# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
202 | To God the only wise | | | | | | | |
203 | Come, we that love the Lord | | | | | | | |
204 | O happy soul that lives on high! | | | | | | | |
205 | Honor and happiness unite | | | | | | | |
206 | Indulgent God, to thee I raise | | | | | | | |
207 | Lord, how secure and blest are they | | | | | | | |
208 | Thrice happy man whose heart is stay'd | | | | | | | |
209 | Repent, the voice celestial cries | | | | | | | |
210 | Is this the kind return | | | | | | | |
211 | O if my soul was form'd for woe | | | | | | | |
212 | And are we wretches yet alive? | | | | | | | |
213 | Alas, and did my Saviour bleed | | | | | | | |
214 | Lord! shed a beam of heavenly day | | | | | | | |
215 | Prostrate dear Jesus at thy feet | | | | | | | |
216 | Pity a helpless sinner, Lord | | | | | | | |
217 | As once the Saviour took his seat | | | | | | | |
218 | Father of mercies, God of love! | | | | | | | |
219 | Lord, at thy feet I prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
220 | Faith!—'tis a precious grace | | | | | | | |
221 | Mistaken souls! that dream of heav'n | | | | | | | |
222 | Begone, unbelief! my Saviour is near | | | | | | | |
223 | Not all the blood of beasts | | | | | | | |
224 | Faith is the brightest evidence | | | | | | | |
225 | Blest is the memory of the just | | | | | | | |
226 | Faith adds new charms to earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
227 | Jesus, our soul's delightful choice | | | | | | | |
228 | Your harps, ye trembling saints | | | | | | | |
229 | The moment a sinner believes | | | | | | | |
230 | Our Father, thron'd in heav'n divine | | | | | | | |
231 | Where is my God? does he retire | | | | | | | |
232 | Pray'r is the soul's sincere desire | | | | | | | |
233 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
234 | Pray'r was appointed to convey | | | | | | | |
235 | The Lord, who truly knows the heart | | | | | | | |
236 | When Hannah pressed with grief | | | | | | | |
237 | I asked the Lord that I might grow | | | | | | | |
238 | Approach, my soul, the mercy seat | | | | | | | |
239 | O thou from whom all goodness flows | | | | | | | |
240 | Twas the commission of our Lord | | | | | | | |
241 | Thus saith the mercy of the Lord | | | | | | | |
242 | The Saviour, with inviting voice | | | | | | | |
243 | Behold what condescending love | | | | | | | |
244 | Attend, ye children of your [our] God | | | | | | | |
245 | Twas on that dark, that doleful night | | | | | | | |
246 | To Jesus our exalted Lord | | | | | | | |
247 | What strange perplexities arise | | | | | | | |
248 | Eternal King, enthroned above | | | | | | | |
249 | The broken bread, the blessed cup | | | | | | | |
250 | Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor | | | | | | | |
251 | The king of heaven his table spreads | | | | | | | |
252 | Jesus invites his saints | | | | | | | |
253 | How condescending, and how kind | | | | | | | |
254 | Here at thy table, Lord, we meet to feed | | | | | | | |
255 | How rich are thy provisions, Lord | | | | | | | |
256 | At thy command, our dearest Lord, | | | | | | | |
257 | Let us adore the eternal word | | | | | | | |
258 | The blest memorials of thy grief | | | | | | | |
259 | Jesus, once for sinners slain | | | | | | | |
260 | Lord, at thy table I behold | | | | | | | |
261 | Come, let us join our cheerful songs | | | | | | | |
262 | Thus saith the first, the great command | | | | | | | |
263 | The law of God is just | | | | | | | |
264 | Raise, thoughtless sinners, raise then eye | | | | | | | |
265 | O Lord, my soul convicted stands | | | | | | | |
266 | Yes, I would love thee, blessed God! | | | | | | | |
267 | Happy the heart where graces reign | | | | | | | |
268 | Thou lovely Source of true delight | | | | | | | |
269 | Do not I love thee, O my Lord? | | | | | | | |
270 | Hark, my soul, it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
271 | The holy law, to Israel giv'n | | | | | | | |
272 | Father of mercies, send thy grace | | | | | | | |
273 | Aloud we sing the wondrous grace | | | | | | | |
274 | Let Pharisees of high esteem | | | | | | | |
275 | How sweet, how heav'nly is the sight | | | | | | | |
276 | Blest be the tie that binds | | | | | | | |
277 | Ye servants of the Lord | | | | | | | |
278 | Alas what hourly dangers rise | | | | | | | |
279 | Blest be the tie that binds | | | | | | | |
280 | Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears | | | | | | | |
281 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
282 | Hark! 'tis our heav'nly Leader's voice | | | | | | | |
283 | Awake, my soul, lift up thine eyes | | | | | | | |
284 | My soul, be on thy guard | | | | | | | |
285 | O time, how few thy value weigh | | | | | | | |
286 | The time is short the season near | | | | | | | |
287 | God of eternity, from thee | | | | | | | |
288 | Thee we adore, eternal name | | | | | | | |
289 | Few are thy days, and full of wo | | | | | | | |
290 | Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound | | | | | | | |
291 | Hear what the voice from heaven declares | | | | | | | |
292 | Why should we start and fear to die | | | | | | | |
293 | In vain my fancy strives to paint | | | | | | | |
294 | Happy soul, thy days are ended | | | | | | | |
295 | Death may dissolve my body now | | | | | | | |
296 | Death cannot make our souls afraid | | | | | | | |
297 | Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims | | | | | | | |
298 | The grave is now a favored spot | | | | | | | |
299 | Death, 'tis a melancholy day | | | | | | | |
300 | Stoop down, my thoughts | | | | | | | |
301 | Alas how changed that lovely flow'r | | | | | | | |