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3a | In thine own house, on thine own day | | | | | | | |
3b | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
4 | Ye who know your sins forgiven | | | | | | | |
6 | The valleys and the mountains | | | | | | | |
7 | Another year has told its fourfold tale | | | | | | | |
8 | There's a home for the poor on that beautiful shore | | | | | | | |
10 | Ring out, ring out, sweet silver bells | | | | | | | |
11 | Dare to be right! dare to be true! | | | | | | | |
13a | This is a precious book indeed | | | | | | | |
13b | In that world of glory bright | | | | | | | |
14 | Home, dear home, we never can forget | | | | | | | |
15 | There's a beautiful home for thee, brother | | | | | | | |
17 | I want to be an angel, and with the angels stand | | | | | | | |
18 | Now is past the time of teaching | | | | | | | |
19 | O what can little hands, little hands do | | | | | | | |
20 | Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb | | | | | | | |
21 | Where do we love to go | | | | | | | |
22a | Shepherd of thy little flock | | | | | | | |
22b | This world is all full of joy to me | | | | | | | |
23 | Hast thou heard of the land where no sorrow or saddness | | | | | | | |
24 | Though the days are dark with trouble | | | | | | | |
25 | I'm a little pilgrim, And a stranger here | | | | | | | |
26 | Lovely is the face of nature | | | | | | | |
27 | Bright beams from heaven are breaking | | | | | | | |
28 | Come into Christ's army, come, join it today | | | | | | | |
29 | I love the blessed Sabbath day | | | | | | | |
30 | Gather them in, gather them in | | | | | | | |
32 | I love the courts of God | | | | | | | |
33 | To our dear Sunday school there ought to come | | | | | | | |
34 | Father of love, Father above | | | | | | | |
35 | We are joyously voyaging | | | | | | | |
37 | Beautiful Zion, built above | | | | | | | |
38 | There's a beautiful home in a far distant land | | | | | | | |
40a | Sweet is the work, my God, my King | | | | | | | |
40b | Angels from the realms of glory | | | | | | | |
41 | Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty | | | | | | | |
42 | Beautiful Zion, built above | | | | | | | |
43 | Jesus, full of all compassion | | | | | | | |
44 | Hark, the Sabbath bells are ringing | | | | | | | |
45a | Would you be as angels are | | | | | | | |
45b | By faith I view my Saviour bleeding | | | | | | | |
47 | Hail to the op'ning year | | | | | | | |
48 | The happy day again is here | | | | | | | |
49 | Come, let us anew our journey pursue | | | | | | | |
50 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
51a | All hail the power of Jesus' name | | | | | | | |
51b | Arise, my soul, arise, shake off | | | | | | | |
53 | O, we are volunteers in the army of the Lord | | | | | | | |
54 | Glory to thee, my God, this night | | | | | | | |
55a | God save our gracious Queen | | | | | | | |
55b | Beyond life's raging fever | | | | | | | |
56 | O do not be discouraged | | | | | | | |
57 | A radiant shore of light and love | | | | | | | |
58 | This is not my place of resting | | | | | | | |
59 | O how my spirit longs for thee | | | | | | | |
60 | I think, when I read that sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
61 | Roll on, thou mighty ocean | | | | | | | |
62 | Hark, the sweetest notes of angels singing | | | | | | | |
63 | A year (week) again has passed away | | | | | | | |
64 | I'm but a stranger here | | | | | | | |
65 | O come, let us sing! | | | | | | | |
66 | Bells have rung, tis time to go | | | | | | | |
67 | O how lovely, O how lovely | | | | | | | |
68 | O to be there | | | | | | | |
69 | Hear the royal proclamation, the glad tidings | | | | | | | |
70 | A beautiful land by faith I see | | | | | | | |
71 | Hushed be my murmurings | | | | | | | |
72 | The sun shines bright and it pours its light | | | | | | | |
73 | This life is a battle with Satan and sin | | | | | | | |
74 | Suppose the little cowslip | | | | | | | |
75 | I will believe, I do believe | | | | | | | |
76 | Abide with me, fast falls the eventide | | | | | | | |
77 | Out on an ocean all boundless we ride | | | | | | | |
78 | I'll go to that beautiful land | | | | | | | |
79a | Littlle travelers Zionward | | | | | | | |
79b | The sea is wildly tossing | | | | | | | |
80 | Jerusalem, the golden | | | | | | | |
82 | We come this day to praise | | | | | | | |
83 | We sing the praise of Jesus, the holy Lamb of God | | | | | | | |
84a | Glory to the Father give, God, in whom | | | | | | | |
84b | Oft as I rove, in thoughtless mood | | | | | | | |
86 | Sweetly sing, sweetly sing praises | | | | | | | |
87 | Lift your heads with faith | | | | | | | |
89 | We are waiting by the river | | | | | | | |
90a | There is a glorious world of light | | | | | | | |
90b | Come, children ere we part | | | | | | | |
91 | A crown of glory bright | | | | | | | |
92 | In the rosy light of the morning bright | | | | | | | |
93 | Pleasant is the Sabbath bell | | | | | | | |
94 | In the vineyard of our father | | | | | | | |
95 | Round the throne in glory | | | | | | | |
96 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
98a | O happy day, that fixed my choice | | | | | | | |
98b | There'll be no sorrow there | | | | | | | |
98c | Marching on, marching on, glad as birds | | | | | | | |
100 | Little drops of water, little grains of sand | | | | | | | |
101 | We are out on the ocean sailing | | | | | | | |
102 | Lord, teach a little child to pray | | | | | | | |
103 | In the tempest of life, when the wind and the gale | | | | | | | |
104 | Sunday, sacred day of rest | | | | | | | |