# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
101 | Watchman! tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
102 | Hail! sweetest, dearest tie that binds | | | | | | | |
103 | Mournfully, tenderly | | | | | | | |
104 | The morning light is breaking | | | | | | | |
105 | Rise, sun of glory, rise | | | | | | | |
106 | Who but thou, almighty Spirit | | | | | | | |
107 | How happy is the man who hears | | | | | | | |
108 | Friends, for whom a Savior died | | | | | | | |
109 | See, brothers, see? how the day rolls on | | | | | | | |
110 | There is a fountain filled with blood | | | | | | | |
111 | I'm a lonely trav'ler here | | | | | | | |
112 | This world is all a fleeting show | | | | | | | |
113 | Hark! listen to the trumpeters | | | | | | | |
114 | What sound is this salutes my ear? | | | | | | | |
115 | Arise and shine, O Zion fair | | | | | | | |
116 | Mercy, O thou son of David | | | | | | | |
117 | Call'd to a sense of duty | | | | | | | |
118 | All hail the power of Jesus' name | | | | | | | |
119 | Stop, poor sinner, stop and think | | | | | | | |
120 | I'm on my way to Canaan | | | | | | | |
121 | Go when the morning shineth | | | | | | | |
122 | Sinners, turn, why will you die? | | | | | | | |
123 | How sweet to reflect on those joys that await me | | | | | | | |
124 | See the eternal judge descending | | | | | | | |
125 | Awake, my soul, to joyful lays | | | | | | | |
126 | Come, let us use the grace divine | | | | | | | |
127 | O careless sinner, come | | | | | | | |
128 | Lord, when together here we meet | | | | | | | |
129 | Hail! thou once despised Jesus | | | | | | | |
130 | A charge to keep I have | | | | | | | |
131 | O for that tenderness of heart | | | | | | | |
132 | When sorrows encompass around | | | | | | | |
133 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
134 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
135 | How can I sleep when angels sing | | | | | | | |
136 | Let every mortal ear attend | | | | | | | |
137 | Farewell, vain world, I bid adieu | | | | | | | |
138 | When shall we all meet again | | | | | | | |
139 | The people called Christians | | | | | | | |
140 | Children of Zion! what harp notes are stealing | | | | | | | |
141 | My Christian friends in bonds of love | | | | | | | |
142 | Go worship at Immanuel's feet | | | | | | | |
143 | Away my doubts, begone my fears | | | | | | | |
144 | From all that's mortal, all that's vain | | | | | | | |
145 | Hark! the pealing, Softly stealing | | | | | | | |
146 | When for the eternal world I steer | | | | | | | |
147 | O tell me where the dove is flown | | | | | | | |
148 | Ye burden'd souls to Jesus come | | | | | | | |
149 | Children of the heavenly King | | | | | | | |
150 | I once enjoyed my Lord | | | | | | | |
151 | Must Simon bear his cross alone | | | | | | | |
152 | There is a happy land, Far, far away | | | | | | | |
153 | Will you come to the cross I have died on for you | | | | | | | |
154 | I have sought round the verdant earth | | | | | | | |
155 | We're trav'ling home to heaven above | | | | | | | |
156 | A poor wayfaring man of grief | | | | | | | |
157 | Rouse ye at the Savior's call! | | | | | | | |
158 | O land of rest, for thee I sigh | | | | | | | |
159 | Lord! in the morning thou shalt hear | | | | | | | |
160 | Together let us sweetly live | | | | | | | |
161 | What's this that steals upon my frame | | | | | | | |
162 | Where is now a righteous Noah? | | | | | | | |
163 | How happy is the man who has chosen wisdom's ways | | | | | | | |
164 | When converts first begin to sing | | | | | | | |
165 | When Joseph his brethren beheld | | | | | | | |
166 | Afflictions though they seem severe | | | | | | | |
167 | Eternity is just at hand! | | | | | | | |
168 | Hearken, ye sprightly, and attend, ye vain ones | | | | | | | |
169 | While nature was smiling in stillness to rest | | | | | | | |
170 | Low down in this beautiful valley | | | | | | | |
171 | Hail, heavenly love, that first began | | | | | | | |
172 | There is an hour divinely blest | | | | | | | |
173 | Now is the time, the accepted hour | | | | | | | |
174 | The glorious light of Zion is spreading far and wide | | | | | | | |
175 | Come, ye converts, come and welcome | | | | | | | |
176 | Prayer is appointed to convey | | | | | | | |
177 | The voice of Free Grace cries escape to the mountian | | | | | | | |
178 | As near to Calvary I pass | | | | | | | |
179 | Let thy kingdom, blessed Savior | | | | | | | |
180 | Why, O my soul, why weepest thou! | | | | | | | |
181 | We are on our journey home! | | | | | | | |
182 | Like a ship see the church, through the ocean she rolls | | | | | | | |
183 | At life's early morn | | | | | | | |
184 | How sweet in the musing of faith, to repair | | | | | | | |
185 | How lovely the place where the Savior appears | | | | | | | |
186 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
187 | Triumphant Zion! lift thy head | | | | | | | |
188 | Hear the royal proclamation | | | | | | | |
189 | O'er the gloomy hills of darkness | | | | | | | |
190 | The Lord has called--has called me by his word | | | | | | | |
191 | The Christian has a light to shine | | | | | | | |
192 | Say, brethren dear, why sleep we here | | | | | | | |
193 | Come old and come young, and hear me relate | | | | | | | |
194 | Ye heralds of the cross, go forth | | | | | | | |
195 | Though youth's delightful bloom | | | | | | | |
196 | My sins, how num'rous, Lord, they are | | | | | | | |
197 | Sister, thou wast mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
198 | Backsliders, who your misery feel | | | | | | | |
199 | Ye who know your sins forgiven | | | | | | | |
200 | The chariot! the chariot! its wheels roll in fire | | | | | | | |