# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | A beautiful land by faith I see | | | | | | | |
d2 | A crown of glory bright, by faith I see | | | | | | | |
d3 | A radiant shore of light and love | | | | | | | |
d4 | A year [week] again has passed away | | | | | | | |
d5 | Abide with me, fast falls the eventide | | | | | | | |
d6 | All the week we spend | | | | | | | |
d7 | Angels from the realms of glory | | | | | | | |
d8 | Another year has told its fourfold tale | | | | | | | |
d9 | Around the throne of God in heaven, thousands | | | | | | | |
d10 | Beautiful Zion, built above; Beautiful city that I love | | | | | | | |
d11 | Behold, behold the Lamb of God, On the cross | | | | | | | |
d12 | Bells have rung, tis time to go | | | | | | | |
d13 | Beyond life's raging fever | | | | | | | |
d14 | Bright beams from heaven are breaking | | | | | | | |
d15 | By faith I view my Savior's bleeding | | | | | | | |
d16 | Children of Jerusalem sang the praise | | | | | | | |
d17 | Children on life's battle field | | | | | | | |
d18 | Christian, the morn breaks sweetly [gently] o'er thee | | | | | | | |
d19 | Cling to the Mighty One | | | | | | | |
d20 | Come, children, come, God bids you come | | | | | | | |
d21 | Come, children ere we part | | | | | | | |
d22 | Come, Holy Spirit, come; Let thy bright beams divine | | | | | | | |
d23 | Come into Christ's army, come, join it today | | | | | | | |
d24 | Come, O my [our] soul [souls], in sacred [joyous] lays | | | | | | | |
d25 | Come to Jesus, little one! Come to Jesus now! | | | | | | | |
d26 | Come to the house of God | | | | | | | |
d27 | Come unto Jesus, ye that mourn | | | | | | | |
d28 | Come ye [you] sinners, poor and wretched [needy], Weak and wounded | | | | | | | |
d29 | Come, ye [you] [we] that [who] love the Lord [Christ], And let your [our] joys | | | | | | | |
d30 | Come youthful pilgrims, come | | | | | | | |
d31 | Dare to be [do] right, dare to be true | | | | | | | |
d32 | Don't think there is nothing for children to do | | | | | | | |
d33 | Fade, fade, each [all] earthly joy | | | | | | | |
d34 | Far from the fold of Jesus | | | | | | | |
d35 | Father of love, Father above | | | | | | | |
d36 | Flee, as a bird, to your [yon] [the] mountain | | | | | | | |
d37 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
d38 | Gather them in, gather them in, Gather the children in | | | | | | | |
d39 | Gentle words, how sweet they sound | | | | | | | |
d40 | Glory to God in the highest, Glory to God | | | | | | | |
d41 | Glory to the Father give, God, in whom | | | | | | | |
d42 | God has said, Forever blessed those who seek | | | | | | | |
d43 | God save our gracious queen | | | | | | | |
d44 | Hail to the opening year | | | | | | | |
d45 | Hark, the gospel trumpet sounding, Hear its echo | | | | | | | |
d46 | Hark, the herald angels sing, glory to the newborn King | | | | | | | |
d47 | Hark, the lilies whisper tenderly and low | | | | | | | |
d48 | Hark, the Sabbath bells are ringing Let us haste without delay | | | | | | | |
d49 | Hark, the sweetest notes of angels singing | | | | | | | |
d50 | Hast thou heard of the land where no sorrow | | | | | | | |
d51 | Hast thou just begun to pray | | | | | | | |
d52 | Hear the royal proclamation, the glad tidings | | | | | | | |
d53 | Heavenly home, heavenly home, precious name | | | | | | | |
d54 | Holy angels in their flight traverse over earth and sky | | | | | | | |
d55 | Holy angels sons of glory | | | | | | | |
d56 | Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty, Early | | | | | | | |
d57 | Home, dear home, we never can forget | | | | | | | |
d58 | How can I be a happy child | | | | | | | |
d59 | Hushed be my murmurings | | | | | | | |
d60 | I am bound for the land of the living | | | | | | | |
d61 | I am Jesus' little lamb | | | | | | | |
d62 | I hear thee speak of the better land | | | | | | | |
d63 | I heard the voice of Jesus say, come unto me and rest | | | | | | | |
d64 | I know there's a crown for the saints of renown | | | | | | | |
d65 | I love, I love the Sabbath school | | | | | | | |
d66 | I love the blessed Sabbath day | | | | | | | |
d67 | I love the courts of God | | | | | | | |
d68 | I offer thee this heart of mine | | | | | | | |
d69 | I think, when I read that [the] sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
d70 | I want to be an angel, and with the angels stand | | | | | | | |
d71 | I'll go to that beautiful land | | | | | | | |
d72 | I'm a little pilgrim, And a stranger here | | | | | | | |
d73 | I'm but a stranger [traveler] here, heaven is my home | | | | | | | |
d74 | In seasons of grief to my God I'll repair | | | | | | | |
d75 | In that world of glory bright | | | | | | | |
d76 | In the Christian's home in [of] glory | | | | | | | |
d77 | In the far better land of glory and light | | | | | | | |
d78 | In the rosy light of the morning bright | | | | | | | |
d79 | In the tempest of life when the wave and gale is round | | | | | | | |
d80 | In the vineyard of our father | | | | | | | |
d81 | In thine own house, on thine own day | | | | | | | |
d82 | Jerusalem, the golden, with milk and honey blest | | | | | | | |
d83 | Jesus, full of all compassion | | | | | | | |
d84 | Jesus loves me, this I know, For the Bible | | | | | | | |
d85 | Jesus said, Jesus said, Suffer little children | | | | | | | |
d86 | Jesus, Savior hear my call, sinful | | | | | | | |
d87 | Joyfully, joyfully, onward I [we] move | | | | | | | |
d88 | Kind words can never die, Cherished and blest | | | | | | | |
d89 | Lift your heads with faith | | | | | | | |
d90 | Little drops of water, little grains of sand | | | | | | | |
d91 | Littlle travelers Zionward Each one entering | | | | | | | |
d92 | Lo the promised day is breaking | | | | | | | |
d93 | Lord, teach a little child to pray | | | | | | | |
d94 | Lovely is the face of nature | | | | | | | |
d95 | Lovest thou me, Mine ears attend | | | | | | | |
d96 | Marching on, marching on, glad as birds | | | | | | | |
d97 | May every year but draw more near | | | | | | | |
d98 | My rest [home] is in heaven [Eden], my rest [home] is not here | | | | | | | |
d99 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
d100 | No mortal eye that land hath seen | | | | | | | |