# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
301 | Arise, my tend'rest thoughts, arise | | | | | | | |
302 | Thou Son of God, whose flaming eyes | | | | | | | |
303 | What is the thing of greatest price | | | | | | | |
304 | Come, O thou all-victorious Lord | | | | | | | |
305 | Jesus, Redeemer of mankind | | | | | | | |
306 | Jesus, thou all-redeeming Lord | | | | | | | |
307 | Jesus, thy blessings are not few | | | | | | | |
308 | Author of faith, to thee I cry | | | | | | | |
309 | Jesus, my Advocate above | | | | | | | |
310 | Show pity Lord, O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
311 | Long have I sat beneath the sound | | | | | | | |
312 | In evil long I took delight | | | | | | | |
313 | O for that tenderness of heart | | | | | | | |
314 | Father, I wait before thy throne | | | | | | | |
315 | Father, behold with gracious eyes | | | | | | | |
316 | O that I could repent | | | | | | | |
317 | O that I could repent! | | | | | | | |
318 | Just as I am, without one plea | | | | | | | |
319 | Did Christ o'er sinners weep | | | | | | | |
320 | Late, late, so late! and dark the night, and chill! | | | | | | | |
321 | Wherewith O Lord, shall I draw near | | | | | | | |
322 | God is in this and every place | | | | | | | |
323 | Long have I seemed to serve thee, Lord | | | | | | | |
324 | A broken heart, my God, my King | | | | | | | |
325 | Lord, we are vile, conceived in sin | | | | | | | |
326 | When, rising from the bed of death | | | | | | | |
327 | O for a glance of heav'nly day | | | | | | | |
328 | Lord, I despair myself to heal | | | | | | | |
329 | When shall thy love constrain | | | | | | | |
330 | And can I yet delay | | | | | | | |
331 | Ah! whither should I go | | | | | | | |
332 | O my offended God | | | | | | | |
333 | Father, if I may call thee so | | | | | | | |
334 | Jesus, the sinner's Friend, to thee | | | | | | | |
335 | Jesus, thy far-extended fame | | | | | | | |
336 | O thou, whom once they flocked to hear! | | | | | | | |
337 | When, gracious Lord, when shall it be | | | | | | | |
338 | O that I could my Lord receive | | | | | | | |
339 | Jesus, if still thou art to-day | | | | | | | |
340 | With glorious clouds encompassed round | | | | | | | |
341 | While dead in trespasses I lie | | | | | | | |
342 | I ask the gift of righteousness | | | | | | | |
343 | How sad our state by nature is! | | | | | | | |
344 | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? | | | | | | | |
345 | Father, I stretch my hands to thee | | | | | | | |
346 | Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat | | | | | | | |
347 | With tearful eyes I look around | | | | | | | |
348 | By thy birth and by thy tears | | | | | | | |
349 | Prostrate, dear Jesus, at thy feet | | | | | | | |
350 | Jesus, my all, to heav'n is gone | | | | | | | |
351 | Jesus, my Lord, attend | | | | | | | |
352 | O for the happy days gone by | | | | | | | |
353 | As pants the hart for cooling streams | | | | | | | |
354 | Jesus, Lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
355 | Let the world their virtue boast | | | | | | | |
356 | O Love divine, how sweet thou art! | | | | | | | |
357 | Thou great mysterious God unknown | | | | | | | |
358 | O thou who hast our sorrows borne | | | | | | | |
359 | Jesus, answer from above | | | | | | | |
360 | Come, O thou Traveller unknown | | | | | | | |
361 | Yield to me now, for I am weak | | | | | | | |
362 | 'Tis a thing I long to know | | | | | | | |
363 | Saviour, I now with shame confess | | | | | | | |
364 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
365 | Jesus, the all-restoring Word | | | | | | | |
366 | Jesus, let thy pitying eye | | | | | | | |
367 | O Thou, whose mercy hears | | | | | | | |
368 | Depth of mercy! can there be | | | | | | | |
369 | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
370 | O Thou, in whose presence my soul takes delight | | | | | | | |
371 | How shall a lost sinner, in pain | | | | | | | |
372 | And wilt thou yet be found? | | | | | | | |
373 | O Jesus! full of grace | | | | | | | |
374 | O for a thousand tongues to sing | | | | | | | |
375 | Jesus, thou everlasting king | | | | | | | |
376 | Jesus, thy blood and righteousness | | | | | | | |
377 | Author of faith, eternal Word | | | | | | | |
378 | Now have I found the ground wherein | | | | | | | |
379 | O blessed souls are they | | | | | | | |
380 | How can a sinner know | | | | | | | |
381 | Not with our mortal eyes | | | | | | | |
382 | Behold! what wondrous grace | | | | | | | |
383 | We by his Spirit prove | | | | | | | |
384 | Awaked by Sinai's awful sound | | | | | | | |
385 | Hark, my soul! it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
386 | Arise, my soul, arise | | | | | | | |
387 | Who can describe the joys that rise | | | | | | | |
388 | O 'tis delight without alloy | | | | | | | |
389 | O thou God of my salvation | | | | | | | |
390 | What shall I do my God to love? | | | | | | | |
391 | Vain, delusive world, adièu | | | | | | | |
392 | Joy is a fruit that will not grow | | | | | | | |
393 | Let worldly minds the world pursue | | | | | | | |
394 | I thirst, thou wounded Lamb of God | | | | | | | |
395 | How can it be, thou heavenly King | | | | | | | |
396 | Happy the man that finds the grace | | | | | | | |
397 | Lord, how secure and blest are they | | | | | | | |
398 | My faith looks up to thee | | | | | | | |
399 | How happy are the new-born race | | | | | | | |
400 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |