# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d201 | Sweet day of rest, for thee I [I'd} wait | | | | | | | |
d202 | Sweet is the time of spring | | | | | | | |
d203 | Sweet Sabbath school, place dear to me | | | | | | | |
d204 | Sweetly sing, sweetly sing praises | | | | | | | |
d205 | Sweetly the Sabbath bell steals on the air | | | | | | | |
d206 | Take my heart, O Father, take it | | | | | | | |
d207 | Take thy staff, O pilgrim, haste thee on thy way | | | | | | | |
d208 | Take up thy cross, the Savior said, If thou wouldst my disciple be | | | | | | | |
d209 | Ten thousand hearts, ten thousand tongues | | | | | | | |
d210 | Thank God for pleasant weather | | | | | | | |
d211 | Thank God for the Bible | | | | | | | |
d212 | The Bible, the Bible, More precious than gold | | | | | | | |
d213 | The lambs of Jesus, who are they but children | | | | | | | |
d214 | The Lord is my Shepherd, How happy am I | | | | | | | |
d215 | The morning sky [sun] is bright and clear | | | | | | | |
d216 | The Sabbath morn is breaking, the Sabbath bells are waking | | | | | | | |
d217 | The Sabbath school's a place for prayer | | | | | | | |
d218 | The seraphs bright are hovering | | | | | | | |
d219 | The Sunday school that blessed place | | | | | | | |
d220 | The voice is hushed the gentle voice | | | | | | | |
d221 | There is a Friend we ought to love | | | | | | | |
d222 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | | | |
d223 | There is a holy city | | | | | | | |
d224 | There is a home, a home where all is bright | | | | | | | |
d225 | There is a hopeful company | | | | | | | |
d226 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d227 | There is no name so sweet on earth, No name so sweet in heaven | | | | | | | |
d228 | There's a song the angels sing | | | | | | | |
d229 | This life is a battle 'gainst Satan and sin | | | | | | | |
d230 | Throughout Columbia's boundless land | | | | | | | |
d231 | 'Tis sweet to think, as night comes on | | | | | | | |
d232 | To do to others as I would that they should do to me | | | | | | | |
d233 | To thee in each [youth's] bright morning | | | | | | | |
d234 | Today we come with singing | | | | | | | |
d235 | Toil on teachers, toil on boldly | | | | | | | |
d236 | 'Twas long ago, when Jesus dwelt | | | | | | | |
d237 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d238 | We all love one another | | | | | | | |
d239 | We are going, going, going | | | | | | | |
d240 | We are on our journey home, Where Christ our Lord | | | | | | | |
d241 | We are out on the ocean sailing | | | | | | | |
d242 | We bring no glittering treasures, no gems | | | | | | | |
d243 | We come, we come, in joyous train | | | | | | | |
d244 | We come, we come, with loud acclaim | | | | | | | |
d245 | We gather, we gather, dear [O] Jesus, to bring | | | | | | | |
d246 | We have gathered once more | | | | | | | |
d247 | We have no home but heaven, A pilgrim's garb | | | | | | | |
d248 | We lay thee in the silent tomb | | | | | | | |
d249 | We love to sing together | | | | | | | |
d250 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
d251 | We won't [we'll not] give up the Bible, God's holy book of truth | | | | | | | |
d252 | Welcome, welcome, quiet morning | | | | | | | |
d253 | We'll come while yet all glowing | | | | | | | |
d254 | We're a happy, happy band | | | | | | | |
d255 | We're bound for the land of the pure and the holy | | | | | | | |
d256 | We're gathered here, a happy band | | | | | | | |
d257 | We're going home, we've had visions bright | | | | | | | |
d258 | We're marching to the promised land | | | | | | | |
d259 | We're the lambs of the flock and no danger we fear | | | | | | | |
d260 | We're traveling home to heaven above | | | | | | | |
d261 | What are the soul reviving strains | | | | | | | |
d262 | What is it shows my soul the way | | | | | | | |
d263 | When faint and weary with the strife | | | | | | | |
d264 | When, for some little insult given | | | | | | | |
d265 | When, his salvation bringing [sending] | | | | | | | |
d266 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d267 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
d268 | When Sabbath's sacred morning light begins | | | | | | | |
d269 | When shall the voice of singing flow | | | | | | | |
d270 | When shall we meet again, Meet ne'er [more] to sever | | | | | | | |
d271 | When spring unlocks the flowers, to paint | | | | | | | |
d272 | When the dark and heavy cloud | | | | | | | |
d273 | When the morning light drives away the night | | | | | | | |
d274 | Where do children love to go | | | | | | | |
d275 | Where we oft have met in gladness | | | | | | | |
d276 | Where, where will be the birds that sing | | | | | | | |
d277 | Who came from heaven to ransom me | | | | | | | |
d278 | Who shall sing if not the children | | | | | | | |
d279 | Who was in the [a] manger laid | | | | | | | |
d280 | Why should cold or stormy weather | | | | | | | |
d281 | With joy we meet, With smiles we greet Our schoolmates bright and gay | | | | | | | |
d282 | With tearful eyes I look around | | | | | | | |
d283 | Would you be as angels are | | | | | | | |