# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d201 | Shepherd, while thy flocks are feeding | | | | | | | |
d202 | Shout the tidings of salvation to the aged and the young | | | | | | | |
d203 | Show pity Lord, O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
d204 | Sinner [sinners] turn, why will ye [you] die | | | | | | | |
d205 | Sinner [sinners], will you [ye] scorn [slight] the message | | | | | | | |
d206 | Soft be the gently breathing notes | | | | | | | |
d207 | Softly now the light of day | | | | | | | |
d208 | Soldiers of Christ, arise, and put [gird] your armor | | | | | | | |
d209 | Some call us the infants | | | | | | | |
d210 | Soon as I heard my Father say | | | | | | | |
d211 | Soon will set the Sabbath sun | | | | | | | |
d212 | Sow in the morn thy [the] seed, At eve | | | | | | | |
d213 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d214 | Sweet is the work, my [O] [our] God, [and] [my] [our] King | | | | | | | |
d215 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
d216 | Take my heart, O Father, take it | | | | | | | |
d217 | Take up thy cross, the Savior said, If thou wouldst my disciple be | | | | | | | |
d218 | Teachers, here we meet together | | | | | | | |
d219 | Tell me, brothers, will you meet me | | | | | | | |
d220 | Thank God for the Bible, 'tis there that we find | | | | | | | |
d221 | The Bible, the Bible, More precious than gold | | | | | | | |
d222 | The children are gathering from near and from far | | | | | | | |
d223 | The flowers along your path | | | | | | | |
d224 | The God of love will sure indulge | | | | | | | |
d225 | The good and the kind | | | | | | | |
d226 | The lambs of Jesus, who are they but children | | | | | | | |
d227 | The lillies of the field, that quickly fade away | | | | | | | |
d228 | The Lord attends when children pray | | | | | | | |
d229 | The Lord is my Shepherd, How happy am I | | | | | | | |
d230 | The Lord is our Shepherd, our Guardian and Guide | | | | | | | |
d231 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d232 | The morning sky [sun] is bright and clear | | | | | | | |
d233 | The rosy light is dawning | | | | | | | |
d234 | The Sabbath school's a place for prayer | | | | | | | |
d235 | The Savior calls, let every ear attend | | | | | | | |
d236 | The Savior said | | | | | | | |
d237 | The Spirit in our hearts is whispering sinner come | | | | | | | |
d238 | The Sunday school that blessed place | | | | | | | |
d239 | The time to part has come | | | | | | | |
d240 | The voice is hushed the gentle voice | | | | | | | |
d241 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d242 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | | | |
d243 | There is a path that leads | | | | | | | |
d244 | There's a Friend above all others, O how he loves | | | | | | | |
d245 | There's a light in the window for thee, brother | | | | | | | |
d246 | There's not a tint that paints the rose | | | | | | | |
d247 | There's nothing sweeter than the thought | | | | | | | |
d248 | Thine earthly Sabbath [Sabbaths], Lord we love | | | | | | | |
d249 | Think, O ye, who fondly languish, O'er the grave | | | | | | | |
d250 | This day to greet | | | | | | | |
d251 | This life is but a summer's day | | | | | | | |
d252 | Thou Guardian of our youthful days | | | | | | | |
d253 | Thou soft [sweet] flowing [gliding] Kedron [Cedron], by thy silver [limpid] stream | | | | | | | |
d254 | Thrice hail, happy day, that speakest (tells) our nation's glory | | | | | | | |
d255 | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
d256 | 'Tis a lesson you should heed | | | | | | | |
d257 | 'Tis religion that can give in the light | | | | | | | |
d258 | To do to others as I would that they should do to me | | | | | | | |
d259 | To the sports of the thoughtless | | | | | | | |
d260 | To thee, O blessed Savior | | | | | | | |
d261 | To thy pastures fair and large | | | | | | | |
d262 | Today the Savior calls, ye wanderers come | | | | | | | |
d263 | Toil on teachers, toil on boldly | | | | | | | |
d264 | We all love one another | | | | | | | |
d265 | We all should love one another | | | | | | | |
d266 | We are but young, yet we may sing | | | | | | | |
d267 | We are going home, we've had visions | | | | | | | |
d268 | We are out on the ocean sailing | | | | | | | |
d269 | We bring no glittering treasures, no gems | | | | | | | |
d270 | We come, we come, this hallowed day | | | | | | | |
d271 | We come, we come, with loud acclaim | | | | | | | |
d272 | We have met in peace together | | | | | | | |
d273 | We have no home but heaven, A pilgrim's garb | | | | | | | |
d274 | We lay thee in the silent tomb | | | | | | | |
d275 | We love to go to Sabbath school | | | | | | | |
d276 | We love to sing together | | | | | | | |
d277 | We welcome with gladness | | | | | | | |
d278 | We won't [we'll not] give up the Bible, God's holy book of truth | | | | | | | |
d279 | Welcome, welcome, quiet morning | | | | | | | |
d280 | We'll not forget the Sunday school | | | | | | | |
d281 | We're traveling home to heaven above | | | | | | | |
d282 | What happy moments I have spent | | | | | | | |
d283 | What is it shows my soul the way | | | | | | | |
d284 | When, his salvation bringing [sending] | | | | | | | |
d285 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d286 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d287 | When little Samuel woke | | | | | | | |
d288 | When Sabbath's sacred morning light begins | | | | | | | |
d289 | When shall the voice of singing flow | | | | | | | |
d290 | When shall we meet again, Meet ne'er [more] to sever | | | | | | | |
d291 | When the morning light drives away the night | | | | | | | |
d292 | When the Sabbath bell is ringing | | | | | | | |
d293 | Whene'er I take my walks abroad | | | | | | | |
d294 | Where do children love to go | | | | | | | |
d295 | Where is it we love to go | | | | | | | |
d296 | Where, O where are the Hebrew children | | | | | | | |
d297 | While life prolongs its precious light | | | | | | | |
d298 | While shepherds watch [watched] their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
d299 | While the Sabbath light is beaming | | | | | | | |
d300 | While with ceaseless [careless] course the sun | | | | | | | |