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1 | Come, we that love the Lord | | | | | | | |
2 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
3 | Who can forbear to sing | | | | | | | |
4 | With humble heart and tongue | | | | | | | |
5 | And must this body die | HILL OF ZION | | | | | | |
6 | Not all the blood of beasts | | | | | | | |
7 | A dread and solemn hour | | | | | | | |
8 | Thy name, Almighty Lord | | | | | | | |
9 | The pity of the Lord | | | | | | | |
10 | Hail, glorious heavenly Prince | | | | | | | |
11 | How gentle God's commands | | | | | | | |
12 | Did Christ o'er sinners weep? | | | | | | | |
13 | Come sing Jehovah's praise | | | | | | | |
14 | The lilies of the field | | | | | | | |
15 | All yesterday is gone! | | | | | | | |
16 | Oh where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
17 | Come, Holy Spirit, come | | | | | | | |
18 | And canst thou, sinner, slight | | | | | | | |
19 | Blest are the pure in heart | | | | | | | |
20 | How sweet the melting lay | | | | | | | |
21 | With humble heart and tongue | | | | | | | |
22 | Give to the Father praise | | | | | | | |
23 | Now may our joyful tongues | | | | | | | |
24 | To God the only wise | | | | | | | |
25 | Let every creature join | | | | | | | |
26 | Ye angels round the throne | | | | | | | |
27 | Hour beauteous are their feet | | | | | | | |
28 | How swift the torrent rolls | | | | | | | |
29 | My soul, be on thy guard | | | | | | | |
30 | My soul, repeat his praise | | | | | | | |
31 | Awake, and sing the song | | | | | | | |
32 | O praise the Lord, ye saints | | | | | | | |
33 | And now another day is gone | | | | | | | |
34 | To Sabbath school, To Sabbath school | | | | | | | |
35 | Now let the Father, and the Son | | | | | | | |
36 | When from the chambers of the east | | | | | | | |
37 | God made the sky so bright and blue | | | | | | | |
38 | Honor to thee, Almighty Three | | | | | | | |
39 | Where shall the child of sorrow find | | | | | | | |
40 | Remember thy Creator now | | | | | | | |
41 | Great God we thank thee for this day | | | | | | | |
42 | I sing the mighty power of God | | | | | | | |
43 | Lord, how thy wonders are displayed | | | | | | | |
44 | How sweet, how heavenly is the sight | | | | | | | |
45 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
46 | Now that my life is just begun | | | | | | | |
47 | The Savior calls--let every ear | | | | | | | |
48 | There is a path that leads to God | | | | | | | |
49 | Thou art my portion, O my God | | | | | | | |
50 | Almighty Father, heavenly King! | | | | | | | |
51 | Let us adore the grace that seeks | | | | | | | |
52 | My Savior, my almighty Friend | | | | | | | |
53 | Love God with all your soul and strength | | | | | | | |
54 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
55 | When brighter suns and milder skies | | | | | | | |
56 | All hail the great Immanuel's name | | | | | | | |
57 | Backsliders, who your misery feel | | | | | | | |
58 | Come, let us join our cheerful songs | | | | | | | |
59 | How precious is the book divine | | | | | | | |
60 | How wondrous great, how glorious bright | | | | | | | |
61 | Our feeble voices, Lord, we raise | | | | | | | |
62 | My little friend may Jesus send | | | | | | | |
63[65] | Great God, in whom we live and move | | | | | | | |
64[66] | Almighty God, while earth and heaven | | | | | | | |
65[67] | When Jesus left his heavenly throne | | | | | | | |
66[68] | Very little things are we | | | | | | | |
67 | Behold the western evening light! | | | | | | | |
68 | Gladsome-hearted, cheerful lad | | | | | | | |
69 | High in the shining courts above, God reigns the sov'reign king | | | | | | | |
70 | When children give their hearts to God | | | | | | | |
71 | See where the bleeding Savior hangs | | | | | | | |
72 | The grass and flowers that clothe the field | | | | | | | |
73 | Death has been here and borne away | | | | | | | |
74 | Alas! how changed that lovely flower | | | | | | | |
75 | For worldly honor, I'd not waste | | | | | | | |
76 | Alas! how chang'd that lovely flow'r | | | | | | | |
77 | Alas, and did my Savior bleed | | | | | | | |
78 | How smiling wakes the verdant year | | | | | | | |
79 | Blest are the souls, who hear and know | | | | | | | |
80 | Oh, how divine, how sweet the joy | | | | | | | |
81 | Jerusalem! my happy home! | | | | | | | |
82 | Ere on my bed my limbs I lay | | | | | | | |
83 | We've past another pleasant Sabbath day | | | | | | | |
84 | How dreadful, Lord, will be the day | | | | | | | |
85 | Poor broken hearts, why do you mourn | | | | | | | |
86 | Oft as the bell with solemn toll | | | | | | | |
87 | The whole creation can afford | | | | | | | |
88 | Stretch'd on the cross, the Savior dies | | | | | | | |
89 | This is a precious book indeed | | | | | | | |
90 | Assembled in our school once more | | | | | | | |
91 | Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love | | | | | | | |
92 | Thus far we're spared again to meet | | | | | | | |
93 | Now sweetly thro' the lengthened dell | | | | | | | |
94 | As when the weary traveler gains | | | | | | | |
95 | The peace which God alone reveals | | | | | | | |
96 | I do not wish for hoarded wealth | | | | | | | |
97 | May I resolve with all my heart | | | | | | | |
98 | How sweet to leave the world awhile | | | | | | | |
99 | Our Savior, Jesus, heavenly King | | | | | | | |
100 | Great God to thee my voice I raise | | | | | | | |