# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
aa179 | O say not, I will yet delay | | | | | | | |
aa180 | Plunged in a gulf of dark despair | | | | | | | |
aa181 | Hark, my soul! it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
aa182 | Little children, Jesus calls you | | | | | | | |
aa183 | Children, you have gone astray | | | | | | | |
aa184 | Go thou in life's fair morning | | | | | | | |
aa185 | I was once a thoughtless wanderer | | | | | | | |
aa186 | Oh, come in life's gay morning | | | | | | | |
aa187 | Come, children, come! | | | | | | | |
aa188 | Oh, come, children, come, to the Saviour to-day | | | | | | | |
aa189 | Hark! a voice! a heavenly voice | | | | | | | |
aa190 | We're travelling home to heaven above | | | | | | | |
aa191 | Rouse ye at the Saviour's call! | | | | | | | |
aa192 | Child of sin and sorrow, fill'd with dismay | | | | | | | |
aa193 | To the wandering and the weary | | | | | | | |
aa194 | Ye hearts with youthful vigor warm | | | | | | | |
aa195 | When the harvest is past and the summer is gone | | | | | | | |
aa196 | By faith I view my Saviour dying | | | | | | | |
aa197 | Alas! and did my Saviour bleed! | | | | | | | |
aa198 | If Jesus Christ was sent | | | | | | | |
aa199 | Did Christ o'er sinner's weep | | | | | | | |
aa200 | If you will turn away from sin | | | | | | | |
aa201 | Is this the kind return | | | | | | | |
aa202 | A sinner, Lord, behold, I stand | | | | | | | |
aa203 | Lord, I would come to thee | | | | | | | |
aa204 | Depth of mercy! can there be | | | | | | | |
aa205 | Return, and come to God | | | | | | | |
aa206 | Children, hear the melting story | | | | | | | |
aa207 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
aa208 | Oh! turn ye, oh! turn ye, for why will ye die | | | | | | | |
aa209 | Jesus, thou art the sinner's Friend! | | | | | | | |
aa210 | I am wretched, poor and needy | | | | | | | |
aa211 | I want to be like Jesus | | | | | | | |
aa212 | Come, little children, oh, come unto me! | | | | | | | |
aa213 | Just as I am, without one plea | | | | | | | |
aa214 | I was a wandering sheep | | | | | | | |
aa215 | Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
aa216 | O my soul, what means this sadness? | | | | | | | |
aa217 | A broken heart, my God, my King | | | | | | | |
aa218 | Oh that my load of sin were gone | | | | | | | |
aa219 | Welcome, welcome, dear Redeemer | | | | | | | |
aa220 | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
aa221 | Begone, unbelief! | | | | | | | |
aa222 | The gospel comes with welcome news | | | | | | | |
aa223 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
aa224 | There is a fountain fill'd with blood | | | | | | | |
aa225 | Grace!--'tis a charming sound | | | | | | | |
aa226 | Come hither, all ye weary souls | | | | | | | |
aa227 | Jesus, I love thy charming name | | | | | | | |
aa228 | Oh for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
aa229 | Not all the blood of beasts | | | | | | | |
aa230 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me | | | | | | | |
aa231 | Jesus, lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
aa232 | My faith looks up to thee | | | | | | | |
aa233 | Jesus! and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
aa234 | I'm not ashamed to own my Lord | | | | | | | |
aa235 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
aa236 | My dear Redeemer and my Lord | | | | | | | |
aa237 | Amazing grace! how sweet the sound | | | | | | | |
aa238 | O Jesus, delight of my soul | | | | | | | |
aa239 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
aa240 | How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
aa241 | Love divine, all love excelling | | | | | | | |
aa242 | Nearer, my God, to thee | | | | | | | |
aa243 | Breast the wave, Christian | | | | | | | |
aa244 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
aa245 | Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears | | | | | | | |
aa246 | Awake, my soul! stretch every nerve | | | | | | | |
aa247 | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
aa248 | Let us love one another. Not long may we stay | | | | | | | |
aa249 | From every stormy wind that blows | | | | | | | |
aa250 | While thee I seek, protecting Power | | | | | | | |
aa251 | How happy are they | | | | | | | |
aa252 | The lambs of Jesus:--who are they | | | | | | | |
aa253 | The pearl which worldlings covet | | | | | | | |
aa254 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
aa255 | Children of the heavenly King | | | | | | | |
aa256 | There is a path that leads to God | | | | | | | |
aa257 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
aa258 | Oh, where shall rest be found? | | | | | | | |
aa259 | O 'tis a folly and a crime | | | | | | | |
aa260 | Remember thy Creator now | | | | | | | |
aa261 | Religion is the chief concern | | | | | | | |
aa262 | 'Tis religion that can give | | | | | | | |
aa263 | With joy we meditate the grace | | | | | | | |
aa264 | Oh for a heart to praise my God | | | | | | | |
aa265 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
aa266 | May I resolve with all my heart | | | | | | | |
aa267 | The day is past and gone | | | | | | | |
aa268 | I love thy kingdom, Lord | | | | | | | |
aa269 | Blest be the tie that binds | | | | | | | |
aa270 | Gently, Lord, oh, gently lead us | | | | | | | |
aa271 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
aa272 | My times are in Thy hand | | | | | | | |
aa273 | Every day hath toil and trouble | | | | | | | |
aa274 | Time is winging us away | | | | | | | |
aa275 | To-morrow, Lord, is thine | | | | | | | |
aa276 | Out on an ocean all boundless we ride | | | | | | | |
aa277 | Like mist on the mountain | | | | | | | |
aa278 | Here o'er the earth as a stranger I roam | | | | | | | |