# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
501 | Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly dove, with all thy quickening powers | | | | | | | |
502 | Descend from heaven, immortal Dove | | | | | | | |
503 | At anchor laid, remote from home | | | | | | | |
504 | Dear Lord, and shall thy Spirit rest in such [this] a wretched heart as mine | | | | | | | |
505 | I'm in a world of hopes and fears | | | | | | | |
506 | My God, what silken [gentle] cords are thine | | | | | | | |
507 | Come, blessed Spirit, source of [heavenly] light | | | | | | | |
508 | Faith! 'tis a precious grace | | | | | | | |
509 | Faith is the brightest evidence | | | | | | | |
510 | Faith owes its birth to sovereign grace | | | | | | | |
511 | Why should my fears so far prevail | | | | | | | |
512 | Tell me no more of earthly toys | | | | | | | |
513 | Faith's a convincing proof | | | | | | | |
514 | From whence this fear and unbelief | | | | | | | |
515 | Begone, unbelief, [for] my [our] Savior is near | | | | | | | |
516 | The sinner that truly believes | | | | | | | |
517 | In all our worst afflictions | | | | | | | |
518 | Let us ask the important question | | | | | | | |
519 | By faith I know the worlds were made | | | | | | | |
520 | Faith has for its foundation broad | | | | | | | |
521 | Tell me no more of earthly toys | | | | | | | |
522 | So did the Hebrew prophet raise | | | | | | | |
523 | And art thou with us, gracious Lord | | | | | | | |
524 | My God, how cheerful [cheering] is the sound | | | | | | | |
525 | Ye little flock, whom Jesus feeds | | | | | | | |
526 | Faith adds new charms to earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
527 | Jesus, our souls' delightful choice | | | | | | | |
528 | A debtor to mercy alone | | | | | | | |
529 | By faith in Christ I walk with God | | | | | | | |
530 | The saints should never be dismayed | | | | | | | |
531 | Supported by the [thy] Word | | | | | | | |
532 | The Lord receives his highest praise | | | | | | | |
533 | Of all the gifts thine hand [love] bestows | | | | | | | |
534 | If to Jesus for relief My soul hath fled by prayer | | | | | | | |
535 | Sight, hearing, felling, taste and smell | | | | | | | |
536 | As needles point towards the pole | | | | | | | |
537 | By faith in Christ we're justified | | | | | | | |
538 | No wit nor works of man, Nor learning he may boast | | | | | | | |
539 | Till God the sinner's mind [heart] illume | | | | | | | |
540 | Behold the blind their sight receive | | | | | | | |
541 | When God revealed his gracious name | | | | | | | |
542 | To God, my Savior and my King, fain would my soul her tribute bring | | | | | | | |
543 | Let worldly minds the world pursue | | | | | | | |
544 | With Satan, my accuser near My spirit trembled when I saw | | | | | | | |
545 | Come brethren and sisters, that [who] love my [our] dear Lord | | | | | | | |
546 | Awaked by Sinai's awful sound | | | | | | | |
547 | The castle of the human heart | | | | | | | |
548 | Zaccheus climbed the tree | | | | | | | |
549 | The newborn child of gospel grace | | | | | | | |
550 | Sin enslaved me many years | | | | | | | |
551 | Holy Lord, God I love thy truth | | | | | | | |
552 | Quiet Lord my froward heart | | | | | | | |
553 | Our nature's totally depraved | | | | | | | |
554 | With melting heart [hearts] and weeping eyes | | | | | | | |
555 | What various ways do men invent | | | | | | | |
556 | Repentance is a gift bestowed | | | | | | | |
557 | The Lamb is exalted repentence to give | | | | | | | |
558 | How oft, alas, this [our] wretched [sinful] [wicked] heart | | | | | | | |
559 | Lamb of God, we fall before thee | | | | | | | |
560 | Behold the wretch whose lust and wine | | | | | | | |
561 | O God of mercy, hear my [our] call | | | | | | | |
562 | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? | | | | | | | |
563 | Show pity Lord, O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
564 | Infinite grief, amazing woe | | | | | | | |
565 | Lord, with a grieved and aching heart | | | | | | | |
566 | Exalted Prince of life, we own | | | | | | | |
567 | Prostrate dear Jesus at thy feet | | | | | | | |
568 | Dear Savior, When my thoughts recall The wonders of thy grace | | | | | | | |
569 | Why, O my soul, why weepest thou | | | | | | | |
570 | The Lord will happiness divine | | | | | | | |
571 | Ah Lord, ah Lord, what have I done | | | | | | | |
572 | How should the sons of Adam's race | | | | | | | |
573 | Weary of wandering from my God | | | | | | | |
574 | Our Jesus is the Christian's hope | | | | | | | |
575 | We travel through a barren land | | | | | | | |
576 | Once by the law I vainly thought | | | | | | | |
577 | The hope set before us is Jesus the Lord | | | | | | | |
578 | God, my supporter and my hope | | | | | | | |
579 | How can I sink with such a prop | | | | | | | |
580 | Give me the wings of faith to rise | | | | | | | |
581 | He that [who] hath [has] made [for] his refuge, God | | | | | | | |
582 | O God, my Sun, thy blissful rays | | | | | | | |
583 | Why sinks my weak desponding mind | | | | | | | |
584 | Ye trembling souls, dismiss your fears | | | | | | | |
585 | Like Isr'l, Lord, am I, My soul is at a stand | | | | | | | |
586 | How happy is the pilgrim's lot | | | | | | | |
587 | Lord, when I read the traitor's doom | | | | | | | |
588 | We seek a rest beyond [above] the skies | | | | | | | |
589 | On the mountain [mountain's] top appearing | | | | | | | |
590 | Daughters of Zion, come, behold | | | | | | | |
591 | We are a garden walled around | | | | | | | |
592 | The wondering world enquires [inquires] to know | | | | | | | |
593 | When strangers stand and hear me tell | | | | | | | |
594 | My gracious Redeemer I [I'll] love | | | | | | | |
595 | O Lord, I [we] would delight in thee | | | | | | | |
596 | Jesus, Lord, we look to thee | | | | | | | |
597 | O love divine, how sweet [good] thou art | | | | | | | |
598 | Though justly of wrongs we complain | | | | | | | |
599 | When Jesus with his mighty [matchless] love | | | | | | | |
600 | Jesus, Source of my salvation, may we | | | | | | | |