# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
a200 | If you will turn away from sin | | | | | | | |
a201 | Is this the kind return | | | | | | | |
a202 | A sinner, Lord, behold, I stand | | | | | | | |
a203 | Lord, I would come to thee | | | | | | | |
a204 | Depth of mercy! can there be | | | | | | | |
a205 | Return, and come to God | | | | | | | |
a206 | Children, hear the melting story | | | | | | | |
a207 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
a208 | Oh! turn ye, oh! turn ye, for why will ye die | | | | | | | |
a209 | Jesus, thou art the sinner's Friend! | | | | | | | |
a210 | I am wretched, poor and needy | | | | | | | |
a211 | I want to be like Jesus | | | | | | | |
a212 | Come, little children, oh, come unto me! | | | | | | | |
a213 | Just as I am, without one plea | | | | | | | |
a214 | I was a wandering sheep | | | | | | | |
a215 | Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
a216 | O my soul, what means this sadness? | | | | | | | |
a217 | A broken heart, my God, my King | | | | | | | |
a218 | Oh that my load of sin were gone | | | | | | | |
a219 | Welcome, welcome, dear Redeemer | | | | | | | |
a220 | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
a221 | Begone, unbelief! | | | | | | | |
a222 | The gospel comes with welcome news | | | | | | | |
a223 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
a224 | There is a fountain fill'd with blood | | | | | | | |
a225 | Grace!--'tis a charming sound | | | | | | | |
a226 | Come hither, all ye weary souls | | | | | | | |
a227 | Jesus, I love thy charming name | | | | | | | |
a228 | Oh for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
a229 | Not all the blood of beasts | | | | | | | |
a230 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me | | | | | | | |
a231 | Jesus, lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
a232 | My faith looks up to thee | | | | | | | |
a233 | Jesus! and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
a234 | I'm not ashamed to own my Lord | | | | | | | |
a235 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
a236 | My dear Redeemer and my Lord | | | | | | | |
a237 | Amazing grace! how sweet the sound | | | | | | | |
a238 | O Jesus, delight of my soul | | | | | | | |
a239 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
a240 | How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
a241 | Love divine, all love excelling | | | | | | | |
a242 | Nearer, my God, to thee | | | | | | | |
a243 | Breast the wave, Christian | | | | | | | |
a244 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
a245 | Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears | | | | | | | |
a246 | Awake, my soul! stretch every nerve | | | | | | | |
a247 | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
a248 | Let us love one another. Not long may we stay | | | | | | | |
a249 | From every stormy wind that blows | | | | | | | |
a250 | While thee I seek, protecting Power | | | | | | | |
a251 | How happy are they | | | | | | | |
a252 | The lambs of Jesus:--who are they | | | | | | | |
a253 | The pearl which worldlings covet | | | | | | | |
a254 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
a255 | Children of the heavenly King | | | | | | | |
a256 | There is a path that leads to God | | | | | | | |
a257 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
a258 | Oh, where shall rest be found? | | | | | | | |
a259 | O 'tis a folly and a crime | | | | | | | |
a260 | Remember thy Creator now | | | | | | | |
a261 | Religion is the chief concern | | | | | | | |
a262 | 'Tis religion that can give | | | | | | | |
a263 | With joy we meditate the grace | | | | | | | |
a264 | Oh for a heart to praise my God | | | | | | | |
a265 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
a266 | May I resolve with all my heart | | | | | | | |
a267 | The day is past and gone | | | | | | | |
a268 | I love thy kingdom, Lord | | | | | | | |
a269 | Blest be the tie that binds | | | | | | | |
a270 | Gently, Lord, oh, gently lead us | | | | | | | |
a271 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
a272 | My times are in Thy hand | | | | | | | |
a273 | Every day hath toil and trouble | | | | | | | |
a274 | Time is winging us away | | | | | | | |
a275 | To-morrow, Lord, is thine | | | | | | | |
a276 | Out on an ocean all boundless we ride | | | | | | | |
a277 | Like mist on the mountain | | | | | | | |
a278 | Here o'er the earth as a stranger I roam | | | | | | | |
a279 | We are out on the ocean sailing | | | | | | | |
a280 | Come, schoolmates, don't grow weary | | | | | | | |
a281 | Oh, do not be discouraged | | | | | | | |
a282 | Be kind to each other | | | | | | | |
a283 | Be kind to thy father; for when thou wast young | | | | | | | |
a284 | Little drops of water | | | | | | | |
a285 | Angry words are lightly spoken | | | | | | | |
a286 | Words are things of little cost | | | | | | | |
a287 | Children, do you love each other? | | | | | | | |
a288 | Littlle travellers Zionward | | | | | | | |
a289 | We go the way that leads to God | | | | | | | |
a290 | Lo! on a narrow neck of land | | | | | | | |
a291 | My soul, be on thy guard! | | | | | | | |
a292 | Must Jesus bear the cross alone | | | | | | | |
a293 | A charge to keep I have | | | | | | | |
a294 | We are but young; yet we may sing | | | | | | | |
a295 | There is a God who reigns above | | | | | | | |
a296 | Lord, I would own thy tender care | | | | | | | |
a297 | When all thy mercies, O my God | | | | | | | |
a298 | Great Shepherd of the sheep | | | | | | | |
a299 | How blest the righteous when he dies | | | | | | | |