# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
301 | Beneath the poisonous dart | | | | | | | |
302 | In sin by blinded passions led | | | | | | | |
303 | Thankless the prodigal receives | | | | | | | |
304 | The sinner's flattering dreams are fled | | | | | | | |
305 | 'Tis trembling hardness that I | | | | | | | |
306 | Vain world, vain world, I bid adieu | | | | | | | |
307 | Anxious, I strove to find the way | | | | | | | |
308 | Awake, and sing the song of Moses and the Lamb | | | | | | | |
309 | Hail, my ever blessed Jesus | | | | | | | |
310 | If God had bid his thunders roll | | | | | | | |
311 | Jesus, at thy command | | | | | | | |
312 | Jesus, our best beloved Friend | | | | | | | |
313 | Let carnal minds the world pursue | | | | | | | |
314 | Like Isr'l, safe upon the shore | | | | | | | |
315 | May I resolve with all my heart | | | | | | | |
316 | Nature will raise up all her strife | | | | | | | |
317 | Our country is Immanuel's ground [land] | | | | | | | |
318 | People of the living God! I have sought the world | | | | | | | |
319 | Rejoicing now in glorious hope | | | | | | | |
320 | Shall I to gain the world's applause | | | | | | | |
321 | Sing, ye redeemed [ransomed] of the Lord | | | | | | | |
322 | Tell me no more of earthly toys | | | | | | | |
323 | The giddy world, with flattering tongue | | | | | | | |
324 | The happy in Jesus may sleep | | | | | | | |
325 | The sovereign Father, good and kind | | | | | | | |
326 | To God, my Savior and my King, fain would my soul her tribute bring | | | | | | | |
327 | To whom, my Savior, shall I go | | | | | | | |
328 | Welcome, ye hopeful heirs of heaven | | | | | | | |
329 | We've no abiding city here | | | | | | | |
330 | When renovating grace begins | | | | | | | |
331 | When with [my] mind divinely pressed | | | | | | | |
332 | Almighty Savior, here we stand | | | | | | | |
333 | Behold the grave where Jesus lay | | | | | | | |
334 | Descend, celestial dove | | | | | | | |
335 | Do we not know that solemn word | | | | | | | |
336 | Hither we come, our dearest Lord | | | | | | | |
337 | How great, how solemn is the work | | | | | | | |
338 | Humble souls, who [that] seek salvation | | | | | | | |
339 | In all my Lord's appointed ways | | | | | | | |
340 | In Jordan's tide [waves] the Baptist [prophet] stands | | | | | | | |
341 | Our Savior bowed beneath the wave | | | | | | | |
342 | Proclaim, saith Christ, my wondrous grace | | | | | | | |
343 | See how the willing converts trace | | | | | | | |
344 | The great Redeemer we adore | | | | | | | |
345 | Thus it became the Prince of grace | | | | | | | |
346 | 'Twas the commission of our [the] Lord | | | | | | | |
347 | Blest are the humble souls that [who] see | | | | | | | |
348 | Blest are the undefiled in heart | | | | | | | |
349 | Commit thou all thy griefs | | | | | | | |
350 | Dear refuge of my [the] weary soul, On thee, when sorows rise | | | | | | | |
351 | Did Christ o'er sinners weep? | | | | | | | |
352 | Encompassed with clouds of distress | | | | | | | |
353 | Faith has for its foundation broad | | | | | | | |
354 | From every earthly pleasure | | | | | | | |
355 | From thee, my [O] God, my [our] joys shall rise | | | | | | | |
356 | God of my life, how good, how wise | | | | | | | |
357 | He lives, who lives to God alone | | | | | | | |
358 | Hear, gracious God [Lord], my humble moan [prayer] | | | | | | | |
359 | How happy is he born and [or] taught | | | | | | | |
360 | How happy is the man who hears | | | | | | | |
361 | How oft the world's alluring | | | | | | | |
362 | How vain are all things here below | | | | | | | |
363 | I asked the Lord that I might grow | | | | | | | |
364 | I lift my soul to God, my trust is in | | | | | | | |
365 | I'm not ashamed to own my [the] Lord | | | | | | | |
366 | In vain the giddy world enquires | | | | | | | |
367 | I send the joys of earth away | | | | | | | |
368 | It is the Lord - enthroned in light | | | | | | | |
369 | I waited patient for the Lord | | | | | | | |
370 | Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave | | | | | | | |
371 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
372 | My drowsy powers, why sleep ye [you] so | | | | | | | |
373 | My God, the spring of all my joys | | | | | | | |
374 | My soul forsakes her [each] vain delight | | | | | | | |
375 | My soul lies cleaving to the dust, Lord, give me | | | | | | | |
376 | My soul be on thy [your] guard | | | | | | | |
377 | Now let our souls, on wings sublime | | | | | | | |
378 | O happy soul that [who] lives on high, While men lie grovelling | | | | | | | |
379 | O how can praise my tongue employ | | | | | | | |
380 | O Lord, I [we] would delight in thee | | | | | | | |
381 | O that I knew the secret place | | | | | | | |
382 | O that my soul were [was] now as fair | | | | | | | |
383 | O that thy statutes every hour | | | | | | | |
384 | O where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
385 | Oft have I turned my eye [eyes] within | | | | | | | |
386 | O thou, by long experience tried | | | | | | | |
387 | Perpetual blessings from above | | | | | | | |
388 | Pilgrim, burdened with thy sin, Haste to Zion's | | | | | | | |
389 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
390 | Savior, we wait the day | | | | | | | |
391 | Shall we go on to sin | | | | | | | |
392 | Sometimes a light surprises | | | | | | | |
393 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
394 | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
395 | The Christian has a faith divine | | | | | | | |
396 | The Christian warrior, see him stand | | | | | | | |
397 | 'Tis God the spirit leads | | | | | | | |
398 | To thee, my God, my days are known | | | | | | | |
399 | Thrice happy souls [men] [they], who born [heirs] from [of] heaven | | | | | | | |
400 | Through this wide [wild] wilderness I roam | | | | | | | |