# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
201 | How precious is the book divine | | | | | | | |
202 | The heavens declare thy glory, Lord | | | | | | | |
203 | The starry firmament on high | | | | | | | |
204 | How shall the young secure their hearts | | | | | | | |
205 | Lamp of our feet, whereby we trace | | | | | | | |
206 | Lord of all power and might | | | | | | | |
207 | The Church's one foundation | | | | | | | |
208 | I love Thy kingdom, Lord | | | | | | | |
209 | City of God, how broad and far | | | | | | | |
210 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
211 | Hear what God the Lord hath spoken | | | | | | | |
212 | Zion stands with hills surrounded | | | | | | | |
213 | Great God, attend, while Zion sings | | | | | | | |
214 | O where are the kings and empires now | | | | | | | |
215 | How pleasant, how divinely fair | | | | | | | |
216 | Arm of the Lord, awake, awake! | | | | | | | |
217 | Awake, Jerusalem, awake! | | | | | | | |
218 | God is the refuge of his saints | | | | | | | |
219 | Lord of the living harvest | | | | | | | |
220 | Jesus, the truth and power divine | | | | | | | |
221 | High on his everlasting throne | | | | | | | |
222 | Jesus, the name high over all | | | | | | | |
223 | Let Zion's watchman all awake | | | | | | | |
224 | How rich thy bounty, King of kings! | | | | | | | |
225 | Shall I for fear of feeble man | | | | | | | |
226 | We bid thee welcome in the name | | | | | | | |
227 | And let our bodies part | | | | | | | |
228 | Blest be the dear uniting love | | | | | | | |
229 | Come, Father, Son and Holy Ghost | | | | | | | |
230 | See Israel's gentle Shepherd stand | | | | | | | |
231 | O God, great Father, Lord and King! | | | | | | | |
232 | This child we dedicate to thee | | | | | | | |
233 | The king of heaven his table spreads | | | | | | | |
234 | According to thy gracious word | | | | | | | |
235 | Jesus spreads his banner o'er us | | | | | | | |
236 | If human kindness meets return | | | | | | | |
237 | Here, O my Lord, I see thee face to face | | | | | | | |
238 | Bread of the world, in mercy broken | | | | | | | |
239 | By Christ redeemed, in Christ restored | | | | | | | |
240 | "Till he come," O let the words | | | | | | | |
241 | Come, O thou all-victorious Lord | | | | | | | |
242 | Plunged in a gulf of dark despair | | | | | | | |
243 | What is the thing of greatest price | | | | | | | |
244 | Wherewith O Lord, shall I draw near | | | | | | | |
245 | Thou Son of God, whose flaming eyes | | | | | | | |
246 | Sinners, the voice of God regard | | | | | | | |
247 | Sinners, turn; why will ye die? | | | | | | | |
248 | Hasten, sinner, to be wise! | | | | | | | |
249 | Behold a Stranger at the door! | | | | | | | |
250 | O where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
251 | Haste, traveller, haste! the night comes on | | | | | | | |
252 | God calling yet! shall I not hear? | | | | | | | |
253 | Tomorrow, Lord, is thine | | | | | | | |
254 | While life prolongs its precious light | | | | | | | |
255 | Return, O wanderer, return | | | | | | | |
256 | Come sinners to the gospel feast | | | | | | | |
257 | Come, said Jesus' sacred voice | | | | | | | |
258 | Ho! everyone that thirsts, draw nigh | | | | | | | |
259 | Come, ye sinners, poor and needy | | | | | | | |
260 | Come, humble sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
261 | Come, every soul by sin oppressed | | | | | | | |
262 | Weary souls that wander wide | | | | | | | |
263 | Jesus, thou all-redeeming Lord | | | | | | | |
264 | O that I could repent | | | | | | | |
265 | O that I could repent! | | | | | | | |
266 | A broken heart, my God, my King | | | | | | | |
267 | Depth of mercy! can there be | | | | | | | |
268 | How sad our state by nature is! | | | | | | | |
269 | Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay | | | | | | | |
270 | Show pity Lord, O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
271 | Jesus, the sinner's Friend, to thee | | | | | | | |
272 | Just as I am, without one plea | | | | | | | |
273 | My soul before thee prostrate lies | | | | | | | |
274 | O for a glance of heav'nly day | | | | | | | |
275 | And can I yet delay | | | | | | | |
276 | Did Christ o'er sinners weep | | | | | | | |
277 | Father, I stretch my hands to thee | | | | | | | |
278 | O for that tenderness of heart | | | | | | | |
279 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me | | | | | | | |
280 | By thy birth, and by thy tears | | | | | | | |
281 | Long have I sat beneath the sound | | | | | | | |
282 | O Jesus, thou art standing | | | | | | | |
283 | Ah! whither should I go | | | | | | | |
284 | Weary of earth, and laden with my sin | | | | | | | |
285 | Approach, my soul, the mercy seat | | | | | | | |
286 | Faith is a living power from heaven | | | | | | | |
287 | Salvation! O the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
288 | Grace! 'tis a charming sound | | | | | | | |
289 | Of Him who did salvation bring | | | | | | | |
290 | How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound | | | | | | | |
291 | There is a fountain filled with blood | | | | | | | |
292 | O what amazing words of grace | | | | | | | |
293 | Art thou weary, art thou languid | | | | | | | |
294 | Blow ye the trumpet, blow! | | | | | | | |
295 | Come unto me, ye weary | | | | | | | |
296 | When time seems short and death is near | | | | | | | |
297 | Father of Jesus Christ, my Lord | | | | | | | |
298 | Author of faith, eternal Word | | | | | | | |
299 | Why should the children of a King | | | | | | | |
300 | I was a wandering sheep | | | | | | | |