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a190 | Ye saints attend the Saviour's voice | | | | | | | |
a191 | And may I hope that when no more | | | | | | | |
a192 | O my distrustful heart | | | | | | | |
a193 | Hark! for 'tis God's own Son that calls | | | | | | | |
a194 | Lord, hast thou made me know thy ways? | | | | | | | |
a195 | Jesus, my Saviour and my God | | | | | | | |
a196 | Blessed are the sons of God | | | | | | | |
a197 | My Saviour, let me hear thy voice | | | | | | | |
a198 | How oft, alas! this wretched heart | | | | | | | |
a199 | Great God of wonders all thy ways | | | | | | | |
a200 | Enslaved by sin and bound in chains | | | | | | | |
a201 | Where shall we sinners hide our heads | | | | | | | |
a202 | Now begin the heavenly theme | | | | | | | |
a203 | Hark, the voice of love and mercy | | | | | | | |
a204 | Jesus, thy blood and righteousness | | | | | | | |
a205 | How helpless guilty nature lies | | | | | | | |
a206 | Oh! if my soul was formed for woe | | | | | | | |
a207 | Jesus is our great salvation | | | | | | | |
a208 | Salvation O melodious sound | | | | | | | |
a209 | My soul, with joy attend | | | | | | | |
a210 | Behold the leperous Jew | | | | | | | |
a211 | Why, O my soul, these anxious cares | | | | | | | |
a212 | Dear Saviour we are thine | | | | | | | |
a213 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
a214 | An angry God, a Judge severe | | | | | | | |
a215 | God's holy law transgressed | | | | | | | |
a216 | When on Sinai's top I see | | | | | | | |
a217 | Wherewith O Lord, shall I draw near | | | | | | | |
a218 | When Jesus for his people died | | | | | | | |
a219 | Not by the law of innocence | | | | | | | |
a220 | Come sinners saith the mighty God | | | | | | | |
a221 | Jehovah speaks, seek ye my face | | | | | | | |
a222 | Sinners, the voice of God regard | | | | | | | |
a223 | Hasten, O, sinners, to be wise | | | | | | | |
a224 | Come weary souls, with sin distressed | | | | | | | |
a225 | Ye dying sons of men | | | | | | | |
a226 | Lord, how large thy bounties are | | | | | | | |
a227 | The Saviour calls, let every ear attend | | | | | | | |
a228 | Ye scarlet colored sinners, come | | | | | | | |
a229 | Lo wisdom stands with smiling face | | | | | | | |
a230 | I hear the counsel of a friend | | | | | | | |
a231 | When by the tempter's wiles betrayed | | | | | | | |
a232 | Afflicted soul, to Christ draw near | | | | | | | |
a233 | And art thou with us, gracious Lord | | | | | | | |
a234 | Kind are the words that Jesus speaks | | | | | | | |
a235 | My God!— how cheerful is the sound! | | | | | | | |
a236 | Ye little flock, whom Jesus feeds | | | | | | | |
a237 | Come, poor sinner, come and see | | | | | | | |
a238 | Come sinners come of every name | | | | | | | |
a239 | Come to the glorious gospel feast | | | | | | | |
a240 | From the cross uplifted high | | | | | | | |
a241 | Ho, everyone that thirsts, draw nigh | | | | | | | |
a242 | Hark, 'tis the Saviour 's voice I hear | | | | | | | |
a243 | How oft have sin and Satan strove | | | | | | | |
a244 | How sweet thy invitations be | | | | | | | |
a245 | Ho, ye who thirst! a living fount | | | | | | | |
a246 | Hungry, and faint and poor | | | | | | | |
a247 | Come, let us now unite to raise | | | | | | | |
a248 | With tearful eyes I look around | | | | | | | |
a249 | Prisoners of sin and Satan too | | | | | | | |
a250 | What cheering words are these | | | | | | | |
a251 | Why, mourning soul, why flow these tears | | | | | | | |
a252 | To God, my Saviour and my King | | | | | | | |
a253 | When some kind shepherd from his fold | | | | | | | |
a254 | As on the cross the Saviour hung | | | | | | | |
a255 | Lord, send thy word, and let it fly | | | | | | | |
a256 | Yes, we trust the day is breaking | | | | | | | |
a257 | No more, dear Saviour, will I boast | | | | | | | |
a258 | Jesus, we hang upon thy word | | | | | | | |
a259 | The love of the Spirit I sing | | | | | | | |
a260 | Come, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove | | | | | | | |
a261 | The blessed Spirit, like the wind | | | | | | | |
a262 | Blest Jesus, source of grace divine | | | | | | | |
a263 | As showers on meadows newly mown | | | | | | | |
a264 | Hear, gracious Sovereign, from thy throne | | | | | | | |
a265 | Eternal Spirit, Source of light | | | | | | | |
a266 | Come, Holy Spirit, come! | | | | | | | |
a267 | Emptied of earth, I fain would be | | | | | | | |
a268 | At anchor laid, remote from home | | | | | | | |
a269 | Dear Lord, and shall thy Spirit rest | | | | | | | |
a270 | My God, what silken cords are thine! | | | | | | | |
a271 | Come, Holy Spirit, come | | | | | | | |
a272 | Whatever prompts the soul to pride | | | | | | | |
a273 | Daniel's wisdom may I know, Stephen's faith | | | | | | | |
a274 | Fierce passions discompose the mind | | | | | | | |
a275 | How sweet, how heavenly is the sight | | | | | | | |
a276 | Mark, when tempestuous winds arise | | | | | | | |
a277 | Now whilst I try my heart | | | | | | | |
a278 | O for a heart to praise my God | | | | | | | |
a279 | Patience! O 'tis a grace divine | | | | | | | |
a280 | Sweet is the love that mutal glows | | | | | | | |
a281 | While I to grief my soul gave way | | | | | | | |
a282 | Wherefore should man, frail child of clay | | | | | | | |
a283 | Zeal is that pure and heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
a284 | Faith, 'tis a precious grace | | | | | | | |
a285 | Faith adds new charms to earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
a286 | Jesus, our souls' delightful choice | | | | | | | |
a287 | Encompassed with clouds of distress | | | | | | | |
a288 | From whence this fear and unbelief | | | | | | | |
a289 | The moment a sinner believes | | | | | | | |