# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
297 | The Lord descending from above | | | | | | | |
298 | God's holy law transgressed | | | | | | | |
299 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
300 | Salvation O melodious sound | | | | | | | |
301 | The mighty frame of glorious grace | | | | | | | |
302 | How beauteous are their [his] feet | | | | | | | |
303 | Buried in [the] shadows of the night | | | | | | | |
304 | What shall the dying sinner do | | | | | | | |
305 | In vain we lavish out our lives To gather empty wind | | | | | | | |
306 | Thus saith [speaks] the high and lofty One | | | | | | | |
307 | Faith is the brightest evidence | | | | | | | |
308 | Faith adds new charms to earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
309 | 'Tis by the faith of joys to come | | | | | | | |
310 | Mistaken souls, that [who] dream of heaven | | | | | | | |
311 | Forgiveness, 'tis [what] a joyful sound | | | | | | | |
312 | Grace, 'tis a charming [cheering] [joyful] [pleasing] sound | | | | | | | |
313 | From deep distress and troubled thoughts | | | | | | | |
314 | Jesus, thy blood and righteousness | | | | | | | |
315 | How sad our state [fate] by nature is | | | | | | | |
316 | Behold what wondrous grace | | | | | | | |
317 | Salvation through our dying God | | | | | | | |
318 | Happy the heart where graces reign | | | | | | | |
319 | Holy Lamb who thee receive | | | | | | | |
320 | Jesus, the man of constant grief | | | | | | | |
321 | That we may walk with God | | | | | | | |
322 | Happy the man who finds the grace | | | | | | | |
323 | To God the only wise, our Savior and our King | | | | | | | |
324 | Come, happy souls, approach your God | | | | | | | |
325 | Lord, we confess our numerous faults | | | | | | | |
326 | I hear a voice that comes from far | | | | | | | |
327 | To God, my Savior and my King, fain would my soul her tribute bring | | | | | | | |
328 | Dear Savior we are thine, By everlasting | | | | | | | |
329 | Lord, if thou thy [the] grace impart | | | | | | | |
330 | Happy are they who know the Lord | | | | | | | |
331 | How vast the treasure we possess | | | | | | | |
332 | When on Sinai's top I see | | | | | | | |
333 | When gloomy thoughts and fears | | | | | | | |
334 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
335 | Religion is the chief concern | | | | | | | |
336 | When overwhelmed with grief | | | | | | | |
337 | Let everlasting glories crown | | | | | | | |
338 | Ye humble souls rejoice | | | | | | | |
339 | Come, let us lift our joyful eyes Up to the [To heavenly] courts above | | | | | | | |
340 | Ye trembling souls, dismiss your fears | | | | | | | |
341 | Your harps, ye [you] trembling [mourning] [tearful], saints | | | | | | | |
342a | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
342b | Blest is the man, for ever blest | | | | | | | |
343 | Blest are the humble souls that [who] see | | | | | | | |
344 | O Lord, our God, arise, The cause of truth maintain | | | | | | | |
345 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
346 | Let the world their virtue [beauties] boast | | | | | | | |
347 | What heavenly music do I [we] hear | | | | | | | |
348 | The voice of free grace cries escape | | | | | | | |
349 | Hark! how the gospel trumpet sounds | | | | | | | |
350 | O tell me no more of this [the] world's vain [vain world's] store | | | | | | | |
351 | How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
352 | How happy is the pilgrim's lot | | | | | | | |
353 | Forever shall my fainting soul | | | | | | | |
354 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
355 | With tears of anguish I lament | | | | | | | |
356 | And wilt thou yet be found | | | | | | | |
357 | Stay, thou insulted [long suffering] Spirit | | | | | | | |
358 | O let me see thy light mild beaming | | | | | | | |
359 | When shall thy love constrain and force me to thy breast | | | | | | | |
360 | O that I knew the secret place | | | | | | | |
361 | Father, at thy call I come | | | | | | | |
362 | Great God, incline thy gracious ear | | | | | | | |
363 | O where is now that glowing love | | | | | | | |
364 | Revive thy work, almighty Lord | | | | | | | |
365 | Savior, visit Thy [our] plantation, grant us Lord, a gracious rain | | | | | | | |
366 | O if my soul was [were] formed for woe | | | | | | | |
367 | Why is my heart so far from thee | | | | | | | |
368 | When gracious Lord, when shall it be | | | | | | | |
369 | O, for a [an] heart to praise [love] my God | | | | | | | |
370 | Beset with snares on every hand | | | | | | | |
371 | Strait [straight] is the way [gate], the door is strait [straight] | | | | | | | |
372 | Dear Father, to Thy mercy seat, My soul for shelter flies | | | | | | | |
373 | How vain are all things here below | | | | | | | |
374 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
375 | Give me the wings of faith to rise | | | | | | | |
376 | When any turn from Zion's way | | | | | | | |
377 | Through this wide [wild] wilderness I roam | | | | | | | |
378 | My God, permit me [us] not to be a stranger | | | | | | | |
379 | How oft, alas, this [our] wretched [sinful] [wicked] heart | | | | | | | |
380 | Alas what hourly dangers rise | | | | | | | |
381 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
382 | While sorrows encompass me round | | | | | | | |
383 | Let thy Kingdom, blessed Savior | | | | | | | |
384 | Savior, when in dust to Thee, low we bow | | | | | | | |
385 | When gathering clouds [storms] around I view | | | | | | | |
386 | Come, O thou traveller unknown | | | | | | | |
387 | When the heart is sad within | | | | | | | |
388 | When through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming | | | | | | | |
389 | Awake, Jerusalem, awake | | | | | | | |
390 | How long shall earth's alluring toys | | | | | | | |
391 | Children of the heavenly king as we journey | | | | | | | |
392 | Now let our souls, on wings sublime | | | | | | | |
393 | Say now, ye lovely social band | | | | | | | |
394 | Begone, unbelief, [for] my [our] Savior is near | | | | | | | |
395 | Dark and thorny [stormy] is the desert | | | | | | | |