# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
400 | Ye careless professors, who rest on your lees | | | | | | | |
401 | How sweet, how heavenly is the sight | | | | | | | |
402 | Let party names no more | | | | | | | |
403 | The finest flower that ever blowed | | | | | | | |
404 | Aloud we sing the wondrous grace | | | | | | | |
405 | Love divine how sweet the sound | | | | | | | |
406 | Do not I love thee, O my Lord? | | | | | | | |
407 | Thou lovely Source of true delight | | | | | | | |
408 | Hark, my soul, it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
409 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
410 | Ye mothers, who, with growing love | | | | | | | |
411 | Sovereign grace has pow'r alone | | | | | | | |
412 | Since Jesus freely did appear | | | | | | | |
413 | Kindred in Christ, for his dear sake | | | | | | | |
414 | Welcome, thou well beloved of God | | | | | | | |
415 | When sinners utter boasting words | | | | | | | |
416 | Where two or three together meet | | | | | | | |
417 | And will the great eternal God | | | | | | | |
418 | In sweet exalted strains | | | | | | | |
419 | Fain would my soul with wonder trace | | | | | | | |
420 | Lord, at thy feet in dust I lie | | | | | | | |
421 | Look up, my soul, with sweet surprise | | | | | | | |
422 | My brethren, from my heart beloved | | | | | | | |
423 | When Paul was parted from his friends | | | | | | | |
424 | Since we are called to part | | | | | | | |
425 | Bright as the sun's meridian blaze | | | | | | | |
426 | Exert thy power, thy rights maintain | | | | | | | |
427 | Thy people, Lord, who trust thy word | | | | | | | |
428 | Behold th' expected time draw near | | | | | | | |
429 | Proud Babylon yet waits her doom | | | | | | | |
430 | Go, favor'd Britons, and proclaim | | | | | | | |
431 | Indulgent God, to thee we pray | | | | | | | |
432 | Lord, when we cast our eyes abroad | | | | | | | |
433 | Father, is not thy promise pledg'd | | | | | | | |
434 | Great God, the nations of the earth | | | | | | | |
435 | Lord, send thy word, and let it fly | | | | | | | |
436 | Ye messengers of Christ | | | | | | | |
437 | O'er the gloomy hills of darkness | | | | | | | |
438 | Behold the sun adorns the sky | | | | | | | |
439 | God of my life, my morning song | | | | | | | |
440 | See how the rising sun | | | | | | | |
441 | Once more my eyes behold the day | | | | | | | |
442 | Why, mourning soul, why flow these tears | | | | | | | |
443 | When Syria's leprous chief | | | | | | | |
444 | Turn again, my daughters, turn | | | | | | | |
445 | On Britain long a favored isle | | | | | | | |
446 | While justice waves her vengeful hand | | | | | | | |
447 | While o'er our guilty land, O Lord | | | | | | | |
448 | Lord, how shall wretched sinners dare | | | | | | | |
449 | To thee, who reignest supreme above | | | | | | | |
450 | See, gracious Lord, before thy throne | | | | | | | |
451 | When Abraham, full of sacred awe | | | | | | | |
454 | O were my heart but formed for woe | | | | | | | |
455 | Shepherd of Israel, bend thine ear | | | | | | | |
456 | Shepherd of Isr'l, thou dost keep | | | | | | | |
457 | To thy great name, O Prince of peace | | | | | | | |
458 | With heavenly power, O Lord, defend | | | | | | | |
459 | Let Zion's watchman all awake | | | | | | | |
460 | Would you win a soul to God? | | | | | | | |
461 | 'Twas Jesus' last and great command | | | | | | | |
462 | Forgiveness! 'tis a joyful sound | | | | | | | |
463 | Lord, at thy feet I prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
464a | Come, humble sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
464b | Great God of wonders all thy ways | | | | | | | |
465 | Thus did the pious Abrah'm pray | | | | | | | |
466 | Patience! O 'tis a grace divine | | | | | | | |
467 | Gracious Lord, incline thine ear | | | | | | | |
468 | Saviour, canst Thou love a traitor? | | | | | | | |
469 | Fear not, ye little chosen flock | | | | | | | |
470 | What tender pity, love and care | | | | | | | |
471 | The intercessions of our Lord | | | | | | | |
472 | Ye humble souls complain no more | | | | | | | |
473 | Is anything too hard for God | | | | | | | |
474 | While here on earth I'm called to stay | | | | | | | |
475 | Our Father, throned in heaven, divine | | | | | | | |
476 | Prayer is appointed to convey | | | | | | | |
477 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
478 | In the dark night, when much distrest | | | | | | | |
479 | Again, indulgent Lord, return | | | | | | | |
480 | O Thou, from whom all goodness flows | | | | | | | |
481 | To thee, O Lord, my heavenly King | | | | | | | |
482 | Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat | | | | | | | |
483 | The Lord, who truly knows the heart | | | | | | | |
484 | When Hannah pressed with grief | | | | | | | |
485 | Could the creatures help or ease us | | | | | | | |
486 | Prepare me O my God to stand before thy face | | | | | | | |
487 | See how the disobedient son | | | | | | | |
488 | When to his father's fond embrace | | | | | | | |
489 | Afflicted soul, to Christ draw near | | | | | | | |
490 | How great thy mercies, Lord | | | | | | | |
491 | How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
492 | Jesus, how precious is thy name | | | | | | | |
493 | When God's own people stand in need | | | | | | | |
494 | Thy ways, O Lord, with wise design | | | | | | | |
495 | Thy way, O God! is in the sea | | | | | | | |
496 | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
497 | When all Thy mercies, O my God | | | | | | | |
498 | There's not an evil flies | | | | | | | |
499 | My God knows what I want | | | | | | | |
500 | Though troubles assail, and dangers affright | | | | | | | |