# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
300 | A debtor to mercy alone | GREEN FIELDS | | | | | | |
301 | What think ye of Christ? is the test | | | | | | | |
302 | Come, thou Fount of ev'ry blessing | GREENVILLE | | | | | | |
303 | Saviour, visit thy plantation | | | | | | | |
304 | Hail, my ever blessed Jesus | OLNEY | | | | | | |
305 | Zion's King shall reign victorious | | | | | | | |
306 | Come, thou long-expected Jesus | | | | | | | |
307 | Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound) | AMAZING GRACE | | | | | | |
308 | O happy time, long waited for | | | | | | | |
309 | Jesus, thou art the sinner's friend | REMEMBER ME | | | | | | |
310 | Proclaim, saith Christ, my wondrous grace | | | | | | | |
311 | There is a path that leads to God | | | | | | | |
312 | I need Thee, precious Jesus | I NEED THEE PRECIOUS JESUS | | | | | | |
313 | To thee be praise forever | | | | | | | |
314 | O when shall I see Jesus | | | | | | | |
315 | How lost was my condition | | | | | | | |
316 | Soldiers of Christ, be bold | CRANBROOK | | | | | | |
317 | Jesus, I fly to thee | | | | | | | |
318 | Oh! cease, my wandering soul | | | | | | | |
319 | My soul, weigh not thy life | | | | | | | |
320 | All yesterday is gone | | | | | | | |
321 | Saviour! thy gentle voice | | | | | | | |
322 | I am a stranger here below | CONFLICT | | | | | | |
323 | Beset with snares on every hand | | | | | | | |
324 | A few more days on earth to spend | | | | | | | |
325 | Mixtures of joy and sorrow | | | | | | | |
326 | There is a world we have not seen | | | | | | | |
327 | Lord, how mysterious are thy ways | | | | | | | |
328 | Nearer, my God, to thee | BETHANY | | | | | | |
329 | Jesus! lover of my soul | MARTYN | | | | | | |
330 | Mary to the Saviour's tomb | | | | | | | |
331 | Must Jesus bear the cross alone | MAITLAND | | | | | | |
332 | Forever blessed be the Lord | | | | | | | |
333 | The sinner that by precious faith | | | | | | | |
334 | When languor and disease invade | REDEMPTION | | | | | | |
335 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
336 | How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord | HOW FIRM A FOUNDATION | | | | | | |
337 | Lord, I hear of show'rs of blessing | EVEN ME | | | | | | |
338 | Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat | COWPER | | | | | | |
339 | Lord, in thy courts we now appear | | | | | | | |
340 | Prayer is the soul's sincere desire | | | | | | | |
341 | How oft, alas! this wretched heart | EVAN | | | | | | |
342 | Dear Father, to thy mercy-seat | | | | | | | |
343 | When Hagar found the bottle spent | | | | | | | |
344 | When I can read my title clear | NINETY-FIFTH | | | | | | |
345 | Who knows but such a one as I | | | | | | | |
346 | The hour of prayer once more is come | | | | | | | |
347 | Brethren, we have met to worship | | | | | | | |
348 | Dearest Lord, thou hast commanded | | | | | | | |
349 | Behold the throne of grace | | | | | | | |
350 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | SWEET HOUR OF PRAYER | | | | | | |
351 | From every stormy wind that blows | RETREAT | | | | | | |
352 | Prayer makes the darkened cloud withdraw | | | | | | | |
353 | While o'er the deep thy servants sail | | | | | | | |
354 | Brethren, we have met again | PLEYEL'S HYMN | | | | | | |
355 | Precious Jesus, must it be | | | | | | | |
356 | Now from the world withdrawn | LABAN | | | | | | |
357 | Like Noah's weary dove | | | | | | | |
358 | Unto thine altar, Lord | | | | | | | |
359 | Mercy, O thou Son of David | CHARLESTOWN | | | | | | |
360 | Could the creatures help or ease us | | | | | | | |
361 | What a Friend we have in Jesus | WHAT A FRIEND WE HAVE IN JESUS | | | | | | |
362 | 'Twas with an everlasting love | WINDHAM | | | | | | |
363 | In grateful songs we will record | | | | | | | |
364 | From all that dwell below the skies | | | | | | | |
365 | I will extol thee, Lord, on high | | | | | | | |
366 | Now let us raise our cheerful strains | | | | | | | |
367 | O Lord, thy boundless love to me | | | | | | | |
368 | O love divine, how sweet thou art! | | | | | | | |
369 | What wondrous love is this, O my soul | WONDROUS LOVE | | | | | | |
370 | Oh! Christ, he is the fountain | WEBB | | | | | | |
371 | O, bliss of the purified, bliss of the free | O SING OF HIS MIGHTY LOVE | | | | | | |
372 | I would not live alway; I ask not to stay | FREDERICK | | | | | | |
373 | My days, my weeks, my months, my years | KINGWOOD | | | | | | |
374 | The little babe is gone to rest | THE LITTLE BABE IS GONE TO REST | | | | | | |
375 | When God is nigh, my faith is strong | | | | | | | |
376 | Why do we mourn departing friends | MANOAH | | | | | | |
377 | Thee we adore, eternal name | | | | | | | |
378 | Sweet rivers of redeeming love | | | | | | | |
379 | Teach me the measure of my days | | | | | | | |
380 | My head and stay is took away | | | | | | | |
381 | Death may dissolve my body now | | | | | | | |
382 | Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep | REST | | | | | | |
383 | How sweet the hour of closing day | | | | | | | |
384 | Dear is the spot where Christians sleep | | | | | | | |
385 | How blest the righteous when he dies | ZEPHYR | | | | | | |
386 | Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
387 | Why should we start and fear to die? | | | | | | | |
388 | Come, let us join our friends above | AVON | | | | | | |
389 | Hark, from the tombs a doleful sound | | | | | | | |
390 | How short the race our friend has run | | | | | | | |
391 | There is a land of pure delight | VARINA | | | | | | |
392 | 'Tis sweet to think of those at rest | | | | | | | |
393 | And must this body die | AYLESBURY | | | | | | |
394 | What cheering words are these | | | | | | | |
395 | O where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
396 | We speak of the realms of the blest | IOWA | | | | | | |
397 | My days are extinguished and gone | | | | | | | |
398 | How blest is our brother, bereft | | | | | | | |
399 | There is a land, a happy land | THE LAND OF BEULAH | | | | | | |