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37 | Oh! we love to come to our Sabbath home | | | | | | | |
38 | Go work in my vineyard, the lab'rors are few | | | | | | | |
39 | On the shore beyond the sea | | | | | | | |
40 | All glory to Jesus be giv'n, That life and salvation are free | | | | | | | |
41 | There's a place where my loved ones are gone | | | | | | | |
42 | Gone! gone! dead and gone! | | | | | | | |
43 | Christian, see the joyous morning Calls us to this holy place | | | | | | | |
44 | I long to hear the Savior say, Ye weary ones, come home | | | | | | | |
45 | Believe it, dear children, that now is the time | | | | | | | |
46 | Precious Jesus, I am coming | | | | | | | |
47 | There's a land of light and love far away | | | | | | | |
48a | Jews were wrought to cruel madness | | | | | | | |
48b | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
50 | There stands a Rock on shores of time | | | | | | | |
51 | Many dear children have lived and died | | | | | | | |
52 | We're a happy pilgrim band, Sailing to the goodly land | | | | | | | |
53 | Jesus forever lives, Praise we his name | | | | | | | |
54 | Hark, those bell-tones sweetly pealing, "Children, come home." | | | | | | | |
55 | Oh, sometimes the shadows are deep | | | | | | | |
56 | When, faint and weary toiling, The sweat drops on my brow | | | | | | | |
57 | Children of the olden time Hailed thee Lord and Saviour | | | | | | | |
58 | I long for that beautiful home over there, On the banks of the river of life | | | | | | | |
59 | When this fitful life is over | | | | | | | |
60 | Ye valiant soldiers of the cross, Ye happy pilgrim band | | | | | | | |
61 | Oh come, little children, your Saviour is calling | | | | | | | |
62 | Holy angels in their flight, Traverse over earth and sky | | | | | | | |
63 | Infant voices sweetly singing, Hosanna to the Lord | | | | | | | |
64 | Come, let us search God's holy word, And see what we can find | | | | | | | |
65 | Oh, the lov'd ones wait our coming, On yon happy peaceful shore | | | | | | | |
66 | Over the river, the river of time | | | | | | | |
67 | My grateful heart shall bless the Lord, His wondrous love proclaim | | | | | | | |
68 | We are sailing on the old ship of Zion | | | | | | | |
69 | One thought sublimely sweet | | | | | | | |
70a | "Are we almost there? are we almost there?" | ALMOST THERE | | | | | | |
70b | Lo! our vessel's on the ocean | | | | | | | |
72 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
73 | Come, little soldiers, list in the army, March to the kingdom bright and fair | | | | | | | |
74 | The morning sky is bright and clar, Away to Sabbath School | | | | | | | |
75 | Hark! I hear sweet voices singing Happy songs of long ago | | | | | | | |
76 | Jesus died on the tree, That the world might be free | | | | | | | |
77 | What sweet strains of music fall low on my ear | | | | | | | |
78 | O think not, dear children, because you are young, No blood of atonment you need | | | | | | | |
79 | We're coming, we're coming, dear Savior; O, welcome us home | | | | | | | |
80 | I am waiting upon the green shore | | | | | | | |
81b | Come to Jesus, Come to Jesus, Come to Jesus just now | | | | | | | |
82 | Hark, hark, my soul, angelic songs are swelling | | | | | | | |
83a | Jesus, I come to thee, Just as I am | | | | | | | |
83b | We love to sing together | | | | | | | |
84 | I'm sweeping toward the golden gate Wash'd in the blood of the Lamb | | | | | | | |
85 | In her grave-robes calmly sleeping | | | | | | | |
86 | Land ahead! oh, see the signal Flashing brightly from the shore! | | | | | | | |
87a | Jesus, to thy dear arms I flee | | | | | | | |
87b | Jesus, high in glory | | | | | | | |
88 | We are toiling up the way, Narrow way, narrow way | | | | | | | |
89 | Who are those arrayed in white | | | | | | | |
90 | There's a beautiful land on high | | | | | | | |
91 | Just as I am, without one plea | | | | | | | |
92 | We come, we come, with loud acclaim | | | | | | | |
93 | O come to me at the morning hour, While the world is so fresh with dew | | | | | | | |
94 | Precious is the name of Jesus, who can half its worth unfold | | | | | | | |
95 | Oh, how can I forget the hour, When love divine I found! | | | | | | | |
96 | The cross! the cross! the bloodstained cross! | | | | | | | |
97 | Hope on and hope ever, our watchword shall be | | | | | | | |
98 | Murmur not, my soul, tho' here in sorrow | | | | | | | |
99 | Jesus, thy love shall we forget, And never bring to mind | | | | | | | |
100 | O I have roamed thro' many lands, A stranger to delight | | | | | | | |
101 | Drooping souls no longer grieve; Heaven is propitious | | | | | | | |
102 | Oh, when I shall sweep thro' the gates | | | | | | | |
103 | Children of Zion, our hearts bid you welcome | | | | | | | |
104 | There's a fountain, a fountain of cleansing for sin | | | | | | | |
105 | O come, bring your hearts to Jesus | | | | | | | |
106 | Good news comes o'er the sea | | | | | | | |
107b | Today the Saviour calls, Come, children, come | | | | | | | |
108 | We never shall be happy if we walk the ways of sin | | | | | | | |
109 | Gentle Jesus, Savior mild, Hear thy lowly suppliant child | | | | | | | |
110 | O, all ye people God hath made! Sing glory to his holy name | | | | | | | |
111 | I lay my sins on Jesus, The spotless Lamb of God | | | | | | | |
112 | Soldiers for whom the Savior bled | | | | | | | |
113b | When the day of life is brightest, Love the fondest hope most free | | | | | | | |
114 | There's a glorious Kingdom, ever bright and fair | | | | | | | |
115 | Go to the hedges and broad highway | | | | | | | |
116 | My treasures are gathering yonder | | | | | | | |
117 | Let us sing to Jesus, Let us bless his name | | | | | | | |
118a | Come, wand'rer, come, retrace thy steps | | | | | | | |
118b | The Sunday-school ship with her sails all unfurl'd | | | | | | | |
120 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
121 | It was a pleasant summer day | | | | | | | |
122a | Now begin the heav'nly race, Christ calls today | | | | | | | |
122b | With banner and song, we are marching along | | | | | | | |
124 | There's a beautiful land where the bright angels dwell | | | | | | | |
125 | I am seeking my home in the sky | | | | | | | |
126 | Say not, O Christian reaper, the earth no harvest yields | | | | | | | |
127 | When the tempest high is raging, As I saild o'er life's rough sea | | | | | | | |
128 | Glad millions of children are marching today | | | | | | | |
129b | Jesus, Saviour hear my call | | | | | | | |
130 | When the clouds are gather'ing o'er thee, And the sky is thick with gloom | | | | | | | |
131 | I am thinking of home, of a home far away | | | | | | | |
132 | Open wide the golden gate | | | | | | | |
133 | We come to thee, dear Saviour | | | | | | | |
134 | O, come to the Saviour, dear children today | | | | | | | |