# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
201 | Delay not, delay not: O sinner [drunkard] draw near | | | | | | | |
202 | Stop, poor sinner [sinners], stop and think | | | | | | | |
203 | Behold, a stragner at the door: | | | | | | | |
204 | Come, ye weary, heavy laden | | | | | | | |
205 | Child of sin and sorrow, Filled with dismay | | | | | | | |
206 | Acquaint thyself quickly, O sinner, with God | | | | | | | |
207 | I'll to the gracious King approach | | | | | | | |
208 | Drooping souls, no longer mourn, Jesus still | | | | | | | |
209 | Now the Savior stands [standeth] [standing] a-pleading [and pleading] | | | | | | | |
210 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
211 | To thee, my God and Savior | | | | | | | |
212 | Whene'er I take my walks abroad | | | | | | | |
213 | Do good, do good, there's ever a way | | | | | | | |
214 | Our Jesus, before he went home | | | | | | | |
215 | God instructs to all talents few or many | | | | | | | |
216 | Go ye to the land of the cedar and vine | | | | | | | |
217 | Shout the tidings of salvation to the aged and the young | | | | | | | |
218 | Jesus, in Christian love we meet | | | | | | | |
219 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
220 | When shall the voice of singing flow | | | | | | | |
221 | From the wide, far stretching prairies | | | | | | | |
222 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
223 | Now be the gospel banner | | | | | | | |
224 | The Prince of salvation in triumph is riding | | | | | | | |
225 | Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning! | | | | | | | |
226 | Wake the song of jubilee | | | | | | | |
227 | Rejoice, rejoice, the promised time is coming | | | | | | | |
228 | Blow ye [you] the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
229 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
230 | From all that [who] dwell [dwells] below the [in earth and] skies | | | | | | | |
231 | Let the song of praise and gladness | | | | | | | |
232 | Let gratitude waken the song | | | | | | | |
233 | Go, when the morning shineth | | | | | | | |
234 | Just as thou art, without one trace Of love or joy | | | | | | | |
235 | Just as I am without one plea | | | | | | | |
236 | O Thou, whose tender mercy hears | | | | | | | |
237 | Jesus, who knows full well | | | | | | | |
238 | 'Tis religion that can give sweetest pleasures | | | | | | | |
239 | Nay, I cannot let thee go | | | | | | | |
240 | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? | | | | | | | |
241 | Must Jesus bear the [his] cross alone | | | | | | | |
242 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
243 | Hark! those happy voices, saying, | | | | | | | |
244 | Grace, 'tis a charming [cheering] [joyful] [pleasing] sound | | | | | | | |
245 | Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, That saved | | | | | | | |
246 | Hail, my ever blessed Jesus | | | | | | | |
247 | Come, saith [said] [says] Jesus' sacred voice | | | | | | | |
248 | Come hither, all ye [you] weary souls | | | | | | | |
249 | How charming the thought that the spirits in bliss | | | | | | | |
250 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
251 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
252 | Majestic sweetness sits enthroned upon the Savior's brow | | | | | | | |
253 | O there will be mourning | | | | | | | |
254 | O 'tis in the [this] land of the Bible we love | | | | | | | |
255 | Hail the armed and marshalled band | | | | | | | |
256 | To hear redemption's sacred story | | | | | | | |
257 | All hail to Christ our King | | | | | | | |
258 | Go into every street and lane | | | | | | | |
259 | Upon the waters cast thy bread | | | | | | | |
260 | Go sow thy seed on the mountain's top | | | | | | | |
261 | Sow in the morn thy [the] seed, At eve | | | | | | | |
262 | He that [who] goeth forth with weeping, Bearing [sowing] precious seed in love | | | | | | | |
263 | Toil on teachers, toil on boldly | | | | | | | |
264 | Grace shall our souls inspire | | | | | | | |
265 | The mercy of Jesus has brought us once more | | | | | | | |
266 | While the heavenly seed we're sowing | | | | | | | |
267 | When Sabbath's hallowed morn I meet | | | | | | | |
268 | Go forth on wings of fervent [faith and] prayer | | | | | | | |
269 | Save all my children, Lord | | | | | | | |
270 | There is a spot surpassing sweet | | | | | | | |
271 | O world of glory and of bliss | | | | | | | |
272 | Teacher, on thy station stand | | | | | | | |
273 | Teacher, grow not faint nor weary | | | | | | | |
274 | Dear partner of our hopes and fears | | | | | | | |
275 | If 'tis sweet to mingle where | | | | | | | |
276 | The lambs of Jesus, who are they but children | | | | | | | |
277 | As birds return on joyous wing | | | | | | | |
278 | O we love to come to our Sabbath home | | | | | | | |
279 | Be kind to thy [your] father, for when thou [you] wert [wast] [were] young | | | | | | | |
280 | Be kind to each other | | | | | | | |
281 | Angry words are lightly spoken | | | | | | | |
282 | Let us love one another, not long may we stay | | | | | | | |
283 | Do something for each other | | | | | | | |
284 | How sweet, how [and] heavenly is the sight | | | | | | | |
285 | Our souls by [in] love together knit [drawn] [joined] | | | | | | | |
286 | Blest be the tie that binds our hearts in Christian love | | | | | | | |
287 | Little children, sweetly sing | | | | | | | |
288 | Brightly freedom's gifts are strown | | | | | | | |
289 | A prophet of the olden time | | | | | | | |
290 | Press onward O Zion the millions are calling | | | | | | | |
291 | Sweet is the time of spring | | | | | | | |
292 | The flowers are preachers, Frances | | | | | | | |
293 | The eye that saw me, blessed me | | | | | | | |
294 | Come, go with me to Sabbath School | | | | | | | |
295 | The world its fancied pearl may crave | | | | | | | |
296 | Sabbath schools must have their meeting | | | | | | | |
297 | We love to go to Sabbath school | | | | | | | |
298 | Why is it that you make me pack | | | | | | | |
299 | I wish that I could find the pearl | | | | | | | |
300 | O where is little brother gone | | | | | | | |