# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
101 | Hark, what cry arrests my ear | | | | | | | |
102 | Fly, thou heavenly gospel message | | | | | | | |
103 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
104 | Yes, my native land, I love thee | | | | | | | |
105 | Blow ye the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
106 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
107 | Hail, sweetest, dearest, tie that binds | | | | | | | |
108 | Be thy kingdom, Lord, promoted | | | | | | | |
109 | Friends, for whom a Savior died | | | | | | | |
110 | While Jesus dwelt on earth below | | | | | | | |
111 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
112 | Hail, God the Father, heavenly light | | | | | | | |
113 | Blest be the [that] dear uniting love | | | | | | | |
114 | Mid [midst] scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
115 | Hark, listen to the trumpeters They sound for volunteers | | | | | | | |
116 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
117 | Arise and shine, O Zion fair | | | | | | | |
118 | Mercy, O thou Son of David | | | | | | | |
119 | Called to a sense of duty | | | | | | | |
120 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
121 | Stop, poor sinner [sinners], stop and think | | | | | | | |
122 | While with ceaseless course, the sun | | | | | | | |
123 | Sinners, turn, why will ye die? | | | | | | | |
124 | Blessed Savior, callest [called] thou me | | | | | | | |
125 | See, the eternal Judge descending | | | | | | | |
126 | Awake, my soul, in [to] joyful [joyous] lays | | | | | | | |
127 | Come, let us use the grace divine, And all with one accord | | | | | | | |
128 | O careless sinner come | | | | | | | |
129 | Lord, when together here we meet | | | | | | | |
130 | Hail, thou once despised Jesus | | | | | | | |
131 | A charge to keep I have, A God to glorify | | | | | | | |
132 | Millions there are on heathen ground | | | | | | | |
133 | O for that tenderness of heart | | | | | | | |
134 | When sorrows encompass around | | | | | | | |
135 | Guide me, oh thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
136 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
137 | How can I sleep when angels sing | | | | | | | |
138 | Let every mortal ear attend | | | | | | | |
139 | Farewell, vain world, I bid adieu | | | | | | | |
140 | When shall we all meet again? | | | | | | | |
141 | The people called Christians | | | | | | | |
142 | My Christian friends in bonds of love, whose hearts | | | | | | | |
143 | Away my doubts, be gone my fear | | | | | | | |
144 | Come saints and banish every fear | | | | | | | |
145 | Hark, my gay friends, to a melancholy sound | | | | | | | |
146 | When for the eternal world I steer | | | | | | | |
147 | O tell me where the dove is flown | | | | | | | |
148 | Ye burdened souls, to Jesus come | | | | | | | |
149 | Children of the heavenly king as we journey | | | | | | | |
150 | Sinner, hear the Savior call | | | | | | | |
151 | Religion is a most glorious treasure | | | | | | | |
152 | I call to my remembrance | | | | | | | |
153 | Will you come to the cross I have died on for you | | | | | | | |
154 | A little while longer here below | | | | | | | |
155 | We're trav'ling home to heaven above | | | | | | | |
156 | O stagger not through unbelief | | | | | | | |
157 | A poor wayfaring man of grief Hath often crossed | | | | | | | |
158 | Rouse ye at the Saviour's call! | | | | | | | |
159 | Come, brothers, will you go along with me | | | | | | | |
160 | O [Sweet] land for [of] rest for thee I sigh | | | | | | | |
161 | This night my soul has caught new fire | | | | | | | |
162 | Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high | | | | | | | |
163 | Together let us sweetly live | | | | | | | |
164 | What is this that steals upon my frame | | | | | | | |
165 | Where is now a righteous Noah | | | | | | | |
166 | How happy is the man who has [hath] chosen wisdom's ways | | | | | | | |
167 | When converst first begin to sing | | | | | | | |
168 | When Joseph his brethren beheld | | | | | | | |
169 | Afflictions, though they seem severe | | | | | | | |
170 | Will you go sinner, go | | | | | | | |
171 | Hearken ye sprightly and attend ye gay [vain] ones | | | | | | | |
172 | While nature was smiling in stillness to rest | | | | | | | |
173 | Low down in this beautiful valley | | | | | | | |
174 | Parents and children there may part | | | | | | | |
175 | Hail, heavenly love, that first began | | | | | | | |
176 | This morning most sweetly the gales are a blowing | | | | | | | |
177 | There is an hour divinely blest [blessed] | | | | | | | |
178 | With love of pity I look round | | | | | | | |
179 | The glorious light of Zion is spreading far and wide | | | | | | | |
180 | Come, ye converts, come and welcome | | | | | | | |
181 | Prayer is [was] appointed to convey | | | | | | | |
182 | What ship is this that is now sailing by | | | | | | | |
183 | As near to Calvary I pass | | | | | | | |
184 | Let thy Kingdom, blessed Savior | | | | | | | |
185 | As Jacob on his journey went | | | | | | | |
186 | Why, O my soul, why weepest thou | | | | | | | |
187 | Far from me be grief and sadness | | | | | | | |
188 | Man in his first creation | | | | | | | |
189 | Like a ship, see the church | | | | | | | |