# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
201 | Glorious things of Thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
202 | As birds their infant brood protect | | | | | | | |
203 | I love Thy kingdom, Lord | | | | | | | |
204 | Come, let us join our friends above | | | | | | | |
205 | My Saviour God, my Sovereign Prince | | | | | | | |
206 | 'Twas the commission of our Lord | | | | | | | |
207 | Lord Jesus, who before Thy passion | | | | | | | |
208 | According to Thy gracious word | | | | | | | |
209 | Lord, at Thy table I behold | | | | | | | |
210 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
211 | Blest is the work, my God and King | | | | | | | |
212 | Welcome, delightful morn! | | | | | | | |
213 | This day belongs to God alone | | | | | | | |
214 | Come, let us join with one accord | | | | | | | |
215 | This is the day the Lord hath made | | | | | | | |
216 | Lord of the worlds above | | | | | | | |
217 | Jesus, where'er Thy people meet | | | | | | | |
218 | How sweet Thy dwellings, Lord, how fair | | | | | | | |
219 | Time! what an empty vapour 'tis! | | | | | | | |
220 | Thee we adore, Eternal Name! | | | | | | | |
221 | Ere mountains reared their forms sublime | | | | | | | |
222 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
223 | One sweetly solemn thought | | | | | | | |
224 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
225 | Oh, 'tis a folly and a crime | | | | | | | |
226 | Remember thy Creator now | | | | | | | |
227 | Beneath our feet and o'er our head | | | | | | | |
228 | Littlle travelers Zion-ward | | | | | | | |
229 | We are out on an ocean sailing | | | | | | | |
230 | There is a time,--we know not when | | | | | | | |
231 | The moment comes, the only one | | | | | | | |
232 | And am I born to die? | | | | | | | |
233 | Teach me the measure of my days | | | | | | | |
234 | I would not live alway; I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
235 | Lord, thou hast called Thy servant home | | | | | | | |
236 | Death has been here, and borne away | | | | | | | |
237 | Happy soul! thy days are ended | | | | | | | |
238 | Why should we start and fear to die? | | | | | | | |
239 | Dearest of names, our Lord, our King! | | | | | | | |
240 | Christ, my rock, my sure defence | | | | | | | |
241 | My faith shall triumph o'er the grave | | | | | | | |
242 | Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
243 | When rising from the bed of death | | | | | | | |
244 | A dread and solemn hour | | | | | | | |
245 | Day of judgment! day of wonders! | | | | | | | |
246 | There is a house not made with hands | | | | | | | |
247 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
248 | There is a happy land | | | | | | | |
249 | I'm a pilgrim and I'm a stranger | | | | | | | |
250 | Jerusalem, my happy home! | | | | | | | |
251 | Come, Lord, and warm each languid heart | | | | | | | |
252 | O mother dear, Jerusalem | | | | | | | |
253 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
254 | Whither, pilgrims, are you going | | | | | | | |
255 | Joyfully, joyfully, onward I move | | | | | | | |
256 | "For ever with the Lord!" | | | | | | | |
257 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
258 | Who are these in bright array | | | | | | | |
259 | Palms of glory, raiment bright | | | | | | | |
260 | I'm but a traveler here | | | | | | | |
261 | Around the throne of God in heaven | | | | | | | |
262 | Happy the children who are gone | | | | | | | |
263 | I want to be an angel | | | | | | | |
264 | Though but a little child I am | | | | | | | |
265 | I am a little child, you see | | | | | | | |
266 | I will a little pilgrim be | | | | | | | |
267 | Lord Jesus, we bless Thee that Thou wast a child | | | | | | | |
268 | Gentle Jesus, meek and mild | | | | | | | |
269 | Jesus, tender Saviour | | | | | | | |
270 | When little Samuel woke | | | | | | | |
271 | Little drops of water | | | | | | | |
272 | Saviour, like a shepherd lead us | | | | | | | |
273 | I think when I read that sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
274 | We are but young; yet we may sing | | | | | | | |
275 | Jesus, tender Shepherd, hear me | | | | | | | |
276 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
277 | Blow ye the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
278 | Hasten, Lord, the glorious time | | | | | | | |
279 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
280 | When shall the voice of singing | | | | | | | |
281 | Now be the Gospel banner | | | | | | | |
282 | Sovereign of worlds! display Thy power | | | | | | | |
283 | Oh, send forth the Bible, more precious than gold! | | | | | | | |
284 | Hear the royal proclamation | | | | | | | |
285 | Over the ocean-wave, far, far away | | | | | | | |
286 | O'er the realms of pagan darkness | | | | | | | |
287 | To Thee, O blessed Saviour | | | | | | | |
288 | Precious Saviour, of salvation | | | | | | | |
289 | Preserved by Thine almighty power | | | | | | | |
290 | The Sunday school army has gather'd once more | | | | | | | |
291 | Days and weeks and months returning | | | | | | | |
292 | We bring no glittering treasures | | | | | | | |
293 | My country, 'tis of thee | | | | | | | |
294 | God of every land and nation | | | | | | | |
295 | Great God of nations, now to Thee | | | | | | | |
296 | Great God! Thy watchful care we bless | | | | | | | |
297 | Glory to the Father give | | | | | | | |
298 | While with ceaseless course the sun | | | | | | | |
299 | Again another fleeting year | | | | | | | |
300 | Great God! we sing that mighty hand | | | | | | | |