# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
201 | Now is the accepted time | | | | | | | |
202 | In vain we lavish out our lives To gather empty wind | | | | | | | |
203 | Return, O wanderer, return [Return, return, now wanderer] | | | | | | | |
204 | Come, humble sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
205 | Sinner [sinners] turn, why will ye [you] die | | | | | | | |
206 | Sinner [sinners], O why so thoughtless grown | | | | | | | |
207 | Lord, how secure my conscience was [lay] | | | | | | | |
208 | My former hopes are dead [fled], my terror now begins | | | | | | | |
209 | Amid displays of wrath and love | | | | | | | |
210 | Almighty Father, God of grace | | | | | | | |
211 | Long have we heard the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
212 | Show pity Lord, O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
213 | Dear Jesus, when shall it be | | | | | | | |
214 | O for that tenderness of heart | | | | | | | |
215 | And are we wretches yet alive | | | | | | | |
216 | Is this the kind return | | | | | | | |
217 | With tears of anguish I lament | | | | | | | |
218 | God of mercy, God of love [grace], Hear | | | | | | | |
219 | Did Christ o'er sinners weep | | | | | | | |
220 | Dear Savior, When my thoughts recall The wonders of thy grace | | | | | | | |
221 | Depth of mercy, can there be, Mercy still reserved for me? | | | | | | | |
222 | O if my soul was [were] formed for woe | | | | | | | |
223 | Vain are the hopes the [that] sons of men | | | | | | | |
224 | Prostrate dear Jesus at thy feet | | | | | | | |
225 | Lord, I approach the [thy] mercy seat | | | | | | | |
226 | Thou Lord of all above | | | | | | | |
227 | O Thou, whose tender mercy hears | | | | | | | |
228 | Ye sons of earth, arise | | | | | | | |
229 | How oft, alas, this [our] wretched [sinful] [wicked] heart | | | | | | | |
230 | Return, my [each] roving heart, return | | | | | | | |
231 | My Savior, let me hear thy voice | | | | | | | |
232 | Faith – 'tis a precious grace | | | | | | | |
233 | Mistaken souls, that [who] dream of heaven | | | | | | | |
234 | 'Tis by the faith of joys to come | | | | | | | |
235 | Faith adds new charms to earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
236 | Here at thy cross, my dying God | | | | | | | |
237 | Happy the heart where graces reign | | | | | | | |
238 | Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews | | | | | | | |
239 | My God, the spring of all my joys | | | | | | | |
240 | My God, my life, my love, to thee, to thee I call | | | | | | | |
241 | My God, my portion, and my love, my everlasting all. | | | | | | | |
242 | Eternal Source of joys divine | | | | | | | |
243 | In vain I search creation o'er | | | | | | | |
244 | What though no buds [flowers] the fig tree bear [clothe] | | | | | | | |
245 | Behold what wondrous grace | | | | | | | |
246 | Sovereign of all the worlds on high | | | | | | | |
247 | Most gracious God, reveal Thy will concerning me | | | | | | | |
248 | My God, my Father, blissful [blessed] [cheering] name | | | | | | | |
249 | Whence do our mournful thoughts arise | | | | | | | |
250 | And art thou with us, gracious Lord | | | | | | | |
251 | O God of Bethel, by whose hand | | | | | | | |
252 | Your harps, ye [you] trembling [mourning] [tearful], saints | | | | | | | |
253 | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
254 | Grace, like an uncorrupted seed | | | | | | | |
255 | Shall we go on to sin | | | | | | | |
256 | Ye servant [servants] of the Lord, Each in his [your] office waits | | | | | | | |
257 | Since all the changing [coming] [downward] varying [various] scenes of time | | | | | | | |
258 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
259 | My God the covenant of thy love abides forever sure | | | | | | | |
260 | Didst thou, dear Saviour, suffer shame | | | | | | | |
261 | Am I an Isr'lite indeed | | | | | | | |
262 | Sweet peace of conscience, heavenly guest | | | | | | | |
263 | My drowsy powers, why sleep ye [you] so | | | | | | | |
264 | O may my heart, by grace renewed | | | | | | | |
265 | O, for a [an] heart to praise [love] my God | | | | | | | |
266 | Come gracious Lord, descend and dwell | | | | | | | |
267 | Behold the throne of grace | | | | | | | |
268 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
269 | Father of peace, and God of love | | | | | | | |
270 | Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, That saved | | | | | | | |
271 | Dear Savior we are thine, By everlasting | | | | | | | |
272 | When sins and fears prevailing rise | | | | | | | |
273 | Blest Jesus, while in mortal flesh | | | | | | | |
274 | Son of God thy blessing grant | | | | | | | |
275 | Blest be the tie that binds our hearts in Christian love | | | | | | | |
276 | How sweet and awful [holy] [sacred] is the place | | | | | | | |
277 | Blest be the [that] dear uniting love | | | | | | | |
278 | Once more before we part, O [we'll] bless the Savior's [Redeemer's] name | | | | | | | |
279 | Eternal Father, God of love, to thee our hearts | | | | | | | |
280 | Come let us join our souls to God | | | | | | | |
281 | When God revealed his gracious name | | | | | | | |
282 | Ye men and angels, witness now | | | | | | | |
283 | Awake my soul, stretch every nerve | | | | | | | |
284 | My soul be on thy [your] guard | | | | | | | |
285 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
286 | There is a house not made with [by] hands, Eternal | | | | | | | |
287 | Blest be the everlasting [eternal] God | | | | | | | |
288 | Up to the field [fields] where angels lie [sing] | | | | | | | |
289 | Come, ye [you] [we] that [who] love the Lord [Christ], And let your [our] joys | | | | | | | |
290 | Children, to your Creator, God | | | | | | | |
291 | Lord, what a wretched land is this | | | | | | | |
292 | Eternal God, our wondering souls | | | | | | | |
293 | Arise, my soul! on wings sublime | | | | | | | |
294 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
295 | My soul, come meditate the day | | | | | | | |
296 | Let death dissolve my body now | | | | | | | |
297 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
298 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
299 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
300 | Our sins, alas, how strong they be [are] | | | | | | | |