# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
200 | If to Jesus for relief | | | | | | | |
201 | Sin enslaved me many years | | | | | | | |
202 | When God reveal'd his gracious name | | | | | | | |
203 | Let worldly minds the world pursue | | | | | | | |
204 | Awaked by Sinai's awful sound | | | | | | | |
205 | Tell me no more of earthly toys | | | | | | | |
206 | Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
207 | With melting heart and weeping eyes | | | | | | | |
208 | Lord, with a grieved and aching heart | | | | | | | |
209 | Alas! and did my Saviour bleed | | | | | | | |
210 | How oft, alas! this wretched heart | | | | | | | |
211 | O God of mercy! hear my call | | | | | | | |
212 | Dear Saviour! when my thoughts recall | | | | | | | |
213 | Why, O my soul, why weepest thou? | | | | | | | |
214 | The Lord will happiness divine | | | | | | | |
215 | Our Jesus is the Christian's hope | | | | | | | |
216 | God, my Supporter, and my Hope | | | | | | | |
217 | We seek a rest beyond the skies | | | | | | | |
218 | How can I sink with such a prop | | | | | | | |
219 | Give me the wings of faith to rise | | | | | | | |
220 | Ye trembling souls! dismiss your fears | | | | | | | |
221 | We travel through a barren land | | | | | | | |
222 | O God, my Sun, thy blissful rays | | | | | | | |
223 | Why sinks my weak desponding mind? | | | | | | | |
224 | On the mountain's top appearing | | | | | | | |
225 | O my soul! what means this sadness? | | | | | | | |
226 | O Lord, I would delight in thee | | | | | | | |
227 | When Jesus, with his matchless love | | | | | | | |
228 | Happy the heart where graces reign | | | | | | | |
229 | How tedious and tasteless the hours | | | | | | | |
230 | My gracious Redeemer I love | | | | | | | |
231 | Lo! what an entertaining sight | | | | | | | |
232 | And have I, Christ, no love to thee | | | | | | | |
233 | Do not I love thee, O my Lord? | | | | | | | |
234 | Permit me, Lord, to seek thy face | | | | | | | |
235 | Blest Jesus, when my soaring thoughts | | | | | | | |
236 | How sweet, how heav'nly is the sight | | | | | | | |
237 | Thou lovely source of true delight | | | | | | | |
238 | Jesus, my Lord, how rich thy grace! | | | | | | | |
239 | With eyes of faith and wings of love | | | | | | | |
240 | To thee, my Shepherd and my Lord | | | | | | | |
241 | Jesus, Lord, we look to thee | | | | | | | |
242 | O love divine, how sweet thou art! | | | | | | | |
243 | Lamb of God, we fall before thee | | | | | | | |
244 | Jesus, Source of our salvation | | | | | | | |
245 | Blest be the tie that binds | | | | | | | |
246 | I love the sons of grace | | | | | | | |
247 | Love is the fountain, whence | | | | | | | |
248 | From whence doth this union arise | | | | | | | |
249 | We are a garden walled around | | | | | | | |
250 | Jesus, thy boundless love to me | | | | | | | |
251 | Jesus, before thy face I fall | | | | | | | |
252 | Jesus is precious, saith the Word | | | | | | | |
253 | Ye humble souls complain no more | | | | | | | |
254 | See a poor sinner, gracious Lord | | | | | | | |
255 | Oh, could I find some peaceful bower | | | | | | | |
256 | O Lord! how vile am I | | | | | | | |
257 | Ye humble souls, rejoice | | | | | | | |
258 | Jesus the great, the mighty God | | | | | | | |
259 | Is there ambition in my heart? | | | | | | | |
260 | With earnest longings of the mind | | | | | | | |
261 | O Lord! my best desires fulfil | | | | | | | |
262 | And can my heart aspire so high | | | | | | | |
263 | My times of sorrow and of joy | | | | | | | |
264 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
265 | Submissive to thy will, my God | | | | | | | |
266 | Through all the downward tracks of time | | | | | | | |
267 | My God, my Father--blissful name | | | | | | | |
268 | 'Tis hard, when we are sick and poor | | | | | | | |
269 | Jesus, while our hearts are bleeding | | | | | | | |
270 | Blest are the sons of peace | | | | | | | |
271 | Come, we that love the Lord | | | | | | | |
272 | Far from the world, O Lord, I flee | | | | | | | |
273 | Hence from my soul, sad thoughts, begone | | | | | | | |
274 | Joy is a fruit that will not grow | | | | | | | |
275 | Sometimes a light surprises | | | | | | | |
276 | 'Tis religion that can give | | | | | | | |
277 | Fix my heart and eyes on thine! | | | | | | | |
278 | How happy are they Who their Saviour obey | | | | | | | |
279 | I'm not asham'd to own my Lord | | | | | | | |
280 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
281 | No more, my God, I boast no more | | | | | | | |
282 | Let me but hear my Saviour say | | | | | | | |
283 | Jesus! and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
284 | Lord, didst thou die, but not for me? | | | | | | | |
285 | My spirit looks to God alone | | | | | | | |
286 | As when the weary traveler gains | | | | | | | |
287 | Kind are the words that Jesus speaks | | | | | | | |
288 | If God is mine, then present things | | | | | | | |
289 | Dear Lord, why should I doubt thy love | | | | | | | |
290 | Begone, ye gilded vanities | | | | | | | |
291 | With joy let each afflicted saint | | | | | | | |
292 | When storm and tempest loudly howl | | | | | | | |
293 | Jesus, the glorious Head of grace | | | | | | | |
294 | Let me, thou sovereign Lord of all | | | | | | | |
295 | O for a heart to seek my God | | | | | | | |
296 | Behold the spouse oppressd with fears | | | | | | | |
297 | Saints, at your heavenly Father's word | | | | | | | |
298 | The billows swell, the winds are high | | | | | | | |
299 | Wait, my soul, upon the Lord | | | | | | | |