# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | A group of happy children | | | | | | | |
d2 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
d3 | Although I am a sinful child | | | | | | | |
d4 | And may I still get there | | | | | | | |
d5 | Blessed Bible, how I love it | | | | | | | |
d6 | Blest be the tie that binds our hearts in Christian love | | | | | | | |
d7 | Brother hast thou wandered far | | | | | | | |
d8 | Come, let us join our cheerful songs With angels round the throne | | | | | | | |
d9 | Come, poor pilgrim, sad and weary | | | | | | | |
d10 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
d11 | Come to Jesus | | | | | | | |
d12 | Dare to be [do] right, dare to be true | | | | | | | |
d13 | Do good, do good, there's ever a way | | | | | | | |
d14 | For many years we've waited | | | | | | | |
d15 | Glory to the Son we bring | | | | | | | |
d16 | Glory to thee, my [our] God [O Lord], this night [day] | | | | | | | |
d17 | Go and tell Jesus, weary, sin sick [fainting] soul | | | | | | | |
d18 | Go forth, young soldier [soldiers] of the cross | | | | | | | |
d19 | Go to thy rest in peace, And soft | | | | | | | |
d20 | Go work today in my vineyard of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d21 | Gushing so bright in the mornning light | | | | | | | |
d22 | Had I but the faith of pious Abel | | | | | | | |
d23 | Happy and gay, I will hasten away | | | | | | | |
d24 | Hark, the sweetest notes of angels singing | | | | | | | |
d25 | Hark, what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
d26 | He leadeth me, O blessed thought | | | | | | | |
d27 | Heavenly home, heavenly home, precious name | | | | | | | |
d28 | Holy and bright in the sweet sunlight | | | | | | | |
d29 | How happy is the youth who hears | | | | | | | |
d30 | How sweet in every trying scene | | | | | | | |
d31 | I am Jesus' little lamb | | | | | | | |
d32 | I am so happy all day long | | | | | | | |
d33 | I feel like singing all the time, My heart with joy | | | | | | | |
d34 | I love to think of the heavenly land | | | | | | | |
d35 | I saw one hanging on a [the] tree | | | | | | | |
d36 | I'm trying to climb up Zion's hill | | | | | | | |
d37 | In the cross of Christ I [we] glory, towering | | | | | | | |
d38 | Jerusalem, forever bright | | | | | | | |
d39 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
d40 | Jesus is our dearest Friend | | | | | | | |
d41 | Jesus is our Pilot | | | | | | | |
d42 | Jesus, while this rough [and] desert soil | | | | | | | |
d43 | Let every heart rejoice and sing, Let choral anthems | | | | | | | |
d44 | Let tomorrow take care of tomorrow | | | | | | | |
d45 | Let us all from day to day | | | | | | | |
d46 | Life's journey we have started | | | | | | | |
d47 | Live on the field of battle | | | | | | | |
d48 | Lord, I hear of [that] [the] showers of blessing | | | | | | | |
d49 | Man the lifeboat, man the life boat | | | | | | | |
d50 | Mansions are prepared above | | | | | | | |
d51 | Marching on, marching on, glad as birds | | | | | | | |
d52 | Mary sat at the feet of Jesus | | | | | | | |
d53 | Morn of Zion's glory | | | | | | | |
d54 | My heavenly home is bright and fair we'll be gathered home | | | | | | | |
d55 | My hope is built on nothing less than Jesus' blood and righteousness | | | | | | | |
d56 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
d57 | Never be afraid to speak for Jesus | | | | | | | |
d58 | No mortal eye that land hath seen | | | | | | | |
d59 | Nothing either great or small, nothing sinner | | | | | | | |
d60 | Now condescend, almighty king | | | | | | | |
d61 | O, a goodly thing is the cooling spring | | | | | | | |
d62 | O if my house is built upon a rock | | | | | | | |
d63 | O if my soul is saved from death | | | | | | | |
d64 | O [Sweet] land for [of] rest for thee I sigh | | | | | | | |
d65 | O we are volunteers in the army of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d66 | O what is heaven, I want to know | | | | | | | |
d67 | O who is my neighbor pray tell me | | | | | | | |
d68 | Once more our youthful throng | | | | | | | |
d69 | Scatter smiles, bright smiles | | | | | | | |
d70 | Sister, thou wast [wert] mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
d71 | Soft be the gently breathing notes | | | | | | | |
d72 | Strains of music often greet me | | | | | | | |
d73 | The gospel ship is sailing, sailing, sailing | | | | | | | |
d74 | The Master has come over Jordan, said Hannah | | | | | | | |
d75 | The night will cast no shadow | | | | | | | |
d76 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d77 | There is a glorious kingdom | | | | | | | |
d78 | There is no name so sweet on earth, No name so sweet in heaven | | | | | | | |
d79 | There's a cry from Macedonia | | | | | | | |
d80 | There's a light in the window for thee, brother | | | | | | | |
d81 | This is not my [a] place of resting | | | | | | | |
d82 | This is the day the Lord hath [has] made, He calls | | | | | | | |
d83 | Through the world we daily roam | | | | | | | |
d84 | Through the world we're marching on | | | | | | | |
d85 | Watchman, tell me, does the morning | | | | | | | |
d86 | We are bound for the land of promise | | | | | | | |
d87 | We are coming, blessed Savior | | | | | | | |
d88 | We are going, we are going To a home beyond the skies | | | | | | | |
d89 | We gather, we gather, dear [O] Jesus, to bring | | | | | | | |
d90 | We journey on to the land above | | | | | | | |
d91 | We must labor while 'tis day | | | | | | | |
d92 | Weary of wandering long | | | | | | | |
d93 | Welcome kind friends and teachers dear | | | | | | | |
d94 | We'll try to be like Jesus | | | | | | | |
d95 | We're traveling home to heaven above | | | | | | | |
d96 | What do you do at the Sabbath school | | | | | | | |
d97 | What shall I do for that kind friend | | | | | | | |
d98 | Whatever cross the world may bring | | | | | | | |
d99 | When across the ocean wide | | | | | | | |
d100 | When Hosannahs loud resounding | | | | | | | |