# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
301 | A debtor to mercy alone | | | | | | | |
302 | Your harps, ye trembling saints | | | | | | | |
303 | O for a single heart for God! | | | | | | | |
304 | Father, I stretch my hands to thee | | | | | | | |
305 | My hope, my all, my Saviour thou! | | | | | | | |
306 | Jesus hath died that I might live | | | | | | | |
307 | O God, most merciful and true | | | | | | | |
308 | O Jesus, let the dying cry | | | | | | | |
309 | With joy we meditate the grace | | | | | | | |
310 | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
311 | When any turn from Zion's way | | | | | | | |
312 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
313 | Faith adds new charms to earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
314 | I send the joys of earth away | | | | | | | |
315 | O could I find from day to day | | | | | | | |
316 | O Lord, my best desires fulfil | | | | | | | |
317 | O my soul, what means this sadness? | | | | | | | |
318 | Awake, our souls, away our fears | | | | | | | |
319 | And can my heart aspire so high | | | | | | | |
320 | How blest the state of saints above | | | | | | | |
321 | O thou, by long experience tried | | | | | | | |
322 | Holy Lord God, I love thy truth | | | | | | | |
323 | Thou hidden love of God, whose height | | | | | | | |
324 | The Saviour, O what endless charms | | | | | | | |
325 | Beset with snares on ev'ry hand | | | | | | | |
326 | How tedious and tasteless the hours | | | | | | | |
327 | Jesus, I love thy precious name | | | | | | | |
328 | O for a heart to praise my God | | | | | | | |
329 | Ye glitt'ring toys of earth, adieu! | | | | | | | |
330 | O that I knew the secret place | | | | | | | |
331 | O thou, in whose presence my soul takes delight | | | | | | | |
332 | My soul would fain indulge a hope | | | | | | | |
333 | Vain, delusive world, adieu | | | | | | | |
334 | Affliction is a stormy deep | | | | | | | |
335 | How vain are all things here below | | | | | | | |
336 | Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone | | | | | | | |
337 | My soul, be on thy guard | | | | | | | |
338 | Commit thou all thy griefs | | | | | | | |
339 | Courage, my soul, thy bitter cross | | | | | | | |
340 | Lord, I believe a rest remains | | | | | | | |
341 | For ever here my rest shall be | | | | | | | |
342 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
343 | Fierce passions discompose the mind | | | | | | | |
344 | Depth of mercy, can there be | | | | | | | |
345 | My faith looks up to thee | | | | | | | |
346 | Do not I love thee, O my Lord? | | | | | | | |
347 | From pole to pole let others roam | | | | | | | |
348 | By faith in Christ I walk with God | | | | | | | |
349 | People of the living God | | | | | | | |
350 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
351 | And be it so, that till this hour | | | | | | | |
352 | I thirst, but not as once I did | | | | | | | |
353 | Jesus, thy heavenly grace impart | | | | | | | |
354 | Now let our souls, on wings sublime | | | | | | | |
355 | Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell | | | | | | | |
356 | Plunged in a gulf of dark despair | | | | | | | |
357 | Awake, and sing the song | | | | | | | |
358 | All hail the power of Jesus' name! | | | | | | | |
359 | What sinners value, I resign | | | | | | | |
360 | There is a house not made with hands | | | | | | | |
361 | Amazing grace,! (how sweet the sound!) | | | | | | | |
362 | O God! our help in ages past | | | | | | | |
363 | Infinite excellence is thine | | | | | | | |
364 | That man no guards nor weapon needs | | | | | | | |
365 | Let thoughtless thousands choose the road | | | | | | | |
366 | What thousands never knew the road! | | | | | | | |
367 | He lives! the great Redeemer lives! | | | | | | | |
368 | Christ is the sure foundation stone | | | | | | | |
369 | Jerusalem, my happy home | | | | | | | |
370 | Burst, ye emerald gates and bring | | | | | | | |
371 | Now I have found the ground wherein | | | | | | | |
372 | Hail, everlasting Spring! | | | | | | | |
373 | O glorious hope of perfect love! | | | | | | | |
374 | O Jesus, source of calm repose | | | | | | | |
375 | How happy are they | | | | | | | |
376 | Hark! the voice of love and mercy | | | | | | | |
377 | By Faith we are come | | | | | | | |
378 | From Egypt lately come | | | | | | | |
379 | Let us love and sing and wonder | | | | | | | |
380 | Jesus, the Conqueror, reigns | | | | | | | |
381 | Mark'd as the purpose of the skies | | | | | | | |
382 | Hark! the song of jubilee | | | | | | | |
383 | Watchman! tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
384 | And am I born to die | | | | | | | |
385 | How swift the torrent rolls | | | | | | | |
386 | Thee we adore, Eternal Name | | | | | | | |
387 | Shrinking from the cold hand of death | | | | | | | |
388 | Pass a few swiftly fleeting years | | | | | | | |
389 | And let this feeble body fail | | | | | | | |
390 | Savior, we wait the day | | | | | | | |
391 | How blest the righteous when he dies | | | | | | | |
392 | Why do we mourn departing friends | | | | | | | |
393 | In age and feebleness extreme | | | | | | | |
394 | In vain my fancy strives to paint | | | | | | | |
395 | My days, my weeks, my months, my years | | | | | | | |
396 | How solemn the signal I hear! | | | | | | | |
397 | Happy soul, thy days are ended | | | | | | | |
398 | Again we lift our voice | | | | | | | |
399 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
400 | Thou Judge of quick and dead | | | | | | | |