# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | A little word in kindness said | | | | | | | |
d2 | Again the Lord of life and light | | | | | | | |
d3 | Almighty Father, I am weak | | | | | | | |
d4 | And is the gospel peace and love | | | | | | | |
d5 | Another day its course has [hath] run | | | | | | | |
d6 | Awake, my soul, and with the sun | | | | | | | |
d7 | Before I close my eyes in sleep | | | | | | | |
d8 | Before I close my eyes tonight | | | | | | | |
d9 | Behold the lily's silken vest | | | | | | | |
d10 | Blest day of God, most calm, most [and] bright | | | | | | | |
d11 | Bright was the guiding star that led | | | | | | | |
d12 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
d13 | Calm on the bosom of thy God | | | | | | | |
d14 | Calm on the listening ear of night | | | | | | | |
d15 | Come, ye young, and do not spurn | | | | | | | |
d16 | Father and Friend, Thy light, thy love | | | | | | | |
d17 | Father, hear our humble prayer | | | | | | | |
d18 | Fear was within the tossing bark | | | | | | | |
d19 | Feeble, helpless, how shall I | | | | | | | |
d20 | From all that [who] dwell [dwells] below the [in earth and] skies | | | | | | | |
d21 | Go, when the morning shineth | | | | | | | |
d22 | God bless our native land, Firm may she | | | | | | | |
d23 | God is love, his mercy brightens | | | | | | | |
d24 | God is so good that he will hear | | | | | | | |
d25 | God of the morning, at whose [thy] voice | | | | | | | |
d26 | Great God, and wilt thou condescend | | | | | | | |
d27 | Hark, what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
d28 | He lived as none but he has lived | | | | | | | |
d29 | He who walks in virtue's way | | | | | | | |
d30 | Heavenly Father, grant thy blessing on the instructions | | | | | | | |
d31 | Here, like the birds that wander free | | | | | | | |
d32 | How beautiful the setting sun | | | | | | | |
d33 | How good is God, Each perfumed flower | | | | | | | |
d34 | How many ways the young may find | | | | | | | |
d35 | How shall the young secure their hearts | | | | | | | |
d36 | How sweet to be allowed to pray | | | | | | | |
d37 | How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound | | | | | | | |
d38 | I feel within a want | | | | | | | |
d39 | I sing the mighty power of God | | | | | | | |
d40 | I thank the goodness and the grace | | | | | | | |
d41 | In Isr'l's fane by silent night | | | | | | | |
d42 | In the green fields of Palestine | | | | | | | |
d43 | In the morning I will pray For God's blessing | | | | | | | |
d44 | In the soft season of thy youth | | | | | | | |
d45 | It was our heavenly Father's love | | | | | | | |
d46 | Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior | | | | | | | |
d47 | Lo the lilies of the field | | | | | | | |
d48 | Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
d49 | Lord, I would own thy tender [every] care | | | | | | | |
d50 | Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high | | | | | | | |
d51 | Lord, teach a little child to pray | | | | | | | |
d52 | My few revolving years, how swift they glide away | | | | | | | |
d53 | Now condescend, almighty king | | | | | | | |
d54 | Now in the dawning of my youth | | | | | | | |
d55 | Now that my journey's just begun | | | | | | | |
d56 | Now the shades of night are gone | | | | | | | |
d57 | O God, I thank thee that the night | | | | | | | |
d58 | O happy is the man [child] who [that] hears instruction's [religion's] [Messiah's] warning voice | | | | | | | |
d59 | O learn of me, the Savior cried | | | | | | | |
d60 | O that the Lord would guide my [our] ways | | | | | | | |
d61 | O Thou whose presence went before | | | | | | | |
d62 | O wherefore were all the flowers made | | | | | | | |
d63 | O'er the dark wave [waves] of Galilee | | | | | | | |
d64 | Retiring from our school once more | | | | | | | |
d65 | Safely through another week | | | | | | | |
d66 | Scorn not the slightest word or deed | | | | | | | |
d67 | See Isr'l's gentle Shepherd stand [stands] | | | | | | | |
d68 | See the leaves around us [you] falling | | | | | | | |
d69 | Suppliant, lo, thy children bend | | | | | | | |
d70 | Sweet is the task, O Lord | | | | | | | |
d71 | Ten thousand different flowers | | | | | | | |
d72 | Thanks to thee, before we part | | | | | | | |
d73 | The bird, let loose in [from] eastern skies | | | | | | | |
d74 | The bud will soon become a flower | | | | | | | |
d75 | The gentle child, that tries to please | | | | | | | |
d76 | The young, the lovely, pass away | | | | | | | |
d77 | There's not a tint that paints the rose | | | | | | | |
d78 | They who seek the throne of grace | | | | | | | |
d79 | Thus said [saith] Jesus, Go and do | | | | | | | |
d80 | Thy conscience be thy crown | | | | | | | |
d81 | Thy gracious aid, O [great] Lord [God] impart | | | | | | | |
d82 | We come, O God, with gladness | | | | | | | |
d83 | We oft repeat our prayers, but do we ever pray | | | | | | | |
d84 | What if the little rain drop should say | | | | | | | |
d85 | What is an idol, every heart | | | | | | | |
d86 | When daily I kneel down to pray | | | | | | | |
d87 | When, driven by oppression's rod | | | | | | | |
d88 | When, for some little insult given | | | | | | | |
d89 | When Jesus Christ was here below | | | | | | | |
d90 | When power divine in mortal form hushed | | | | | | | |
d91 | When we devote our youth to God | | | | | | | |
d92 | Whene'er I take my walks abroad | | | | | | | |
d93 | While shepherds watch [watched] their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
d94 | While with ceaseless [careless] course the sun | | | | | | | |
d95 | Why should we spend our youthful days | | | | | | | |
d96 | Will God, who made the earth and sea | | | | | | | |