# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
101 | My son, know thou the Lord | | | | | | | |
102 | O where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
103 | Did Christ o'er sinners weep | | | | | | | |
104 | Just as thou art, without one trace Of love or joy | | | | | | | |
105 | Just as I am, without one plea, But [Save] that thy blood | | | | | | | |
106 | Now the Savior stands [standeth] [standing] a-pleading [and pleading] | | | | | | | |
107 | One there is above all others, well [who] deserves | | | | | | | |
108 | Depth of mercy, can there be, Mercy still reserved for me? | | | | | | | |
109 | Haste [Hasten], [O] sinner [sinners] [now] to be wise | | | | | | | |
110 | Sinner, rouse thee from thy sleep | | | | | | | |
111 | When thy mortal life is fled | | | | | | | |
112 | Come, saith [said] [says] Jesus' sacred voice | | | | | | | |
113 | Come ye [you] sinners, poor and wretched [needy], Weak and wounded | | | | | | | |
114 | Sinner [sinners], will you [ye] scorn [slight] the message | | | | | | | |
115 | Hear, O sinner, mercy hails [calls] you | | | | | | | |
116 | Why will ye [you] waste on trifling cares | | | | | | | |
117 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
118 | Sinner [sinners] turn, why will ye [you] die | | | | | | | |
119 | Hearts of stone, relent, relent | | | | | | | |
120 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
121 | Jesus, let thy pitying eye | | | | | | | |
122 | Today the Savior calls, ye wanderers come | | | | | | | |
123 | Return, O wanderer, return [Return, return, now wanderer] | | | | | | | |
124 | With broken heart and contrite sigh | | | | | | | |
125 | While life prolongs its precious light | | | | | | | |
126 | Lord, we are vile, conceived in sin | | | | | | | |
127 | Hark, the gospel trumpet sounding, Hear its echo | | | | | | | |
128 | I was a wandering sheep | | | | | | | |
129 | Christ the [our] Lord is [has] risen today, [Alleluia] [Sons of men] | | | | | | | |
130 | Mary to her [the] Savior's tomb | | | | | | | |
131 | Hark, the herald angels sing, glory to the newborn King | | | | | | | |
132 | Now begin the heavenly theme | | | | | | | |
133 | O could I speak the matchless worth | | | | | | | |
134 | Hark, the voice of love and mercy | | | | | | | |
135 | O Thou God of my salvation | | | | | | | |
136 | Morning breaks upon the tomb | | | | | | | |
137 | Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave | | | | | | | |
138 | In the cross of Christ I [we] glory, towering | | | | | | | |
139 | Hark, what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
140 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
141 | Of him who did salvation bring I could for ever think and sing | | | | | | | |
142 | 'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
143 | Jesus, thy blood and righteousness | | | | | | | |
144 | ôTis finished, so the Savior cried, and meekly | | | | | | | |
145 | I need thee, precious Jesus [Jesu], for I am full of sin | | | | | | | |
146 | I lay my sins on Jesus | | | | | | | |
147 | Behold the Savior of mankind | | | | | | | |
148 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
149 | I know that my Redeemer lives, what joy the blest | | | | | | | |
150 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
151 | Hail the blest morn when [see] the great Mediator | | | | | | | |
152 | He dies, the friend of sinners dies | | | | | | | |
153 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
154 | O thou to whose all searching sight | | | | | | | |
155 | Jesus, my Advocate above | | | | | | | |
156 | Our sins on Christ were laid | | | | | | | |
157 | Grace, 'tis a charming [cheering] [joyful] [pleasing] sound | | | | | | | |
158 | Here will I ever lie, And tell thee | | | | | | | |
159 | The Lord is risen indeed | | | | | | | |
160 | I close my heavy [weary] eye | | | | | | | |
161 | Majestic sweetness sits enthroned upon the Savior's brow | | | | | | | |
162 | Oppressed with noonday's scorching heat | | | | | | | |
163 | O 'tis delight, without alloy | | | | | | | |
164 | Salvation, O the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
165 | Must Jesus bear the [his] cross alone | | | | | | | |
166 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
167 | My Savior, my almighty Friend | | | | | | | |
168 | And can mine eyes, without a tear | | | | | | | |
169 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
170 | I'm not ashamed to own my [the] Lord | | | | | | | |
171 | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? | | | | | | | |
172 | And did the Holy and the Just | | | | | | | |
173 | Plunged in a [the] gulf of dark [deep] despair | | | | | | | |
174 | With joy we meditate the [thy] grace | | | | | | | |
175 | Glory to thee, my [our] God [O Lord], this night [day] | | | | | | | |
176 | My God, how endless [lasting] is thy love | | | | | | | |
177 | How do thy mercies close me round? | | | | | | | |
178 | O Lord, thy heavenly grace impart | | | | | | | |
179 | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
180 | We meet upon this lonely shore | | | | | | | |
181 | Dear refuge of my [the] weary soul, On thee, when sorows rise | | | | | | | |
182 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
183 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
184 | When all thy [your] mercies, O my [our] God [gracious Lord] | | | | | | | |
185 | In mercy, Lord, remember me | | | | | | | |
186 | Once more, my soul, the rising day salutes thy waking eyes | | | | | | | |
187 | Sweet is the prayer, whose holy stream | | | | | | | |
188 | See Isr'l's gentle Shepherd stand [stands] | | | | | | | |
189 | While thee I [we] seek, protecting power | | | | | | | |
190 | Thou, Lord of life, whose tender care | | | | | | | |
191 | Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high | | | | | | | |
192 | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
193 | Another day is past, the hours | | | | | | | |
194 | The pity of the Lord | | | | | | | |
195 | Jesus, while our hearts are bleeding | | | | | | | |
196 | Savior, breathe an evening blessing | | | | | | | |
197 | Fade, fade, each earthly joy | | | | | | | |
198 | Jesus loves me, this I know, For the Bible | | | | | | | |
199 | Wait, my soul [heart] upon the Lord | | | | | | | |
200 | Softly now the light of day | | | | | | | |