# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
105 | My home is in heaven | | | | | | | |
106 | Holy angels in their flight traverse over earth and sky | | | | | | | |
107 | Gentle words, how sweet they sound | | | | | | | |
108 | We three kings of Orient are | | | | | | | |
109 | No mortal eye that land hath seen | | | | | | | |
110 | Star of peace to wanderers weary | | | | | | | |
111 | We soon shall leave this foreign land | | | | | | | |
112 | When the morning light drives away the night | | | | | | | |
113 | When Jesus, the meek, and the lowly, was here | | | | | | | |
115 | Over the mountains, barren and cold | | | | | | | |
116 | O remember the Sabbath school | | | | | | | |
117 | Far from the fold of Jesus | | | | | | | |
118 | I know there's a crown for the saints of renown | | | | | | | |
120a | There's a song the angels sing | | | | | | | |
120b | Jesus, Saviour hear my call | | | | | | | |
121 | O come, let us sing unto the Lord | | | | | | | |
123 | There is a Rose whose beauties grace | | | | | | | |
124 | There's beauty in the sunshine | | | | | | | |
125 | The pearly gates are open wide | | | | | | | |
126 | Youthful pilgrims, whither bound | | | | | | | |
127 | God has said, Forever blessed those who seek | | | | | | | |
128 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
129 | Shall we meet beyond the river, where the surges | | | | | | | |
130 | Don't think there is nothing for children to do | | | | | | | |
132 | Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger | | | | | | | |
133 | Teacher, watch the little feet | | | | | | | |
134 | Flee as a bird to your mountain | | | | | | | |
135 | Come unto Jesus, ye that mourn | | | | | | | |
136 | How can I be a happy child | | | | | | | |
137a | Jesus said, Jesus said, Suffer little children | | | | | | | |
137b | Who are these in bright array | | | | | | | |
138 | We leave the world of care | | | | | | | |
139 | Twas Jesus, my Saviour, who died on the tree | | | | | | | |
141 | In the far better land of glory and light | | | | | | | |
142 | In the tempest of life when the wave and gale is round | | | | | | | |
144 | Please to watch us, blessed Saviour | | | | | | | |
145 | Let us work for the school with our hearts | | | | | | | |
146 | Joyfully, joyfully, onward I move | | | | | | | |
147 | Holy angels sons of glory | | | | | | | |
149 | O'er the flowing river | | | | | | | |
150 | We won't give up the Bible | | | | | | | |
151 | Jesus loves me, this I know, For the Bible | | | | | | | |
152 | Precious Saviour of salvation | | | | | | | |
153 | Come, we that love the Lord | | | | | | | |
154 | I heard the voice of Jesus say | | | | | | | |
155 | We are going, going, going | | | | | | | |
156 | Christian, the morn breaks sweetly o'er thee | | | | | | | |
157 | I hear thee speak of the better land | | | | | | | |
159 | Glory to God in the highest, Glory to God | | | | | | | |
160 | Cling to the mighty one | | | | | | | |
161 | There is a world of beauty | | | | | | | |
162 | O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight | | | | | | | |
163 | Shall we gather at the river | | | | | | | |
165 | What to me are earth's pleasures | | | | | | | |
166 | Hark, the herald angels sing | | | | | | | |
167 | Traveler, whither art thou going | | | | | | | |
168 | We're a happy band of scholars | | | | | | | |
169 | This life is a battle 'gainst Satan and sin | | | | | | | |
170 | Sweet music it be to dwell secure | | | | | | | |
171 | Kind words can never die | | | | | | | |
172 | In the Christian's home in glory | | | | | | | |
173 | Hast thou just begun to pray | | | | | | | |
174 | Shall we meet beyond the river | | | | | | | |
175 | Yes, we'll meet, beyond the river | | | | | | | |
176 | Very little things are we | | | | | | | |
177 | O if my house is built upon a rock | | | | | | | |
178 | I offer thee this heart of mine | | | | | | | |
179 | Come, O my soul, in sacred lays | | | | | | | |
180 | Welcome, delightful morn | | | | | | | |
181 | When the tempest rages high | | | | | | | |
182 | Come youthful pilgrims, come | | | | | | | |
183 | O, have you not heard of a beautiful stream | | | | | | | |
184 | Why should I be sad or fearful? | | | | | | | |
185 | There is a better world, they say | | | | | | | |
187 | O come, children, come, to the fountain draw near | | | | | | | |
188 | The Bible, sacred book divine | | | | | | | |
189 | Heavenly home, heavenly home! | | | | | | | |
190 | Hark, the lilies whisper tenderly and low | | | | | | | |
191 | Scatter smiles, bright smiles | | | | | | | |
192 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
193 | Behold, behold the Lamb of God | | | | | | | |
194 | Sweetly let us join our evening prayer | | | | | | | |
196 | In seasons of grief to my God I'll repair | | | | | | | |
197 | Teachers, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
198 | Children of Jerusalem sang the praise | | | | | | | |
199 | The children are gath'ring from near and from far | | | | | | | |
201 | Come to the house of God | | | | | | | |
202 | Lo the promised day is breaking | | | | | | | |
203 | Now to heav'n our pray'r ascending | | | | | | | |
204 | May every year but draw more near | | | | | | | |
205 | Around the throne of God in heaven | | | | | | | |
206 | Once upon the heaving stormy ocean | | | | | | | |
207 | Hark, the gospel trumpet sounding | | | | | | | |
208 | Weary wanderer o'er the main | | | | | | | |
209 | Do you know any little bare-foot boy | | | | | | | |
211 | I am bound for the land of the living | | | | | | | |
212 | Come, children, come, God bids you come | | | | | | | |
213 | The Lord into his garden comes | | | | | | | |
215 | There's many a poor little boy | | | | | | | |
216 | Come, ye sinners, poor and needy | | | | | | | |