# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | A life with Jesus, O, how sweet | | | | | | | |
d2 | Another year has told its fourfold tale | | | | | | | |
d3 | Around the throne of God in heaven, thousands | | | | | | | |
d4 | Away to the forest glade | | | | | | | |
d5 | Be you to others kind and true | | | | | | | |
d6 | Beneath these broad blue skies | | | | | | | |
d7 | Bless us, Father, at this hour | | | | | | | |
d8 | Calm on the bosom of thy God | | | | | | | |
d9 | Came a stranger, sad and weary | | | | | | | |
d10 | Children, do you love each other | | | | | | | |
d11 | Children of the heavenly king as we journey | | | | | | | |
d12 | Children of the Sabbath School | | | | | | | |
d13 | Come and join us, dear companions | | | | | | | |
d14 | Come, schoolmates, don't grow [be] weary | | | | | | | |
d15 | Come, ye children, hearken unto me | | | | | | | |
d16 | Dismiss us with Thy blessing, Lord, Help | | | | | | | |
d17 | Father, I have wandered far | | | | | | | |
d18 | Firmly will we stand | | | | | | | |
d19 | Glad reign, glad reign, glad reign of peace and joy | | | | | | | |
d20 | God bless our native land, Firm may she | | | | | | | |
d21 | God of the nations, hear us | | | | | | | |
d22 | Hail to the opening year | | | | | | | |
d23 | Hark, the Sabbath bells, How their music swells | | | | | | | |
d24 | Hast thou heard of the land where no sorrow | | | | | | | |
d25 | Hear the tidings blest | | | | | | | |
d26 | How blest the happy evening's close | | | | | | | |
d27 | I am so happy all day long | | | | | | | |
d28 | I love them that love me | | | | | | | |
d29 | I never will speak a wicked word | | | | | | | |
d30 | I, too, will lead you forward | | | | | | | |
d31 | I'm going to be a soldier | | | | | | | |
d32 | Jerusalem, so bright and fair | | | | | | | |
d33 | Jesus, Shepherd of the sheep, watch around his flock | | | | | | | |
d34 | Jesus, Thou Shepherd of the sheep | | | | | | | |
d35 | Jesus, would that I could tell thee | | | | | | | |
d36 | Joy, joy, joy, come sing with us the story | | | | | | | |
d37 | Joy, joy to the nations | | | | | | | |
d38 | Keep to the right, the law thus directs | | | | | | | |
d39 | Lift your hearts in adoration | | | | | | | |
d40 | Lo the promised day is breaking | | | | | | | |
d41 | Lord, we come to bless thy goodness | | | | | | | |
d42 | Lord, what offering [offerings] shall we bring | | | | | | | |
d43 | Lovely children of the graces | | | | | | | |
d44 | Mighty, mighty art thou ever | | | | | | | |
d45 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
d46 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
d47 | Never forget the dear ones | | | | | | | |
d48 | No mortal eye that land hath seen | | | | | | | |
d49 | No night shall be in heaven, no gathering gloom | | | | | | | |
d50 | Now the Sabbath eve declining | | | | | | | |
d51 | O forgive and forget, all the wrongs thou hast met | | | | | | | |
d52 | O gracious Lord, whose mercies rise | | | | | | | |
d53 | O happy day of peace and love | | | | | | | |
d54 | O how lovely Zion city | | | | | | | |
d55 | O sad and suffering world | | | | | | | |
d56 | O watchtower high the Christian's | | | | | | | |
d57 | O we are volunteers | | | | | | | |
d58 | Of thy love some gracious token | | | | | | | |
d59 | One [A] sweetly [sweet] solemn thought comes to me o'er and o'er | | | | | | | |
d60 | One by one, thy duties wait thee | | | | | | | |
d61 | One place is vacant | | | | | | | |
d62 | Onward, then, ye faithful | | | | | | | |
d63 | Open wide the garden gate | | | | | | | |
d64 | Pleasant is the Sabbath bell | | | | | | | |
d65 | Praise, O praise the name divine | | | | | | | |
d66 | Praise to thee, thou loving Father | | | | | | | |
d67 | Remember now thy Creator | | | | | | | |
d68 | Ring out, ring out, sweet silver bells | | | | | | | |
d69 | Soldier of Christ, be not cast down | | | | | | | |
d70 | Still one in life and one in death | | | | | | | |
d71 | Sunday, sacred day of rest | | | | | | | |
d72 | Sweet day of sacred rest | | | | | | | |
d73 | Sweet 'tis to sing of thee | | | | | | | |
d74 | The angels' ranks that gird the throne | | | | | | | |
d75 | The children are gathering from near and from far | | | | | | | |
d76 | The God who built the lofty sky | | | | | | | |
d77 | The Sunday school that blessed place | | | | | | | |
d78 | The trumpet is sounding our banner unfurled | | | | | | | |
d79 | The way to heaven is narrow and its blessed | | | | | | | |
d80 | There are angels ever near us | | | | | | | |
d81 | There is a Friend, a faithful friend | | | | | | | |
d82 | There is a river we all must cross | | | | | | | |
d83 | There, too, our power shall be | | | | | | | |
d84 | There's a home for the poor on that beautiful shore | | | | | | | |
d85 | There's a light in the window for thee, brother | | | | | | | |
d86 | There's a song the angels sing | | | | | | | |
d87 | This world is all full of joy to me | | | | | | | |
d88 | We are but minutes, little things | | | | | | | |
d89 | We come with joyful song | | | | | | | |
d90 | Weep not for him, mother | | | | | | | |
d91 | Welcome, pastor dear, welcome | | | | | | | |
d92 | We're a happy band of scholars | | | | | | | |
d93 | Where do we love to go | | | | | | | |
d94 | Where the battle rages fiercely | | | | | | | |
d95 | Where trial with its fiery darts | | | | | | | |
d96 | Where'er in reverent quietude | | | | | | | |
d97 | While truth and God inspire | | | | | | | |
d98 | Why should I be sad or fearful | | | | | | | |
d99 | With spirit tuned aright | | | | | | | |
d100 | Withhold the angry word | | | | | | | |