# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
83a | Awake, and sing the song | | | | | | | |
83b | Blest be the tie that binds | | | | | | | |
83c | Again we meet, O Lord | | | | | | | |
83d | Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
84 | Sweet is the time of spring | | | | | | | |
85a | I was a wandering sheep | | | | | | | |
85b | I want a heart to pray | | | | | | | |
86a | My country! 'tis of thee | | | | | | | |
86b | Glory to God on high! | | | | | | | |
87 | Afflictions tho' they seem severe | | | | | | | |
88a | Rock of Ages! cleft for me | | | | | | | |
88b | Safely through another week | | | | | | | |
89a | Hark, my soul! it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
89b | Soon will set the Sabbath sun | | | | | | | |
90 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
91a | Holy Bible! book divine! | | | | | | | |
91b | Softly fades the twilight ray | | | | | | | |
91c | Saviour, may a little child | | | | | | | |
91d | All ye nations, praise the Lord! | | | | | | | |
92a | See the shining dewdrops | | | | | | | |
92b | Jesus, high in glory | | | | | | | |
93 | O come, children, come to the Saviour to-day | | | | | | | |
94 | Beautiful Zion built above | | | | | | | |
95 | Nearer, my God, to thee | | | | | | | |
96 | Oh, when shall I see Jesus | | | | | | | |
97a | Now be the gospel banner | | | | | | | |
97b | To Thee, my God and Saviour | | | | | | | |
97c | Go when the morning shineth | | | | | | | |
98a | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
98b | When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come | | | | | | | |
98c | Gushing so bright in the morning light | | | | | | | |
99 | I was vain and merry hearted | | | | | | | |
100 | When little Samuel woke | | | | | | | |
101a | Children, hear the melting story | | | | | | | |
101b | In the vineyard of our Father | | | | | | | |
102 | Jesus, lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
103a | Children of the heavenly King | | | | | | | |
103b | Palms of glory, raiment bright | | | | | | | |
103c | While, with ceaseless course, the sun | | | | | | | |
103d | Mary to the Saviour's tomb | | | | | | | |
104 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
105 | Oh! how happy are they | | | | | | | |
106a | Humble praises, holy Jesus | | | | | | | |
106b | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
107 | Now the Saviour's standing, pleading | | | | | | | |
108a | I would not live alway! I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
108b | The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know | | | | | | | |
109 | We won't give up the Bible | | | | | | | |
110 | How pleasant thus to dwell beloow | | | | | | | |
111 | Meek and lowly, pure and holy | | | | | | | |
112 | Behold! behold! the Lamb of God | | | | | | | |
113 | Dear friends, with joy we meet you here | | | | | | | |
114 | Beautiful star in heaven so bright | | | | | | | |
115 | We love to go to Sabbath school | | | | | | | |
116 | Into her chamber went A little child one day | | | | | | | |
117 | A still, small voice she heard within her soul | | | | | | | |
118 | The dearest spot on earth to me | | | | | | | |
119 | I ought to love my mother | | | | | | | |
120a | What though we slumber with the dead | | | | | | | |
120b | Say, brothers, will you join us | | | | | | | |
121 | Where! where will be the birds that sing | | | | | | | |
122 | In the Christian's home in glory | | | | | | | |
123 | I love thee, I love thee, I love thee my Lord | | | | | | | |
124a | Jesus forever lives | | | | | | | |
124b | Once more with hallowed feeling | | | | | | | |
125 | Oh! send forth the Bible, more precious than gold | | | | | | | |
126 | Live on the field of battle! | | | | | | | |
127 | Here we come with cheerful voices | | | | | | | |
128 | Rejoice, Rejoice, the promised time is coming | | | | | | | |
130a | O the Sabbath morning, beautiful and bright | | | | | | | |
130b | I am young, but I must die | | | | | | | |
130c | How blest, blest are we | | | | | | | |
131 | Gather them in from the lanes and streets | | | | | | | |
132 | Oh! I'll be a good child as ever I can be | | | | | | | |
133 | Great Shepherd of the sheep | | | | | | | |
134 | I know 'tis Jesus loves my soul | | | | | | | |
135 | Morn amid the mountains | | | | | | | |
136a | The year has flown, and we again | | | | | | | |
136b | Come sing to me of heaven | | | | | | | |
137 | Only a few short months ago | | | | | | | |
138 | A wail comes o'er the wave | | | | | | | |
139 | It was a blessed summer's day | | | | | | | |
140 | We are on our journy home | | | | | | | |
141 | A year has flown, what joys we've seen | | | | | | | |