# | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
201 | Happy the heart where graces reign | | | | | |  | |
202 | Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews | | | | | |  | |
203 | Long have I [we] sat beneath the sound | | | | | |  | |
204 | Grace, 'tis a charming [cheering] [joyful] [pleasing] sound | | | | | |  | |
205 | Should bounteous nature kindly pour | | | | | |  | |
206 | Blessed Redeemer, how divine | | | | | |  | |
207 | Of all the joys we mortals [which creatures] know | | | | | |  | |
208 | I love the sons of grace | | | | | |  | |
209 | Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, That saved | | | | | |  | |
210 | O God of grace and righteousness, Hear and attend | | | | | |  | |
211 | Come, ye [you] [we] that [who] love the Lord [Christ], And let your [our] joys | | | | | |  | |
212 | My God, my life, my love, to thee, to thee I call | | | | | |  | |
213 | Blest be the tie that binds our hearts in Christian love | | | | | |  | |
214 | Dear Lord, though bitter is the cup | | | | | |  | |
215 | From all that's mortal, all that's vain | | | | | |  | |
216 | The world from Christians are apart | | | | | |  | |
217 | Let strife forever cease | | | | | |  | |
218 | Our souls by [in] love together knit [drawn] [joined] | | | | | |  | |
219 | From whence doth [does] this [the] union arise | | | | | |  | |
220 | Am I indeed born from above | | | | | |  | |
221 | How lost was [is] my [our] condition | | | | | |  | |
222 | Mercy, O thou Son of David | | | | | |  | |
223 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | |  | |
230 | O love divine, how sweet [good] thou art | | | | | |  | |
231 | Almighty love inspire My heart [soul] with sacred fire [pure desire] | | | | | |  | |
232 | Life is the time to serve the Lord | | | | | |  | |
233 | Shall wisdom cry aloud | | | | | |  | |
234 | Ye sons of Adam, vain and young | | | | | |  | |
235 | Thus saith the wisdom of the Lord | | | | | |  | |
236 | Let every mortal ear attend | | | | | |  | |
237 | Vain are the hopes that rebels place | | | | | |  | |
238 | In vain we lavish out our lives To gather empty wind | | | | | |  | |
239 | Not to condemn the sons of men did Christ the son | | | | | |  | |
240 | Come hither, all ye [you] weary souls | | | | | |  | |
241 | Hark, the Redeemer from on high | | | | | |  | |
242 | Kind is the speech of Christ our Lord | | | | | |  | |
243 | Raise thoughtless sinner raise thine eye | | | | | |  | |
244 | The Savior calls, let every ear attend | | | | | |  | |
245 | Inquire, ye pilgrims, for the way | | | | | |  | |
246 | One awful word which Jesus spoke | | | | | |  | |
247 | Thus saith the Lord to Ephesus | | | | | |  | |
248 | Jesus, dear Lord, we bless thy [his] name | | | | | |  | |
249 | Now the Savior's kindly pleading | | | | | |  | |
250 | A fountain in Jesus, which runs always [always runs] free | | | | | |  | |
251 | Come all who are New-lights indeed | | | | | |  | |
252 | Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor Behold a royal feast | | | | | |  | |
253 | O what a state my soul is in | | | | | |  | |
254 | Come ye [you] sinners, poor and wretched [needy], Weak and wounded | | | | | |  | |
260 | Here stands a barren tree | | | | | |  | |
261 | Must all the charms [thoughts] of nature then | | | | | |  | |
262 | The church a garden is | | | | | |  | |
263 | Come sound his praise [name] abroad, And hymns | | | | | |  | |
264 | Where shall we sinners hide our heads | | | | | |  | |
265 | Ye dying sons of men | | | | | |  | |
266 | That name to me sounds ever sweet | | | | | |  | |
267 | Come, trembling soul [souls] [ones], forget your fear [fears] | | | | | |  | |
268 | Here we've no continuing city | | | | | |  | |
269 | O sinners, fly to Jesus' arms | | | | | |  | |
270 | Destruction's dangerous road | | | | | |  | |
271 | Show pity Lord, O Lord, forgive | | | | | |  | |
272 | Behold the wretch whose lust and wine | | | | | |  | |
273 | O God of mercy, hear my [our] call | | | | | |  | |
274 | Faith is the brightest evidence | | | | | |  | |
275 | Mistaken souls, that [who] dream of heaven | | | | | |  | |
276 | And are we wretches yet alive | | | | | |  | |
277 | Life and immortal joys are given | | | | | |  | |
278 | 'Tis by the faith of joys to come | | | | | |  | |
279 | O blessed souls are they | | | | | |  | |
280 | O what a cruel wretch am I to leave my Jesus so | | | | | |  | |
281 | Attend, my soul, and trembling hear | | | | | |  | |
282 | Hard heart of mine | | | | | |  | |
283 | I would lie prostrate on the ground | | | | | |  | |
284 | O thou who hearest when sinners cry | | | | | |  | |
285 | 'Twas the commission of our [the] Lord | | | | | |  | |
286 | Do we not know that solemn word | | | | | |  | |
287 | Never does truth more shine | | | | | |  | |
288 | Humble souls, who [that] seek salvation | | | | | |  | |
289 | In Jordan's title the Baptist stands | | | | | |  | |
290 | Salem's bright King, Jesus by name | | | | | |  | |
291 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | |  | |
292 | 'Twas on that dark, that doleful night | | | | | |  | |
293 | Come, let us join a joyful tune To our exalted Lord | | | | | |  | |
294 | Lord, how divine Thy comforts are | | | | | |  | |
295 | Nature with open volume stands | | | | | |  | |
296 | How sweet and awful [holy] [sacred] is the place | | | | | |  | |
297 | Jesus, we bow before thy feet | | | | | |  | |
298 | At thy command, our dearest Lord | | | | | |  | |
299 | Lord, we adore thy bounteous hand | | | | | |  | |
300 | To Jesus our exalted Lord, dear [that] [the] name by heaven and earth adored | | | | | |  | |
301 | That doleful [dreadful] night before his death | | | | | |  | |
302 | Lord, at thy table I [we] behold The wonders of thy grace | | | | | |  | |
303 | The broken bread, the blessed cup | | | | | |  | |
304 | My God, what endless pleasures dwell | | | | | |  | |
305 | Who shall ascend thy heavenly [holy] place | | | | | |  | |
306 | Blest is the man whose bowels move | | | | | |  | |
307 | Happy is he that [who] fears the Lord | | | | | |  | |
308 | O happy man, whose soul is filled | | | | | |  | |
309 | Blest are the humble souls that [who] see | | | | | |  | |
310 | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | |  | |
311 | As new born babes desire the breast | | | | | |  | |