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101 | Say, sinner, hath a voice within | | | | | | | |
102 | Stop, poor sinners, stop and think | | | | | | | |
103 | See in the vineyard of the Lord | | | | | | | |
104 | Sinner, O why so thoughtless grown! | | | | | | | |
105 | The voice that bids us all repent | | | | | | | |
106 | And canst thou, sinner, slight | | | | | | | |
107 | The Saviour calls--let ev'ry ear | | | | | | | |
108 | Come, weary souls, with sin distrest | | | | | | | |
109 | Come, sinners, to the Gospel feast | | | | | | | |
110 | As the serpent, rais'd by Moses | | | | | | | |
111 | Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor | | | | | | | |
112 | And will the Lord thus condescend | | | | | | | |
113 | Ho! every one that thirsts, draw nigh | | | | | | | |
114 | Ye hearts, with youthful vigour warm | | | | | | | |
115 | Ho! all ye trembling sinners, hear | | | | | | | |
116 | Come humble sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
117 | Come, ye sinners, poor and needy | | | | | | | |
118 | Let us adore the grace that seeks | | | | | | | |
119 | Blow ye the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
120 | Why, mourning soul, why flow these tears? | | | | | | | |
121 | Now is th' accepted time | | | | | | | |
122 | Peace, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan | | | | | | | |
123 | Now begin the heav'nly theme | | | | | | | |
124 | Sinners, turn, why will ye die? | | | | | | | |
125 | From the cross uplifted high | | | | | | | |
126 | Come, ye weary sinners, come | | | | | | | |
127 | The Lord will happiness divine | | | | | | | |
128 | My former hopes are dead | | | | | | | |
129 | How sad our state by nature is! | | | | | | | |
130 | Saviour, Prince, enthron'd above | | | | | | | |
131 | Let the world their virtue boast | | | | | | | |
132 | Beside the gospel pool | | | | | | | |
133 | Lord, at thy feet in dust I lie | | | | | | | |
134 | Behold a sinner, dearest Lord | | | | | | | |
135 | Can such a wretch for pardon sue! | | | | | | | |
136 | Father of Jesus Christ, the Just | | | | | | | |
137 | O that I could repent | | | | | | | |
138 | Lord! thou know'st my wretched case | | | | | | | |
139 | O thou meek and gentle Lamb! | | | | | | | |
140 | Lord, at thy feet I prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
141 | The Lord of life, the Saviour dies | | | | | | | |
142 | Approach, my soul! the mercy-seat | | | | | | | |
143 | O Lord, my God, in mercy turn | | | | | | | |
144 | Father, I stretch my hands to thee | | | | | | | |
145 | Oh thou, whose tender mercy hears | | | | | | | |
146 | Heal us, Immanuel; here we stand | | | | | | | |
147 | Though I have griev'd thy Spirit, Lord | | | | | | | |
148 | How oft, alas! this wretched heart | | | | | | | |
149 | How long, thou faithful God, shall I | | | | | | | |
150 | O that my load of sin were gone! | | | | | | | |
151 | Guilty and vile, before my God | | | | | | | |
152 | I own my guilt, my sins confess | | | | | | | |
153 | Great God! to thee I make | | | | | | | |
154 | Would Jesus have the sinner die? | | | | | | | |
155 | Ah wretched, vile ungrateful heart | | | | | | | |
156 | O for a glance of heav'nly day | | | | | | | |
157 | When his lost sheep the shepherd finds | | | | | | | |
158 | My God, permit me not to be | | | | | | | |
159 | Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay | | | | | | | |
160 | I'll praise my Maker with my breath | | | | | | | |
161 | Come, ye that love the Lord | | | | | | | |
162 | Jesus, I love thy charming name | | | | | | | |
163 | What shall I do my God to love! | | | | | | | |
164 | While here on earth I'm call'd to stay | | | | | | | |
165 | O thou God of my salvation | | | | | | | |
166 | What am I, O thou glorious God! | | | | | | | |
167 | Joy is a fruit that will not grow | | | | | | | |
168 | Come, every pious heart | | | | | | | |
169 | How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
170 | For mercies countless as the sands | | | | | | | |
171 | What sinners value I resign | | | | | | | |
172 | O my soul, what means this sadness? | | | | | | | |
173 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
174 | With all my pow'rs of heart and tongue | | | | | | | |
175 | Come, let us join our cheerful songs | | | | | | | |
176 | All hail, the great Immanuel's name! | | | | | | | |
177 | This God is the God we adore | | | | | | | |
178 | By Faith we are come to our permanent home | | | | | | | |
179 | Though troubles assail, and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
180 | Thou hidden source of calm repose | | | | | | | |
181 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
182 | Thou only Sov'reign of my heart | | | | | | | |
183 | To Jesus, the crown of my hope | | | | | | | |
184 | Lord, with glowing heart I'd praise thee | | | | | | | |
185 | Ye servants of God | | | | | | | |
186 | Awake, and sing the song | | | | | | | |
187[188] | Honour and happiness unite | | | | | | | |
188 | Beset with snares on ev'ry hand | | | | | | | |
189 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
190 | Jesus! and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
191 | I send the joys of earth away | | | | | | | |
192 | Let worldly minds the world pursue | | | | | | | |
193 | What thousands never knew the road! | | | | | | | |
194 | How vain are all things here below! | | | | | | | |
195 | Ye glitt'ring toys of earth, adieu! | | | | | | | |
196 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
197 | Jesus, my strength, my hope | | | | | | | |
198 | O gracious God, in whom I live | | | | | | | |
199 | Our heavenly Father's piercing eye | | | | | | | |
200 | When sins and fears prevailing rise | | | | | | | |