# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
401 | Let worldly men, from shore to shore | | | | | | | |
402 | Lord, I have made thy word my choice | | | | | | | |
403 | Behold the morning sun | | | | | | | |
404 | God, in the gospel of his Son | | | | | | | |
405 | The Lord on high proclaims | | | | | | | |
406 | How sweetly flowed the gospel sound | | | | | | | |
407 | Blow ye the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
408 | Blest are the souls that hear and know | | | | | | | |
409 | This is the word of truth and love | | | | | | | |
410 | O, what amazing words of grace | | | | | | | |
411 | Christ and his cross are all our theme | | | | | | | |
412 | The Lord Jehovah calls | | | | | | | |
413 | Come, saith Jesus' sacred voice | | | | | | | |
414 | Wanderer from God, return, return | | | | | | | |
415 | Ye who in his courts are found | | | | | | | |
416 | Come ye sinners, poor and wretched | | | | | | | |
417 | Come hither, all ye weary souls | | | | | | | |
418 | Come, sinner, to the gospel feast | | | | | | | |
419 | Peace, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan | | | | | | | |
420 | Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor | | | | | | | |
421 | Come, weary souls, with sin distressed | | | | | | | |
422 | Let every mortal ear attend | | | | | | | |
423 | The Saviour calls; let every ear | | | | | | | |
424 | The King of heaven his table spreads | | | | | | | |
425 | Come, let us join our souls to God | | | | | | | |
426 | From the cross uplifted high | | | | | | | |
427 | Weary sinner, keep thine eyes | | | | | | | |
428 | Jesus, thy blessings are not few | | | | | | | |
429 | Weeping sinners, dry your tears | | | | | | | |
430 | Ye trembling captives, hear | | | | | | | |
431 | The Spirit, in our hearts | | | | | | | |
432 | Ye sons of earth, arise | | | | | | | |
433 | Come, weary sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
434 | Amazing sight! the Saviour stands | | | | | | | |
435 | Now is th'accepted time | | | | | | | |
436 | Now is the day of grace | | | | | | | |
437 | Why will ye waste on trifling cares | | | | | | | |
438 | Delay not, delay not; O sinner, draw near | | | | | | | |
439 | Hear, O sinner, Mercy hails you | | | | | | | |
440 | Ye sinners, fear the Lord | | | | | | | |
441 | Haste, O sinner; now be wise | | | | | | | |
442 | And canst thou, sinner, slight | | | | | | | |
443 | All yesterday is gone | | | | | | | |
444 | Sinner, what has earth to show | | | | | | | |
445 | The swift-declining day | | | | | | | |
446 | My son, know thou the Lord | | | | | | | |
447 | Sinner, the voice of God regard | | | | | | | |
448 | Sinners, turn; why will ye die? | | | | | | | |
449 | Sinners, will you scorn the message | | | | | | | |
450 | O, sinner, why so thoughtless grown? | | | | | | | |
451 | While life prolongs its precious light | | | | | | | |
452 | "Repent!" the voice celestial cries | | | | | | | |
453 | To-day the Saviour calls | | | | | | | |
454 | Hark, sinner, while God from on high doth entreat thee | | | | | | | |
455 | When thy mortal life is fled | | | | | | | |
456 | See, in the vineyard of the Lord | | | | | | | |
457 | Sinner, rouse thee from thy sleep | | | | | | | |
458 | See how the fruitless fig-tree stands | | | | | | | |
459 | When, rising from the bed of death | | | | | | | |
460 | As o'er the past my memory strays | | | | | | | |
461 | Dear Saviour, when my thoughts recall | | | | | | | |
462 | God of mercy, God of love | | | | | | | |
463 | And can mine eyes, without a tear | | | | | | | |
464 | Ah, how shall fallen man | | | | | | | |
465 | Like Israel, Lord, am I | | | | | | | |
466 | With guilt oppressed, bowed down with sin | | | | | | | |
467 | O thou who hear'st when sinners cry | | | | | | | |
468 | A broken heart, my God, my King | | | | | | | |
469 | In evil long I took delight | | | | | | | |
470 | O Lord, I fall before thy face | | | | | | | |
471 | Did Christ o'er sinners weep | | | | | | | |
472 | Alas! and did my Saviour bleed? | | | | | | | |
473 | With tears of anguish I lament | | | | | | | |
474 | Dear Saviour, prostrate at thy feet | | | | | | | |
475 | Lord, with a grieved and aching heart | | | | | | | |
476 | Depth of mercy!--can there be | | | | | | | |
477 | Hearts of stone, relent, relent | | | | | | | |
478 | Lord, how secure my conscience was | | | | | | | |
479 | Have mercy, Lord, on me | | | | | | | |
480 | Once more we meet to pray | | | | | | | |
481 | The long-lost son, with streaming eyes | | | | | | | |
482 | O Lord, thy tender mercy hears | | | | | | | |
483 | Thou Lord of all above | | | | | | | |
484 | Show pity Lord; O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
485 | O God of mercy, hear my call | | | | | | | |
486 | And are we, wretches, yet alive? | | | | | | | |
487 | Jesus demands this heart of mine | | | | | | | |
488 | O for that tenderness of heart | | | | | | | |
489 | Return, my wandering soul, return | | | | | | | |
490 | Return, my roving heart, return | | | | | | | |
491 | My former hopes are fled | | | | | | | |
492 | Great King of glory and of grace | | | | | | | |
493 | Sweet is the friendly voice which speaks | | | | | | | |
494 | Vain are the hopes the sons of men | | | | | | | |
495 | O, blessed souls are they | | | | | | | |
496 | While I keep silence, and conceal | | | | | | | |
497 | What shall the dying sinner do | | | | | | | |
498 | O thou, that hear'st the prayer of faith | | | | | | | |
499 | And will the Lord thus condescend | | | | | | | |
500 | How sad our state by nature is! | | | | | | | |