# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | Again the kind revolving year | | | | | | | |
d2 | Another week has passed away | | | | | | | |
d3 | As teachers of the young we meet | | | | | | | |
d4 | Assembled in our school once more | | | | | | | |
d5 | Beautiful Zion, built above; Beautiful city that I love | | | | | | | |
d6 | Behold, behold the Lamb of God, On the cross | | | | | | | |
d7 | Beneath our feet and o'er our head | | | | | | | |
d8 | By faith I view my Savior dying | | | | | | | |
d9 | Can I, a little child | | | | | | | |
d10 | Cease here longer to detain me | | | | | | | |
d11 | Chide mildly the erring | | | | | | | |
d12 | Child of sin and sorrow, Filled with dismay | | | | | | | |
d13 | Childhood and youth, how vain they seem | | | | | | | |
d14 | Children, and have you never known | | | | | | | |
d15 | Come, children, and join in our festival song | | | | | | | |
d16 | Come, children, come, God bids you come | | | | | | | |
d17 | Come children, join to [and] sing | | | | | | | |
d18 | Come children, 'tis Jesus commands | | | | | | | |
d19 | Come join our celebration | | | | | | | |
d20 | Come, join the festive song | | | | | | | |
d21 | Come, let our voices join in one glad [joyful] song [songs] of praise | | | | | | | |
d22 | Come, let us join our friends above, who [that] have obtained the prize | | | | | | | |
d23 | Come, let us sing of Jesus, While hearts and accents blend | | | | | | | |
d24 | Come on, my partners in distress | | | | | | | |
d25 | Come, saith [said] [says] Jesus' sacred voice | | | | | | | |
d26 | Come sinner, come why longer roam | | | | | | | |
d27 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
d28 | Come to the shady grove | | | | | | | |
d29 | Come, ye children, and adore him, Lord of all, he reigns above | | | | | | | |
d30 | Creator! Savior! God! We raise our hearts to thee | | | | | | | |
d31 | Dear Father, e're we part, Now [O] let thy grace | | | | | | | |
d32 | Delay not, delay not: O sinner [drunkard] draw near | | | | | | | |
d33 | Ere we part again, let us all unite | | | | | | | |
d34 | Farewell, brother, deep and lowly | | | | | | | |
d35 | Father of mercies, hear, On us look kindly down | | | | | | | |
d36 | Father of mercies, hear our prayers For those who do us good | | | | | | | |
d37 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
d38 | From sweet and soothing slumber | | | | | | | |
d39 | Gentle spring, why don't you come | | | | | | | |
d40 | Gladly meeting, kindly greeting | | | | | | | |
d41 | Gloomy night is past | | | | | | | |
d42 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
d43 | Glory to God on high, Let heaven and earth reply | | | | | | | |
d44 | Glory to the Father give, God, in whom | | | | | | | |
d45 | Go to thy rest, my [dear] [fair] child | | | | | | | |
d46 | Go ye to the land of the cedar and vine | | | | | | | |
d47 | God bless our native land, Firm may she | | | | | | | |
d48 | God is my friend, I need not fear | | | | | | | |
d49 | God of heaven, to sinners loving | | | | | | | |
d50 | God save our gracious queen | | | | | | | |
d51 | Gracious Lord, we look to thee | | | | | | | |
d52 | Great God, to Thee my voice I raise | | | | | | | |
d53 | Happy, happy days of childhood | | | | | | | |
d54 | Happy, happy, meet we here | | | | | | | |
d55 | Hark to the solemn bell | | | | | | | |
d56 | Hasten, Lord, the glorious time | | | | | | | |
d57 | He dies, the friend of sinners dies | | | | | | | |
d58 | Hear we [ye] not a voice from heaven | | | | | | | |
d59 | Here o'er the earth as a stranger I roam | | | | | | | |
d60 | Here we meet to part again | | | | | | | |
d61 | Holy Bible, book divine, Precious treasure, thou art mine | | | | | | | |
d62 | Hosanna be the children's [people's] song | | | | | | | |
d63 | How long, sometimes, a day appears [the days appear] | | | | | | | |
d64 | How pleasant here again to meet | | | | | | | |
d65 | How pleasant thus to dwell below | | | | | | | |
d66 | How precious is the book divine | | | | | | | |
d67 | How serious is the charge | | | | | | | |
d68 | How should the morning of my days | | | | | | | |
d69 | How sweet is the fragrance of flowers | | | | | | | |
d70 | How sweet is the Sabbath, the morning [season] of rest | | | | | | | |
d71 | How sweet is the Sabbath to me | | | | | | | |
d72 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
d73 | Humble praises, holy Jesus, Infant voices raise | | | | | | | |
d74 | I have a Father in the promised land | | | | | | | |
d75 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
d76 | I think, when I read that [the] sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
d77 | I would not live alway [always], I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
d78 | I'll awake at dawn on the Sabbath day | | | | | | | |
d79 | I'm a pilgrim and I'm a stranger, I can tarry | | | | | | | |
d80 | I'm but a stranger [traveler] here, heaven is my home | | | | | | | |
d81 | In the Christian's home in [of] glory | | | | | | | |
d82 | In the rosy light of the morning bright | | | | | | | |
d83 | Jerusalem, my happy home, name ever dear to me | | | | | | | |
d84 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
d85 | Joy to the world, the Lord is [has] come | | | | | | | |
d86 | Joyfully, joyfully, onward I [we] move | | | | | | | |
d87 | Little children, love each other, Is the blessed Savior's rule | | | | | | | |
d88 | Little drops of water, little grains of sand | | | | | | | |
d89 | Live on the field of battle | | | | | | | |
d90 | Lord, a little band, and lowly, We are come | | | | | | | |
d91 | Lord, before Thy throne we stand | | | | | | | |
d92 | Lord, what is life, 'Tis like [but] a flower | | | | | | | |
d93 | Many voices seem to say | | | | | | | |
d94 | Mary to her [the] Savior's tomb | | | | | | | |
d95 | Morn amid the mountains | | | | | | | |
d96 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
d97 | Now be the gospel banner | | | | | | | |
d98 | Now, children, to God's house repair | | | | | | | |
d99 | Now condescend, almighty king | | | | | | | |
d100 | Now the shades of night are gone | | | | | | | |