# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | A crown of glory bright | | | | | | | |
d2 | Aloft the temperance banner floats | | | | | | | |
d3 | Angels bright are hovering round | | | | | | | |
d4 | Are you watching for his coming | | | | | | | |
d5 | Arouse, arouse, from your slumbers | | | | | | | |
d6 | As we journey on to Zion | | | | | | | |
d7 | Be our joyful song today | | | | | | | |
d8 | Beautiful angels, where are ye | | | | | | | |
d9 | Beautiful spirit of faith | | | | | | | |
d10 | Behold the glorious banner of salvation | | | | | | | |
d11 | Bright are the joys of the ransomed | | | | | | | |
d12 | Brightly beams the morning sun | | | | | | | |
d13 | By faith we look for joys | | | | | | | |
d14 | Children lift your voices high | | | | | | | |
d15 | Come all ye saints to Pisgah's mountain | | | | | | | |
d16 | Come hither, little children | | | | | | | |
d17 | Come join our celebration | | | | | | | |
d18 | Come, let us sing of Jesus, While hearts and accents blend | | | | | | | |
d19 | Come, poor pilgrim, sad and weary | | | | | | | |
d20 | Come to me, the Savior cries | | | | | | | |
d21 | Dark is my sky | | | | | | | |
d22 | From the tomb, in brightness and glory | | | | | | | |
d23 | Gather them in from the broad highway | | | | | | | |
d24 | Gathering homeward from every land | | | | | | | |
d25 | Glowing bright and pleasant | | | | | | | |
d26 | Hark, the angels singing, Wake the happy morn | | | | | | | |
d27 | Hark, the voice of God is sounding | | | | | | | |
d28 | Hark to the chimes | | | | | | | |
d29 | Have you heard the sweet story more precious | | | | | | | |
d30 | He that goeth forth in spring time | | | | | | | |
d31 | Hear me, Shepherd, Shepherd of the flock | | | | | | | |
d32 | Here we are but straying pilgrims | | | | | | | |
d33 | Holy angels in their flight traverse over earth and sky | | | | | | | |
d34 | How beautiful the morning When summer days | | | | | | | |
d35 | How sweet 'tis to meet with companions | | | | | | | |
d36 | I asked a little prattling child | | | | | | | |
d37 | I can see beyond the river | | | | | | | |
d38 | I love my Father, for, on high | | | | | | | |
d39 | I love the Sunday school | | | | | | | |
d40 | I must not walk in the way of sin | | | | | | | |
d41 | I'll labor for the Savior | | | | | | | |
d42 | In that world of ancient story | | | | | | | |
d43 | In the Christian's home in [of] glory | | | | | | | |
d44 | In the daylight when I labor | | | | | | | |
d45 | In the far better land of glory and light | | | | | | | |
d46 | In the tempest of life when the wave and gale is round | | | | | | | |
d47 | Is it well with your soul today, brother | | | | | | | |
d48 | Jerusalem, the golden, I languish for one gleam | | | | | | | |
d49 | Jerusalem, the golden, with milk and honey blest | | | | | | | |
d50 | Jesus, help me day by day | | | | | | | |
d51 | Jesus, I come to the fount | | | | | | | |
d52 | Kind friends, we meet again | | | | | | | |
d53 | Little children, do you hear | | | | | | | |
d54 | Little saints to Christ belong | | | | | | | |
d55 | Lo the gospel ship is sailing | | | | | | | |
d56 | Lo the lilies of the field | | | | | | | |
d57 | Marching on, marching on | | | | | | | |
d58 | Mary to her [the] Savior's tomb | | | | | | | |
d59 | Mother, I have heard sweet music | | | | | | | |
d60 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
d61 | O be joyful all ye lands | | | | | | | |
d62 | O gladly on this Sabbath day | | | | | | | |
d63 | O have you not heard of a [that] beautiful stream | | | | | | | |
d64 | O how I love the Sabbath | | | | | | | |
d65 | O Jesus, we praise thee | | | | | | | |
d66 | O leave the crowded ranks of sin | | | | | | | |
d67 | O Paradise, O Paradise, who doth [does] [would] not win thy rest | | | | | | | |
d68 | O sing praises, all ye children | | | | | | | |
d69 | O sinner, filled with woe and pain | | | | | | | |
d70 | O we love, we love the Sabbath school | | | | | | | |
d71 | O where are your hearts so light | | | | | | | |
d72 | O yes, I have heard of the beautiful stream | | | | | | | |
d73 | Only one crossing over | | | | | | | |
d74 | Out on an ocean all boundless we ride | | | | | | | |
d75 | Over the tide, over the tide | | | | | | | |
d76 | Pilgrim of the staff and sandal | | | | | | | |
d77 | Read, for the Bible's cheerful page | | | | | | | |
d78 | Rejoice, rejoice, the promised time is coming | | | | | | | |
d79 | Ring the bells, the golden hours | | | | | | | |
d80 | Shall we gather at [by] the river, Where bright angel feet have trod | | | | | | | |
d81 | Shall we meet beyond the river, where the surges | | | | | | | |
d82 | Sing, brother, sing, for the night | | | | | | | |
d83 | Sister, thou wast [wert] mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
d84 | Softly, softly, Christ is calling | | | | | | | |
d85 | Soon, O soon, I am going over | | | | | | | |
d86 | Spread, my soul, thy golden pinions | | | | | | | |
d87 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
d88 | Sweet day of rest, sweet day of rest, I long to see thee and be blest | | | | | | | |
d89 | Sweet is the Savior's voice | | | | | | | |
d90 | Thanks to thee, before we part | | | | | | | |
d91 | The angels are coming upon their sweet mission | | | | | | | |
d92 | The children are waiting | | | | | | | |
d93 | The lambs of the flock | | | | | | | |
d94 | The Lord has come, our help | | | | | | | |
d95 | The Lord, our God, is King | | | | | | | |
d96 | The morning breaks upon the shore | | | | | | | |
d97 | The morning bright, with rosy light | | | | | | | |
d98 | The morning is fair | | | | | | | |
d99 | The songs my gentle mother sang | | | | | | | |
d100 | The world looks very beautiful | | | | | | | |