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274 | Come, humble sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
275 | The voice of free grace cries escape | | | | | | | |
276 | The Spirit in our hearts is whispering sinner come | | | | | | | |
277 | O what amazing words of grace Are in the gospel found | | | | | | | |
278 | Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor Behold a royal feast | | | | | | | |
279 | Peace, troubled soul, whose [thy] plaintive moan | | | | | | | |
280 | Ho, everyone that thirsts, draw nigh | | | | | | | |
281 | Great Source of being and of love | | | | | | | |
282 | Now is the accepted time | | | | | | | |
283 | All yesterday is gone | | | | | | | |
284 | In vain we lavish out our lives To gather empty wind | | | | | | | |
285 | Let us adore the grace that seeks | | | | | | | |
286 | Return, O wanderer, to thy home | | | | | | | |
287 | Return, O wanderer, return [Return, return, now wanderer] | | | | | | | |
288 | Behold a stranger at the door | | | | | | | |
289 | Thus saith the wisdom of the Lord | | | | | | | |
290 | Ye that [who] in his [these] courts are found | | | | | | | |
291 | And canst thou, sinner, slight | | | | | | | |
292 | Sinner [sinners] turn, why will ye [you] die | | | | | | | |
293 | Sinner [sinners], O why so thoughtless grown | | | | | | | |
294 | Say, sinner, hath a voice within | | | | | | | |
295 | Sinner, art thou [are you] still secure [sincere] | | | | | | | |
296 | Vain man [men], thy [your] fond pursuits forbear | | | | | | | |
297 | Far from the utmost verge of day | | | | | | | |
298 | Sinner, hell is deep and yawning | | | | | | | |
299 | Lord, how secure my conscience was [lay] | | | | | | | |
300 | My former hopes are dead [fled], my terror now begins | | | | | | | |
301 | Amid displays of wrath and love | | | | | | | |
302 | Almighty Father, God of grace | | | | | | | |
303 | Sovereign Ruler, Lord of all | | | | | | | |
304 | I look to thee, O Lord, alone | | | | | | | |
305 | Great God, before thy mercy seat | | | | | | | |
306 | O for a glance of heavenly day | | | | | | | |
307 | Prostrate dear Jesus at thy feet | | | | | | | |
308 | As on the cross the Savior hung | | | | | | | |
309 | Jesus, save my dying soul | | | | | | | |
310 | In evil long I took delight | | | | | | | |
311 | Ah, whither should I go | | | | | | | |
312 | Perpetual source of light and grace | | | | | | | |
313 | Dear Jesus, when, when shall it be | | | | | | | |
314 | Weary of struggling with my pain | | | | | | | |
315 | My conscious guilt is now so great | | | | | | | |
316 | The deep defilement of the heart | | | | | | | |
317 | Approach, my soul, the mercy seat | | | | | | | |
318 | O for that tenderness of heart | | | | | | | |
319 | And are we wretches yet alive | | | | | | | |
320 | 'Twas for my sins, my dearest Lord | | | | | | | |
321 | Is this the kind return | | | | | | | |
322 | With tears of anguish I lament | | | | | | | |
323 | God of mercy, God of grace | | | | | | | |
324 | Did Christ o'er sinners weep | | | | | | | |
325 | Dear Savior, When my thoughts recall The wonders of thy grace | | | | | | | |
326 | Depth of mercy, can there be, Mercy still reserved for me? | | | | | | | |
327 | Vain are the hopes the [that] sons of men | | | | | | | |
328 | No more, my God, I boast no more, Of all the duties I have done | | | | | | | |
329 | Father of mercies, God of love | | | | | | | |
330 | Awaked from sin's delusive sleep | | | | | | | |
331 | Thou Lord of all above | | | | | | | |
332 | O Thou, whose tender mercy hears | | | | | | | |
333 | Ye sons of earth, arise | | | | | | | |
334 | How oft, alas, this [our] wretched [sinful] [wicked] heart | | | | | | | |
335 | Return, my [each] roving heart, return | | | | | | | |
336 | Ah wretched vile ungrateful heart | | | | | | | |
337 | My Savior, let me hear thy voice | | | | | | | |
338 | Faith is the brightest evidence | | | | | | | |
339 | Mistaken souls, that [who] dream of heaven | | | | | | | |
340 | In vain men talk of living faith | | | | | | | |
341 | 'Tis by the faith of joys to come | | | | | | | |
342 | Faith adds new charms to earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
343 | Here at thy cross, my dying God | | | | | | | |
344 | Ah why should doubts and fears arise | | | | | | | |
345 | Happy the heart where graces reign | | | | | | | |
346 | Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews | | | | | | | |
347 | How sweet and heavenly is the sight | | | | | | | |
348 | Let party names no more | | | | | | | |
349 | My God, the spring of all my joys | | | | | | | |
350 | Eternal source of every good | | | | | | | |
351 | In vain I search creation o'er | | | | | | | |
352 | Thou only Sovereign of my heart | | | | | | | |
353 | What though no buds [flowers] the fig tree bear [clothe] | | | | | | | |
354 | Behold what wondrous grace | | | | | | | |
355 | Sovereign of all the worlds on high | | | | | | | |
356 | And can my heart aspire so high | | | | | | | |
357 | My God, my Father, blissful [blessed] [cheering] name | | | | | | | |
358 | Whence do our mournful thoughts arise | | | | | | | |
359 | And art thou with us, gracious Lord | | | | | | | |
360 | Great Source of boundless power and grace | | | | | | | |
361 | O God of Bethel, by whose hand | | | | | | | |
362 | Your harps, ye [you] trembling [mourning] [tearful], saints | | | | | | | |
363 | Wait, my soul [heart] upon the Lord | | | | | | | |
364 | How oft have [hath] sin and Satan [nature] strove [striven] | | | | | | | |
365 | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
366 | Grace, like an uncorrupted seed | | | | | | | |
367 | Ye servants of the Lord | | | | | | | |
368 | Naked as from the earth we came | | | | | | | |
369 | O thou whose mercy guides my way | | | | | | | |
370 | It is the Lord, enthroned in light | | | | | | | |
371 | Since all the changing [coming] [downward] varying [various] scenes of time | | | | | | | |
372 | In thy rebuke, all gracious God | | | | | | | |
373 | O Lord, my best desire [desires] fulfill | | | | | | | |