# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
298 | The Canaanites still in the land | | | | | | | |
299 | If but a single moment's space | | | | | | | |
300 | How simple are thy children, Lord | | | | | | | |
301 | Well; at length I plainly see | | | | | | | |
302 | If unto Jesus thou art bound | | | | | | | |
303 | Jesus, Lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
304 | Lord, what a riddle is my soul! | | | | | | | |
305 | The souls that would to Jesus press | | | | | | | |
307 | And must it, Lord, be so? | | | | | | | |
308a | Wide is the gate of death | | | | | | | |
308b | If this be, Lord, thy way | | | | | | | |
309 | How strange is the course that a Christian must steer | | | | | | | |
310 | Lord, when thy Spirit descends to show | | | | | | | |
311 | Whoe'er believes aright | | | | | | | |
312 | Ye tempted souls, reflect | | | | | | | |
313 | What tongue can fully tell | | | | | | | |
314 | How sore a plague is sin | | | | | | | |
315 | Righteous are the works of God | | | | | | | |
316 | O! for a glance of heavenly day | | | | | | | |
317 | From heaven the sinning angels fell | | | | | | | |
318 | God of eternal love | | | | | | | |
319 | How light, while supported by grace | | | | | | | |
320 | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
321 | My soul, Lord, inflame with zeal from above | | | | | | | |
322 | My soul, now arise, my passions take wing | | | | | | | |
323 | When darkness long has veil'd my mind | | | | | | | |
324 | Though troubles assail, and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
325 | For ever blessed be the Lord | | | | | | | |
326 | Let me but hear my Saviour say | | | | | | | |
327 | Whence do our mournful thoughts arise? | | | | | | | |
328 | Afflicted saint to Christ draw near | | | | | | | |
329 | How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
330 | Your harps, ye trembling saints | | | | | | | |
331 | Beset with snares on every hand | | | | | | | |
332 | Now let the feeble all be strong | | | | | | | |
333 | O my soul, what means this sadness? | | | | | | | |
334 | Behold, from the desert of sin | | | | | | | |
335 | Poor angry bosom, hush | | | | | | | |
336 | When I can sit at Jesus' feet | | | | | | | |
337 | From Egypt, lately freed | | | | | | | |
338 | By whom was David taught | | | | | | | |
339 | O, my distrustful heart | | | | | | | |
340 | A debtor to mercy alone | | | | | | | |
341 | Lord, hast thou made me know thy ways? | | | | | | | |
342 | Christ is mine, and I am his | | | | | | | |
343 | If Jesus is ours, we have a true Friend | | | | | | | |
344 | For us the dear Redeemer died | | | | | | | |
345 | My soul, with joy attend | | | | | | | |
346 | A sovereign Protector I have | | | | | | | |
347 | Lord, how many are my foes! | | | | | | | |
348 | Thy purchased people, gracious Lamb | | | | | | | |
349 | Jesus, Shepherd of thy people | | | | | | | |
350 | Ye pilgrims of Zion, and chosen of God | | | | | | | |
351 | The sinner that by precious faith | | | | | | | |
352 | The moon and stars shall lose their light | | | | | | | |
353 | Mistaken men may browl | | | | | | | |
354 | Firm as the earth thy gospel stands | | | | | | | |
355 | The God I trust is true and just | | | | | | | |
356 | Does the gospel-word proclaim | | | | | | | |
357 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
358 | God thus commanded Jacob's seed | | | | | | | |
359 | How charming is the place | | | | | | | |
360 | God in his earthly temple lays | | | | | | | |
361 | How did my heart rejoice to hear | | | | | | | |
362 | How pleased and blest was I | | | | | | | |
363 | We are a garden wall'd around | | | | | | | |
364 | Happy the church, thou sacred place | | | | | | | |
365 | Where shall we go to seek and find | | | | | | | |
366 | The Lord in Zion placed his name | | | | | | | |
367 | Great God! thy glory and thy love | | | | | | | |
368 | O Lord, descend and fill this place | | | | | | | |
369 | How pleasant, how divinely fair | | | | | | | |
370 | Great God! attend, while Zion sings | | | | | | | |
371 | How pleasant is the gate | | | | | | | |
372 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
373 | With heavenly power, O Lord, defend | | | | | | | |
374 | Send help, O Lord, we pray | | | | | | | |
375 | Our Jesus freely did appear | | | | | | | |
376 | Lord, I cannot let thee go | | | | | | | |
377 | My soul, take courage from the Lord | | | | | | | |
378 | A beggar poor, at mercy's door | | | | | | | |
379 | Come, my soul, thy suit prepare | | | | | | | |
380 | O Jesus, thou fountain of grace | | | | | | | |
381 | Thy mansion is the Christian's heart | | | | | | | |
382 | Dear Lord! to us assembled here | | | | | | | |
383 | Wherewith shall we approach the Lord | | | | | | | |
384 | Regard, great God! my mournful prayer | | | | | | | |
385 | Hear, gracious God, a sinner's cry | | | | | | | |
386 | Weary of earth, myself, and sin | | | | | | | |
387 | How sweet to wait upon the Lord | | | | | | | |
388 | Approach, my soul, the mercy seat | | | | | | | |
389 | Draw my soul to thee, my Lord | | | | | | | |
390 | Jesus, let thy pitying eye | | | | | | | |
391 | Jesus, Friend of sinners, hear | | | | | | | |
392 | How oft, alas, this wretched heart | | | | | | | |
393 | A crumb of mercy, Lord, I crave | | | | | | | |
394 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
395 | Behold the Throne of Grace | | | | | | | |
396 | Could the creatures help or ease us | | | | | | | |
397 | In themselves as weak as worms | | | | | | | |