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3 | Kneeling by her little bedside | | | | | | | |
4 | 'Twas on a beautiful Sabbath day | | | | | | | |
5 | Would you win a soul to God? | | | | | | | |
6 | In vain we try to comprehend | | | | | | | |
8 | Don't you hear him sweetly calling? | | | | | | | |
9 | Today the Savior calls | | | | | | | |
10 | Today thy Savior calls to thee | | | | | | | |
11 | God of love, who hearest prayer | | | | | | | |
12 | Little children, listen, listen! | | | | | | | |
13 | O where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
14 | I know there's a home for the good that labor here | | | | | | | |
15 | Another year Has told its fourfold tale | | | | | | | |
16 | I long to behold him arrayed | | | | | | | |
17 | Hark! the pealing, Softly stealing | | | | | | | |
18 | I have a home | | | | | | | |
20 | Glad millions of children are gath'ring today | | | | | | | |
22a | Wilt thou not hear a little child | | | | | | | |
22b | Time, like a stream, is gliding by | | | | | | | |
24 | Oh, the beautiful river that flows by the throne | | | | | | | |
26 | There's a city of light, 'mid the stars we are told | | | | | | | |
27 | Rich from the River of Life | | | | | | | |
28 | Praise to the Lord, all ye children sing praises | | | | | | | |
29 | Drooping souls, no longer grieve | | | | | | | |
30 | In that beautiful home over there | | | | | | | |
31 | Any little corner, Lord | | | | | | | |
32 | When Jesus was upon the mount | | | | | | | |
33 | O land of rest, for thee I sigh | | | | | | | |
34 | The Lord my refuge is | | | | | | | |
35 | Cling closer to Jesus, the merciful One | | | | | | | |
36 | Over the river, the river of time | | | | | | | |
37 | Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
38 | Come, children, and join in our festival song | | | | | | | |
39 | For worldly honor I'd not waste | | | | | | | |
40 | Jesus loves little children | | | | | | | |
41 | Glory be to God on high | | | | | | | |
42a | Come home, poor sinner! | [Come home, poor sinner] | | | | | | |
42b | Savior, like a shepherd lead us | | | | | | | |
44 | There are angels arrayed in white | | | | | | | |
45 | Midst sorrow and care | | | | | | | |
46a | O let me ever love to sing | | | | | | | |
46b | White as snow; oh, what a promise | | | | | | | |
48 | Oh, I long to go home to that mansion above | | | | | | | |
49a | Rock of Ages, cleft for me | | | | | | | |
49b | Lord, we come before thee now | | | | | | | |
50 | They who would do the Master's will | | | | | | | |
51 | There is a land above | | | | | | | |
52 | In the golden sunlight, shining bright and fair | | | | | | | |
53a | Jesus, lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
53b | O, bless the Lord, my soul | | | | | | | |
54 | Shall we meet on the shore of the river | | | | | | | |
55 | Come unto me when shadows darkly gather | | | | | | | |
56 | There is a place of sacred rest | | | | | | | |
57a | Jesus, I my cross have taken | | | | | | | |
57b | Alas! and did my Savior bleed | | | | | | | |
58 | We'll journey together to Zion | | | | | | | |
60 | Beyond the dark valley of death | | | | | | | |
61 | Nearer, yet nearer | | | | | | | |
62 | Crowns of glory, in the land of the blest | | | | | | | |
63 | How sweet will be the welcome home | | | | | | | |
64 | Round the throne in glory | | | | | | | |
65 | In mercy, Lord, remember me | | | | | | | |
66 | All hail the power of Jesus' name | | | | | | | |
67 | Jesus whispers, Come, to the little ones | | | | | | | |
68 | She's gone to the land of Elysian | | | | | | | |
69 | O praise ye the Lord, prepare a new song | | | | | | | |
70 | Jesus sat by the well, and a woman came there | | | | | | | |
71 | 'Midst sorrow and care | | | | | | | |
72 | There is a fountain fill'd with blood | | | | | | | |
73 | Christians, I am on my journey | | | | | | | |
74 | Blow ye the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
75 | The harvest field's already white | | | | | | | |
76 | A few more years shall roll | | | | | | | |
77 | There's a land of light and love far away | | | | | | | |
78 | Singing for Jesus, wherever we are | | | | | | | |
79 | Praise God, I've found the way | | | | | | | |
80 | Do you love the precious Savior | | | | | | | |
81 | Many at the cross are kneeling | | | | | | | |
82 | Is thy young heart, O happy child | | | | | | | |
83 | Golden city bright | | | | | | | |
84 | At the dawning of day | | | | | | | |
85 | Brightest and best of the sons of the morning | | | | | | | |
86a | God make my life a little light | | | | | | | |
86b | All my life long have my steps been attended | | | | | | | |
88 | Tho' trouble assail and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
89 | Come away to the skies | | | | | | | |
90 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
91 | Sailor, tho' the darkness gathers | | | | | | | |
92 | In the humble cottage | | | | | | | |
93 | There is a Land, a happy land | CLIFTON | | | | | | |
94 | Should the Death-Angel knock at thy chamber | | | | | | | |
95 | Why that look of sadness? | | | | | | | |
96 | Oh, happy saints that dwell in light | | | | | | | |
97 | Lord, in the morning | | | | | | | |
98 | I have longed for the bliss of pardon | | | | | | | |
100 | Oh, when shall we sweetly remove | | | | | | | |
101 | Send, the tidings o'er the sea | | | | | | | |
102 | I am waiting for the angels | | | | | | | |
103 | I headr the Savior say | | | | | | | |
104 | Say, is your lamp burning, my brother? | | | | | | | |
106 | Blessing, and glory, and wisdom, and thanksgiving, and honor, and pow'r, and might, be unto our God | | | | | | | |