# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
801 | Come ye [you] sinners, poor and wretched [needy], Weak and wounded | | | | | | | |
802 | God is love, his mercy brightens | | | | | | | |
803 | Far from mortal cares retreating | | | | | | | |
804 | Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior | | | | | | | |
805 | Yes, for me the Saviour careth | | | | | | | |
806 | With the mouth our Lord confessing | | | | | | | |
807 | May the grace of Christ our Saviour | | | | | | | |
808 | Watchman, tell me, does the morning | | | | | | | |
809 | This is not my [a] place of resting | | | | | | | |
810 | Hear what God the Lord hath [has] spoken | | | | | | | |
811 | Come, Thou long expected Jesus [Savior], Born to set thy people free | | | | | | | |
812 | While to several paths dividing | | | | | | | |
813 | Like the sound of many waters | | | | | | | |
814 | Lo he comes with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
815 | On the mountain [mountain's] top appearing | | | | | | | |
816 | O'er the distant mountains breaking comes the reddening dawn of day | | | | | | | |
817 | Hear, O sinner, mercy hails [calls] you | | | | | | | |
818 | Praise, my soul, the King of heaven | | | | | | | |
819 | Come, thou soul transforming [enlivening] Spirit [Savior] | | | | | | | |
820 | Brightness of the Father's glory, Heaven's own light to earth come down | | | | | | | |
821 | Praise the Lord, ye heavens adore him | | | | | | | |
822 | Raise the psalm let earth adoring | | | | | | | |
823 | Sing with all the sons of glory | | | | | | | |
824 | Hark, what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
825 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
826 | Savior, like a shepherd lead us | | | | | | | |
827 | O Thou God of my salvation | | | | | | | |
828 | Look ye saints the sight is glorious | | | | | | | |
829 | Lord, dismiss us with Thy [your] blessing, Fill our | | | | | | | |
830 | I will follow thee, my Savior, wheresoe'er my lot | | | | | | | |
831 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
832 | Savior, breathe an evening blessing | | | | | | | |
833 | From the table now retiring | | | | | | | |
834 | Smitten, stricken, bruised and gory | | | | | | | |
835 | Blessed Light of holy glory | | | | | | | |
836 | Firm in Jordan's rolling current | | | | | | | |
837 | Jesus, while our hearts are bleeding | | | | | | | |
838 | God of mercy and salvation | | | | | | | |
839 | Light of those whose dreary dwelling | | | | | | | |
840 | God of endless consolation | | | | | | | |
841 | Mid death's dark and swelling billows | | | | | | | |
842 | Son of God, earth's storms are breaking | | | | | | | |
843 | Dread Jehovah, God of nations | | | | | | | |
844 | Hark, redemption's joyful story | | | | | | | |
845 | Mourning ones whose hearts are broken | | | | | | | |
846 | Now our risen Lord confessing | | | | | | | |
847 | Halting, lingering, fearing, longing | | | | | | | |
848 | Round the [thy] Lord in glory seated | | | | | | | |
849 | Savior King, in hallowed union | | | | | | | |
850 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
851 | Lord, I hear of [that] [the] showers of blessing | | | | | | | |
852 | Let thy Kingdom, blessed Savior | | | | | | | |
853 | Jesus, tender shepherd, hear us | | | | | | | |
854 | Harp, awake, awake my glory | | | | | | | |
855 | Praise the God of all creation | | | | | | | |
856 | Lift the voice and sound the trumpet | | | | | | | |
857 | Speed the rescue, souls are dying | | | | | | | |
858 | See, O see what love the Father hath bestowed | | | | | | | |
859 | Hark, I hear the angels singing | | | | | | | |
860 | Hark, the notes of angels singing | | | | | | | |
861 | As the world around was sleeping | | | | | | | |
862 | Hear what Christ the Lord hath spoken | | | | | | | |
863 | Listen to the man of sorrows | | | | | | | |
864 | Who will give the dove's bright pinions | | | | | | | |
865 | Full of trembling expectation | | | | | | | |
866 | That great day of wrath and terror | | | | | | | |
867 | Stricken, smitten and afflicted, See him dying on [Lo he dies upon] the tree | | | | | | | |
868 | O, could I speak the matchless worth | | | | | | | |
869 | O glorious hope of perfect [heavenly] love | | | | | | | |
870 | Begin, ye saints, the exalted lay | | | | | | | |
871 | O Christ of men the Life and Light | | | | | | | |
872 | Come see the place where Jesus lay, And hear the angelic | | | | | | | |
873 | Thou God of power and [thou] God of love | | | | | | | |
874 | Come on, my partners in distress | | | | | | | |
875 | O love divine, how sweet [good] thou art | | | | | | | |
876 | How happy are the little flock | | | | | | | |
877 | Salem's bright king of wondrous fame | | | | | | | |
878 | Joined in the bonds of faith and love | | | | | | | |
879 | Endue us, Lord, with heavenly power | | | | | | | |
880 | Thou Prince of glory, slain for me | | | | | | | |
881 | My heart shall bless my heavenly King | | | | | | | |
882 | Tell me no more of earthly toys | | | | | | | |
883 | Arise and shine, ye sons of light | | | | | | | |
884 | The Lord into his garden comes | | | | | | | |
885 | Thou who dost with thy people meet | | | | | | | |
886 | What sound is this salutes mine [my] ear | | | | | | | |
887 | Great is the Lord, ye people raise | | | | | | | |
888 | O Lamb of God for sinners slain I plead with thee | | | | | | | |
889 | Thou who from Olive's brow didst rise | | | | | | | |
890 | We soon shall hear the midnight cry | | | | | | | |
891 | O God, my inmost soul convert | | | | | | | |
892 | That awful day is drawing near | | | | | | | |
893 | O Thou, that hearest the prayer of faith | | | | | | | |
894 | O Savior, cast a gracious smile | | | | | | | |
895 | No room for mirth or trifling here | | | | | | | |
896 | O thou who hast our sorrows borne | | | | | | | |
897 | If death my [our] friend [friends] and me [us] divide | | | | | | | |
898 | Fear not, O little flock, the foe | | | | | | | |
899 | Come join, ye saints, with heart and voice | | | | | | | |
900 | I'll praise my Maker with my [while I've] [whilst I've] breath | | | | | | | |