319 | The thought of God, above, below | | | | | | | |
320 | In pulses deep of three-fold love | | | | | | | |
321 | Let heaven arise, let earth appear | | | | | | | |
322 | There's not a tint that paints the rose | | | | | | | |
323 | God is love; his mercy brightens | | | | | | | |
324 | Lord, thy glory fills the heaven | | | | | | | |
325 | How high thou art! Our songs can own | | | | | | | |
326 | Oh God! thy power is wonderful | | | | | | | |
327 | Amidst the mighty, where he is | | | | | | | |
328 | Father! thy power is merciful | | | | | | | |
329 | I worship thee, sweet Will of God! | | | | | | | |
330 | I wish to have no wishes left | | | | | | | |
331 | Ah! God is other than we think | | | | | | | |
332 | Calm, on the listening ear of night | | | | | | | |
333 | Listen to the gospel, telling | | | | | | | |
334 | A pilgrim thro' this lonely world | | | | | | | |
335 | Oh, my dear Saviour, when thy cares | | | | | | | |
336 | Jesus wept! those tears are over | | | | | | | |
337 | Our Lord is risen from the dead | | | | | | | |
338 | Burst, ye emerald gates, and bring | | | | | | | |
339 | Sound, sound the truth abroad! | | | | | | | |
340 | Fling out the banner! let it float | | | | | | | |
341 | Jesus is God! oh, could I now | | | | | | | |
342 | Thou God, whose thoughts are brightest light | | | | | | | |
343 | Let us awake our joys | | | | | | | |
344 | A trusting heart, a yearning eye | | | | | | | |
345 | How shalt thou bear the cross that now | | | | | | | |
346 | Ye humble souls, that seek the Lord | | | | | | | |
347 | Thou art my hiding place, O Lord | | | | | | | |
348 | With tearful eyes I look around | | | | | | | |
349 | While others crowd the house of mirth | | | | | | | |
350 | Oh how kindly hast thou led me | | | | | | | |
351 | Though faint, yet pursuing, we go on our way | | | | | | | |
352 | Angels, where'er we go, attend | | | | | | | |
353 | As flows the rapid river | | | | | | | |
354 | Harp, awake! tell out the story | | | | | | | |
355 | Tell me not, in mournful numbers | | | | | | | |
356 | O Lord! I live always in pain | | | | | | | |
357 | Years fly, O Lord! and every year | | | | | | | |
358 | To fear is harder than to weep | | | | | | | |
359 | Granted is the Saviour's prayer | | | | | | | |
360 | Come to the house of prayer | | | | | | | |
361 | Ah, dearest Lord! I can not pray | | | | | | | |
362 | Here cares and angry passions cease | | | | | | | |
363 | Far from the world, O Lord, I flee | | | | | | | |
364 | Behold the throne of grace! | | | | | | | |
365 | Come, let us to the Lord, our God | | | | | | | |
366 | Attend and mark the solemn fast | | | | | | | |
367 | They talked of Jesus, as they went | | | | | | | |
368 | Abide with me! Fast falls the eventide | | | | | | | |
369 | O thou from whom all goodness flows | | | | | | | |
370 | Now that the sun is beaming bright | | | | | | | |
371 | Shine on our souls, eternal God | | | | | | | |
372 | Gracious Jesus, Lord most dear | | | | | | | |
373 | The bird let loose in eastern skies | | | | | | | |
374 | Day by day the manna fell | | | | | | | |
375 | Dear is the hallowed morn to me | | | | | | | |
376 | Lo! it dawns the Sabbath morning | | | | | | | |
377 | This is the day the first ripe sheaf | | | | | | | |
378 | For the mercies of the day | | | | | | | |
379 | Sing to the Lord, our might | | | | | | | |
380 | Planted in Christ, the living vine | | | | | | | |
381 | Oh, sweetest, dearest tie! that binds | | | | | | | |
382 | How hard it seems to work for God | | | | | | | |
383 | Onward, Christian, tho' the region | | | | | | | |
384 | Cheek grow pale, but heart be vigorous | | | | | | | |
385 | O where are kings and empires now | | | | | | | |
386 | The perfect world, by Adam trod | | | | | | | |
387 | Faith, Hope, and Charity, these three | | | | | | | |
388 | Though perfect eloquence adorned | | | | | | | |
389 | He that goeth forth with weeping | | | | | | | |
390 | Oh be not faithless! with the morn | | | | | | | |
391 | O what stupendous mercy shines | | | | | | | |
392 | Hark how Christ's sweet and tender care | | | | | | | |
393 | Teach me, my God and King | | | | | | | |
394 | Speak gently--it is better far | | | | | | | |
395 | Yes, they have caught the way of God | | | | | | | |
396 | Scorn not the slightest word or deed | | | | | | | |