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aa379 | To thee, O blessed Saviour | | | | | | | |
aa380 | Thanks to our heavenly Father | | | | | | | |
aa381 | Hosannas were by children sung | | | | | | | |
aa382 | Little children, can you tell | | | | | | | |
aa383 | There is no name so sweet on earth | | | | | | | |
aa384 | The sun that lights the world shall fade | | | | | | | |
aa385 | While, with ceaseless course the sun | | | | | | | |
aa386 | Say, brothers, will you meet us | | | | | | | |
aa387 | When shall we meet again? | | | | | | | |
aa388 | Glory to thee, my God, this night | | | | | | | |
aa389 | I ought to love my mother | | | | | | | |
aa390 | To do to others as I would | | | | | | | |
aa391 | My country, 'tis of thee | | | | | | | |
aa392 | Kind words can never die | | | | | | | |
aa393 | When through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming | | | | | | | |
aa394 | We all love one another | | | | | | | |
aa395 | Mary to the Saviour's tomb | | | | | | | |
aa396 | Life's rosy morn her golden light | | | | | | | |
aa397 | O thou before whose gracious throne | | | | | | | |
aa398 | Ere on my bed my limbs I lay | | | | | | | |
aa399 | Now I lay me down to sleep | | | | | | | |
aa400 | "Thy will be done!" In devious way | | | | | | | |
aa401 | And Jesus said, Suffer little children, and forbid them not, to come unto me | | | | | | | |
aa402 | I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills | | | | | | | |
aa403 | Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden | | | | | | | |
aa404 | From the recesses of a lowly spirit | | | | | | | |
aa405 | Long ago the Lord of glory | | | | | | | |
aa406 | The Temperance Band is coming | | | | | | | |
aa407 | In the ways of true temperance see children delighting | | | | | | | |
aa408 | Gushing so bright in the morning light | | | | | | | |
aa409 | With banner and with badge we come | | | | | | | |
aa410 | I'm a young abstainer | | | | | | | |
aa411 | Our youthful hearts with temperance burn | | | | | | | |
aa412 | Some love to drink from the foamy brink | | | | | | | |
aa413 | Sparkling and bright in its liquid light | | | | | | | |
aa414 | What makes the poor man poorer still? | | | | | | | |
aa415 | It comes, the joyful day | | | | | | | |
aa416 | Slave of the cup, beware! | | | | | | | |
aa417 | Softly the drunkard's wife breatheth her prayer | | | | | | | |
aa418 | O come, come away, from all that can enslave you | | | | | | | |
aa419 | Touch not the cup: it is death to thy soul | | | | | | | |
aa420 | The drink that's in the drunkard's bowl | | | | | | | |
aa421 | Children all, both great and small | | | | | | | |
aa422 | The murderous cup no more I'll take | | | | | | | |
aa423 | Go, go, thou that enslavest me | | | | | | | |
aa424 | Friends of freedom! swell the song | | | | | | | |
aa425 | Let the still air rejoice | | | | | | | |
aa426 | Teacher divine, we bow the knee | | | | | | | |
aa427 | Indulgent God of love and power | | | | | | | |
aa428 | The mercy of Jesus has brought us once more | | | | | | | |
aa429 | At thy footstool, humbly bending | | | | | | | |
aa430 | How serious is the charge | | | | | | | |
aa431 | Save all my children, Lord! | | | | | | | |
aa432 | Grace shall our souls inspire | | | | | | | |
aa433 | Christ was teaching all the day | | | | | | | |
aa434 | Sow in the morn thy seed | | | | | | | |
aa435 | Toil on, teachers! toil on boldly! | | | | | | | |
aa436 | Where two or three, with sweet accord | | | | | | | |
aa437 | Come, Christian brethren, ere we part | | | | | | | |
aa438 | Come, children ere we part | | | | | | | |
aa439 | Heavenly Father, grant thy blessing | | | | | | | |
aa440 | Dear Father, e're we part | | | | | | | |
aa441 | Now is past the time of teaching | | | | | | | |
aa442 | A song, a song of gladness! | | | | | | | |
aa443 | Praise we Him by whose kind favour | | | | | | | |
aa444 | On what has now been sown | | | | | | | |
aa445 | Once more, before we part | | | | | | | |
aa446 | Dear partner of our hopes and fears | | | | | | | |
aa447 | Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
aa448 | Dismiss us with thy blessing, Lord | | | | | | | |
aa449 | For a season call'd to part | | | | | | | |
aa450 | From all that dwell below the skies | | | | | | | |
aa451 | Praise God, from whom all blessings flow! | | | | | | | |
aa452 | To God the Father, God the Son | | | | | | | |
aa453 | To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost | | | | | | | |
aa454 | Ye angels round the throne | | | | | | | |
aa455 | May the grace of Christ our Saviour | | | | | | | |