# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
200 | When with my mind devoutly prest | | | | | | | |
201 | Dear Savior we are thine | | | | | | | |
202 | Lord, hast thou made me know thy ways? | | | | | | | |
203 | Our heavenly Father calls | | | | | | | |
204 | My rising soul, with strong desires | | | | | | | |
205 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
206 | Let others boast their ancient line | | | | | | | |
207(206) | Sov'reign of all the worlds on high | | | | | | | |
208(207) | Afflicted saint to Christ draw near | | | | | | | |
209 | Kind are the words that Jesus speaks | | | | | | | |
210 | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
211(210) | Our hearts are fasten'd to this world | | | | | | | |
212 | While to the grave our friends are borne | | | | | | | |
213 | Sovereign of life, before thine eye | | | | | | | |
214(213) | My thoughts, that often mount the skies | | | | | | | |
215 | Death, 'tis a name with terror fraught | | | | | | | |
216(215) | How blest is our Brother*, bereft | | | | | | | |
217(216) | When blooming youth is snatch'd away | | | | | | | |
218 | Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
219 | When bending o'er the brink of life | | | | | | | |
220 | The righteous souls that take their flight | | | | | | | |
221(220) | Come, death--releas'd from dread | | | | | | | |
222(221) | With what a fix'd and peaceful mind | | | | | | | |
223 | Death! what a solemn word to all! | | | | | | | |
224(223) | Awake, my soul, nor slumbering lie | | | | | | | |
225(224) | I cannot shun the stroke of death | | | | | | | |
226(227) | When I the holy grave survey | | | | | | | |
227(226) | When death appears before my sight | | | | | | | |
228 | See the Captain of salvation | | | | | | | |
229(227) | Behold! the awful day comes on | | | | | | | |
230(229) | My waken'd soul extend thy wings | | | | | | | |
231 | Lo he comes, with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
232 | Lo! He cometh! countless trumpets | | | | | | | |
233 | He comes! he comes! the Judge severe! | | | | | | | |
234 | Day of judgment, day of wonders! | | | | | | | |
235 | Behold! the last great day is come | | | | | | | |
236 | When the fierce north-wind, with his airy forces | | | | | | | |
237 | He comes, the royal Conqueror comes! | | | | | | | |
238 | When thou my righteous Judge shalt come | | | | | | | |
239 | Hell! 'tis a word of dreadful sound | | | | | | | |
240 | And will the Judge descend? | | | | | | | |
241 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
242 | Jerusalem! my happy home | | | | | | | |
243 | Come Lord, and warm each languid heart | | | | | | | |
244 | Awake, ye saints, and raise your eyes | | | | | | | |
245 | And is salvation brought so near | | | | | | | |
246 | And is this heaven? and am I there? | | | | | | | |
247 | On Zion's glorious summit stood | | | | | | | |
248 | O for a sweet inspiring ray | | | | | | | |
249 | Earth has engross'd my love too long | | | | | | | |
250 | What a rapturous song | | | | | | | |
251 | How helpless guilty nature lies | | | | | | | |
252 | With melting heart and weeping eyes | | | | | | | |
253 | If I have never yet begun | | | | | | | |
254 | Shall sin, that cruel foe | | | | | | | |
255 | Awak'd by Sinai's awful sound | | | | | | | |
256 | Lord, we are sinners in thy sight | | | | | | | |
257 | Raise, thoughtless sinner, raise thine eye | | | | | | | |
258 | Out of the iron furnace, Lord | | | | | | | |
259 | Thy judgments, righteous God, are just | | | | | | | |
260 | If, rising from the bed of death | | | | | | | |
261 | Awak'd from sin's delusive sleep | | | | | | | |
262 | When fill'd with grief, my anxious heart | | | | | | | |
263 | Jesus, thy light impart | | | | | | | |
264 | Oh! that my load of sin were gone! | | | | | | | |
265 | Jesus, full of all compassion | | | | | | | |
266 | Gracious Lord, incline thine ear | | | | | | | |
267 | My sorrows like a flood | | | | | | | |
268 | When Joseph his brethren beheld | | | | | | | |
269 | Mercy is welcome news indeed | | | | | | | |
270 | And can my heart aspire so high | | | | | | | |
271 | My God, for I can call thee mine | | | | | | | |
272 | Why, O my soul, why weepest thou? | | | | | | | |
273 | The Lord will happiness divine | | | | | | | |
274 | Unclean! unclean! and full of sin | | | | | | | |
275 | Begone, unbelief | | | | | | | |
276 | Forgiveness, 'tis a joyful sound | | | | | | | |
277 | Arise, my soul, arise | | | | | | | |
278 | Jesus, thy saving name I bless | | | | | | | |
279 | How sweet to recline | | | | | | | |
280 | My God, what silken cords are thine! | | | | | | | |
281 | Immoveable our hope remains | | | | | | | |
282 | To God, my Savior, and my King | | | | | | | |
283 | Thee, Lord, my thankful soul would bless | | | | | | | |
284 | Let us, the sheep by Jesus nam'd | | | | | | | |
285 | The righteous Lord, supremely great | | | | | | | |
286 | Ye trembling souls, dismiss your fears | | | | | | | |
287 | Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb! | | | | | | | |
288 | O for a thousand tongues, to sing | | | | | | | |
290 | God of my life, through all its days | | | | | | | |
291 | Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell | | | | | | | |
292 | To God, who chose us in his Son | | | | | | | |
293 | Faith--'tis a precious grace | | | | | | | |
294 | Encompass'd with clouds of distress | | | | | | | |
295 | From whence this fear and unbelief? | | | | | | | |
296 | The moment a sinner believes | | | | | | | |
297 | A debtor to mercy alone | | | | | | | |
298 | Your harps, ye trembling saints | | | | | | | |
299 | Faith leads to joys beyond the sky | | | | | | | |
300 | Prostrate, dear Jesus at thy feet | | | | | | | |