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3 | The morning sun is bright and clear | | | | | | | |
4 | O, we love the Sabbath school | | | | | | | |
5 | Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer! | | | | | | | |
6 | There is no name so sweet on earth | | | | | | | |
7 | I'm a lonely trav'ler here | | | | | | | |
8 | Listen to the roses | | | | | | | |
9 | There is a happy land, Far, far away | | | | | | | |
10 | Beautiful Zion, built above | | | | | | | |
12 | Nothing but leaves, the spirit grieves | | | | | | | |
13 | Have you ever heard the story | | | | | | | |
14 | Dare to be right! dare to be true! | | | | | | | |
15 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
16 | The morning light is breaking | | | | | | | |
17a | When shall the voice of singing | | | | | | | |
17b | The mellow eve is gliding | | | | | | | |
17c | Now be the gospel banner | | | | | | | |
18 | Jesus loves me, this I know | | | | | | | |
19a | I know 'tis Jesus loves my soul | | | | | | | |
19b | Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
20 | I'm going to be a soldier | | | | | | | |
22 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus! | | | | | | | |
23 | This pleasant Sabbath morning | | | | | | | |
24 | I've read of a world of beauty | | | | | | | |
25 | There is a land immortal | | | | | | | |
26 | How dearly God must love us | | | | | | | |
27 | Chide mildly the erring | | | | | | | |
28 | Yes, for me, for me he careth | | | | | | | |
29a | Jesus, tender Shepherd, hear us | | | | | | | |
29b | Gently, Lord, oh, gently lead us | | | | | | | |
29c | Take my heart, O Father, take it | | | | | | | |
30 | There's a light in the window for thee, brother | | | | | | | |
32 | Only the sunbeams reflected! | | | | | | | |
34 | Come, schoolmates, don't grow weary | | | | | | | |
35a | Lord, when thou didst ascend on high | | | | | | | |
35b | How are thy servants blessed, O Lord! | | | | | | | |
35c | Jesus shall reign, where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
36 | Have your efforts proved in vain? | | | | | | | |
37 | My heavenly home is bright and fair | | | | | | | |
38 | How beauteous are their feet | | | | | | | |
39 | Must Jesus bear the cross alone | | | | | | | |
40 | I love the blessed Sabbath day | | | | | | | |
41 | Days, and weeks, and months returning | | | | | | | |
42 | A crown of glory bright | | | | | | | |
43 | I want to be an angel | | | | | | | |
44 | Sweetly sing, sweetly sing | | | | | | | |
45a | Let such as feel oppression's load | | | | | | | |
45b | Lord, teach a sinful child to pray | | | | | | | |
45c | Oh! for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
45d | Dear Saviour! when my thoughts recall | | | | | | | |
46 | Little child, do you love Jesus! | | | | | | | |
47 | I'm but a stranger here | | | | | | | |
48 | They are blest, and blest forever | | | | | | | |
49a | Saviour! breathe an evening blessing | | | | | | | |
49b | Praise we Him by whose kind favour | | | | | | | |
49c | He that goeth forth with weeping | | | | | | | |
49d | Come, thou Fount of every blessing! | | | | | | | |
50 | Sweet land of rest! for thee I sigh | | | | | | | |
51 | Safely through another week | | | | | | | |
52 | The Sunday-school army has gathered once more | | | | | | | |
53 | I want to be an angel, And with the angels stand | | | | | | | |
54 | I was a wandering sheep | | | | | | | |
55a | I want a heart to pray | | | | | | | |
55b | Sweet is the time of Spring | | | | | | | |
55c | A charge to keep I have | | | | | | | |
56 | Watching on Judea's plain | | | | | | | |
58 | In that world of glory bright | | | | | | | |
59 | My rest is in heaven, my rest is not here | | | | | | | |
60 | Bright beams from heav'n are breaking | | | | | | | |
61a | God of my life, my morning song | | | | | | | |
61b | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
62 | I love to sing of that great power | | | | | | | |
63a | God Eternal!--Source of all | | | | | | | |
63b | Jesus, Shepherd of the sheep | | | | | | | |
64 | Nearer, my God, to thee | | | | | | | |
65 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
66 | There is far away in the heavens | | | | | | | |
68 | One of Jesus' lambs am I | | | | | | | |
69 | O, sing to me of heaven | | | | | | | |
70 | How sweet the words of Jesus! | | | | | | | |
72 | There's a country, dear children, of endless delight | | | | | | | |
74 | A beautiful land by faith I see | | | | | | | |
75a | Blest be the tie that binds | | | | | | | |
75b | Jesus, who knows full well | | | | | | | |
75c | Come, Holy Spirit, come, Let thy bright beams arise | | | | | | | |
76 | This life is but a summer's day | | | | | | | |
78 | Ye valiant soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
79 | Happy angels! still ye dwell | | | | | | | |
80 | The children are gath'ring from near and from far | | | | | | | |
82 | Little trav'lers Zionward | | | | | | | |
83 | My God, how endless is thy love! | | | | | | | |
84 | We have no home but heaven | | | | | | | |
86 | I will a little pilgrim be | | | | | | | |
87 | "Is this the way, my Father?" | | | | | | | |
88 | When, his salvation bringing | | | | | | | |
89 | O, do not be discouraged | | | | | | | |
90 | I know 'tis Jesus loves my soul | | | | | | | |
91 | Once more, my soul, the rising day | | | | | | | |
92 | God's angels come from heaven on high | | | | | | | |
93 | Our Father, who art in heaven | | | | | | | |
94 | We love to sing together | | | | | | | |