# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
797 | Now from the garden to the cross | | | | | | | |
798 | Faith in Jesus can repel | | | | | | | |
799 | Man, bewail thy situation | | | | | | | |
800 | Dark is he whose eye's not single | | | | | | | |
801 | Bless the Lord, my soul, and raise | | | | | | | |
802 | Jesus, while he dwelt below | | | | | | | |
803a | The things on earth which men esteem | | | | | | | |
803b | And did the darling Son of God | | | | | | | |
804 | Ye lambs of Christ's fold, ye weaklings in faith | | | | | | | |
805 | Of all the creatures God has made | | | | | | | |
806 | Christ is the Friend of sinners | | | | | | | |
807 | My brethren, why these anxious fears | | | | | | | |
808 | Lord, look on all assembled here | | | | | | | |
809 | Is, then, the law of God untrue | | | | | | | |
810 | To you, who stand in Christ so fast | | | | | | | |
811 | Though void of all that's good | | | | | | | |
812 | Whene'er I make some sudden stop | | | | | | | |
813 | King Hezekiah lay diseased | | | | | | | |
814 | Brethren, why toil ye thus for toys | | | | | | | |
815 | Jesus, when on the bloody tree | | | | | | | |
816 | When is it Christians all agree | | | | | | | |
817 | And now the work is done | | | | | | | |
818 | The King of heaven a feast has made | | | | | | | |
819 | This is the day the lord has made | | | | | | | |
820 | Glory to God on high | | | | | | | |
821 | Father of heaven, almighty King | | | | | | | |
822 | The blest memorials of thy grief | | | | | | | |
823 | Hail, thou Bridegroom, bruised to death | | | | | | | |
824 | Oh! that our flinty hearts would melt | | | | | | | |
825 | Lord, send thy Spirit down | | | | | | | |
826 | O how good our gracious God is! | | | | | | | |
827 | Suff'ring Saviour, Lamb of God | | | | | | | |
828 | The tender mercies of the Lord | | | | | | | |
829 | That doleful night before his death | | | | | | | |
830 | Jesus, once for sinners slain | | | | | | | |
831 | The God that first us chose | | | | | | | |
832 | The men that fear the Lord | | | | | | | |
833 | Thy mercy, Lord, we praise | | | | | | | |
834 | While heavenly hosts their anthems sing | | | | | | | |
835 | Deep in a cold, a joyless cell | | | | | | | |
836 | Believer, lift thy drooping head | | | | | | | |
837 | Repent, ye sons of men, repent | | | | | | | |
838 | Lord, hear a restless wretch's groans | | | | | | | |
839 | Ye sons of men, the warning take | | | | | | | |
840 | Vain man, thy fond pursuits forbear | | | | | | | |
841 | Ye bold blaspheming souls | | | | | | | |
842 | The spirits of the just | | | | | | | |
843 | Christians, view this solemn scene | | | | | | | |
844 | Fountain of life, who gav'st us breath | | | | | | | |
845 | The praise of Christ, ye Christians sound | | | | | | | |
846 | Awake, ye sleeping souls, awake | | | | | | | |
847 | Behold! with awful pomp | | | | | | | |
848 | Sinner, that slumb'rest on the brink | | | | | | | |
849 | The devil can self-denial use | | | | | | | |
850 | Ye souls that trust in Christ rejoice | | | | | | | |
851 | When filthy passions or unjust | | | | | | | |
852 | Vain man, to boast forbear | | | | | | | |
853 | Zeal extinguish'd to a sprak | | | | | | | |
854 | Jesus, Lord of life and peace | | | | | | | |
855 | God is a high and holy God | | | | | | | |
856 | We sing thy praise, exalted Lamb | | | | | | | |
857 | Jesus Christ, God's holy Lamb | | | | | | | |
858 | Backsliding souls, return to God | | | | | | | |
859 | Deserters, to the camp return | | | | | | | |
860 | From poisonous errors, pleasing cheats | | | | | | | |
861 | Poor sinner, come, cast off thy fear | | | | | | | |
862 | Father of heaven, we thee address | | | | | | | |
863 | By what amazing ways | | | | | | | |
864 | Holy Ghost, inspire our praises | | | | | | | |
865 | Guardian of thy helpless sheep | | | | | | | |
866 | Father, ere we hence depart | | | | | | | |
867 | O praise the Lord, ye heavenly hosts! | | | | | | | |
868 | To the great Godhead, Father, son | | | | | | | |
869 | Give glory to God, Ye children of men | | | | | | | |
870 | We laud thy name, Almighty Lord | | | | | | | |
871 | Happy the man that bears the stroke | | | | | | | |
872 | Gold in the furnace tried | | | | | | | |
873 | To thee, my God, I make my plaint | | | | | | | |
874 | Lord, if with thee part I bear | | | | | | | |
875 | Jesus, to thee I make my moan | | | | | | | |
876 | When the chosen tribes debated | | | | | | | |
877 | Christians, in your several stations | | | | | | | |
878 | Say, Christian, wouldst thou thrive | | | | | | | |
879 | Take heed, ye Christians, how ye hear | | | | | | | |
880 | Remember, man, thy birth | | | | | | | |
881 | Lukewarm souls, the foe grows stronger | | | | | | | |
882 | Prayer was appointed to convey | | | | | | | |