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3 | Flow on, thou Shining River | | | | | | | |
4 | There is beyond a shining land | | | | | | | |
5 | Little children, one and all | | | | | | | |
6 | Gird on the armor, brave soul, today | | | | | | | |
7 | We are marching on to Zion | | | | | | | |
8 | Thanks be to God | | | | | | | |
10 | This dark world is not my dwelling | | | | | | | |
11 | Blessed Jesus, Blessed Jesus, Thou who gav'st thyself for me | | | | | | | |
12 | When toils of earth are o'er | | | | | | | |
13 | Blessed bible! word of truth! | | | | | | | |
14 | Thy Saviour is tenderly calling thee now | | | | | | | |
15 | Our heavenly Father! as we bow before thee | | | | | | | |
16 | In the darkness of night | | | | | | | |
17 | More love, O God, to thee | | | | | | | |
18 | Where the unfading tree of life is growing | | | | | | | |
19 | "Feed my lambs," the Saviour said | | | | | | | |
20 | Christians, go work for Jesus | | | | | | | |
21 | Once more, with songs of rapture | | | | | | | |
22 | We weary on our journey | | | | | | | |
23 | The Christmas chimes are ringing in | | | | | | | |
24 | Onward, Christian soldiers | | | | | | | |
25 | Ring out, merry bells in the steeple | | | | | | | |
26 | Over a dismal waste of years | | | | | | | |
27 | Now to heav'n our prayer ascending | | | | | | | |
28 | Who are these, like stars appearing | | | | | | | |
29 | We'll gather the children, from lane and from street | | | | | | | |
30 | We will chant in psalms of glory | | | | | | | |
31 | When my sins before me lie | | | | | | | |
32 | The skies are fair, and the sun shines bright | | | | | | | |
33 | Keep praying at the door | | | | | | | |
34 | One sweetly solemn tho't | | | | | | | |
35 | We thank thee, Heavenly Father | | | | | | | |
36 | There is work for little children | | | | | | | |
37 | Rejoice, ye pure in heart | | | | | | | |
38 | I'll lift mine eyes unto the hills | | | | | | | |
39 | As wandering on life's journey | | | | | | | |
40 | There are angels arrayed in white | | | | | | | |
41 | Hark, and hear them singing | | | | | | | |
42 | Children, to the rescue! | | | | | | | |
43 | Feeble, fainting, Lord, I come | | | | | | | |
44 | We sing the song of Jesus | | | | | | | |
45 | Angels are ever hov'ring round | | | | | | | |
46 | I'm kneeling at the threshold | | | | | | | |
47 | With joyful hearts we look to thee | | | | | | | |
49 | What can we little children do | | | | | | | |
50 | Come, and seek the Saviour | | | | | | | |
51 | Little children, seek the Lord | | | | | | | |
52 | There are angels hov'ring round | | | | | | | |
53 | Thy works, Lord, do praise thee on earth and above | | | | | | | |
54 | O Jesus, Friend unfailing | | | | | | | |
55 | Oh, we love the Bible--book divine! | | | | | | | |
56 | When we get home to that beautiful land | | | | | | | |
58 | A little talk with Jesus, How it smooths the rugged road! | | | | | | | |
59 | What can I do for Jesus | | | | | | | |
60 | Tell me the story over | | | | | | | |
61 | There is a fountain filled with blood | | | | | | | |
62 | In the silent watches of the night | | | | | | | |
63 | I love to sing of heaven, That bright and shining land | | | | | | | |
64 | My precious class for Jesus | | | | | | | |
65 | Kind hearts are the gardens | | | | | | | |
66 | Let us sing loud praises | | | | | | | |
67 | Let us not, in youth's bright morning | | | | | | | |
68 | If you have a pleasant tho't, Sing it | | | | | | | |
70 | Children of the Sabbath School | | | | | | | |
71 | What are these array'd in white | | | | | | | |
72 | When the twilight softly closes | | | | | | | |
73 | Jesus, only Jesus--He is all we need | | | | | | | |
74 | I heard the angels singing | | | | | | | |
75 | Saviour dear, thou art my brother | | | | | | | |
76 | The path that leads to God | | | | | | | |
77 | Thro' life's dark vales and shadows | | | | | | | |
78 | No homeless wanderer am I | | | | | | | |
79 | 'Tis my Saviour's voice I hear | | | | | | | |
80 | There's no other friend like Jesus | | | | | | | |
81 | Oh, haste thy kingdom, Lord | | | | | | | |
82 | In heav'n, bright heav'n, the home of the blest | | | | | | | |
83 | The light of truth is breaking | | | | | | | |
84 | Oh, how I love the dawn of the Sabbath day! | | | | | | | |
85 | "Come unto me," our Saviour calls | | | | | | | |
86 | O crown of life! O dazzling prize | | | | | | | |
87 | O my Father, take me, make me | | | | | | | |
88 | Come home, come home! 'Tis your Father says | | | | | | | |
90 | Ere you left your room this morning | | | | | | | |
91 | Have you heard the still small voice? | | | | | | | |
92 | In the early morning, For life is but a day | | | | | | | |
93 | Jesus is calling you, children | | | | | | | |
94 | Down by the banks of softly gliding Kedron | | | | | | | |
95 | A few more years shall roll | | | | | | | |
96 | Our mission fulfilling, At work or at pray | | | | | | | |
97 | There is rest beyond the river | | | | | | | |
98 | Blessed be the fountain of blood | [Blessed be the fountain of blood] | | | | | | |
100 | Little children, press onward in serving the Lord | | | | | | | |
101 | Whosoever will come to the waters | | | | | | | |
102 | I've found the path my Saviour trod | | | | | | | |
103 | When the harvest appears | | | | | | | |
104 | We shall meet in Heav'n above | | | | | | | |
105 | Oh, we love our faithful Pastor | | | | | | | |
106 | Shall we meet with the loved and the lost | | | | | | | |
107 | We praise thee, O God! for the Son of thy love | | | | | | | |
108 | Jesus, my Saviour, I'll follow thee | | | | | | | |