Sabbath School Bell No. 2: a superior collection of choice tunes, newly arranged and composed, and a large number of excellent hymns written expressly for this work, which are well adapted for...

#	Text	Tune
1	And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field
6	Holy angels in their flight, Traverse over earth and sky
7	Who was in the manger laid?
8a	On this New Year evening, when our hearts are light
8b	Not Greenland's icy mountains
8c	Praise God, from whom all blessings flow!
9	Rouse thee, child of heaven!
10	I hear not a footstep, there is not a tone
13	The flowery field of youth she trod
14	When light comes o'er the plain
16	Youthful days when bright and cheerful
17	Come to Jesus, Come to Jesus
18	Little travelers, Zionward
20	O what will the Sabbath school do for us?
21	Never forget the Sabbath school
22	There's a light in the window for thee, dear brother
23a	Shepherds, keeping watch by night
23b	Bethlehem star, sweet gem of light
24	There's a song the angels sing
25	Shall we meet beyond the river
26	Jesus, we thy lambs would be
27	On the banks beyond the stream
28	They gathered round the cross
29a	Oh! turn not the Sailor away from your door
29b	The Sailor's home is on the wave
29c	Do good! do good! there's ever a way
30	What to me are earth's pleasures
31	Father, hear! to thee we raise
32	Come, O my soul, in joyous lays
33a	Jesus shall reign where'er the sun
33b	Awake, my tongue, thy tribute bring
34	In childhood's young and happy hours, I wander free o'er hill and plain
35a	The Sunday-school, how dear to me!
35b	A grain of corn an infant's hand
36	See an angel, flying--flying
37	I love the Sabbath School--Heaven of rest
38	Heavenly Father, grant thy blessing
39	Jesus, I my cross have taken
40	I'll awake at dawn on the Sabbath day
41	How precious the dying of saints to the Lord
42	Speak gently it is better far
43	The promised morning o'er us breaks
45	The Sabbath bell so gayly breaks
46	Be kind to your father--for when thou wert young
48a	I'm but a stranger here
48b	Be kind to thy pastor--for many long years
49	O give thanks unto the Lord, for he is good
51	When on earth our dear Redeemer
52	Mother! sweet mother! though many a day
54	The waves are high, the night is dark
55	Our Pastor we greet, As once more we meet
56	Christmas bells are ringing, ringing
57a	Sabbath bells are ringing, ringing
57b	Spring-buds sweet are blooming, blooming
57c	Wild birds now are singing, singing
58	Who would not love the Sunday school?
59	Lord, we thank thee for the blessings
62	We are going, going, going To a land where all is light
63	In the rosy light of the morning bright
64	As flows the rapid river
65	There, sheltered from the wolves and cold
66	How radiant now the evening skies
67	Say, brothers, will you meet us
68	Oh, do not wish your darling back
69a	The year's last song, and then we part!
69b	Now we can bid our books farewell
70	Where'er my little footsteps go
71	Happy, happy days of childhood
72	I offer Thee this heart of mine
73	And I heard the mourner say	[And I heard a mourner say]
74	My soul doth magnify the Lord
75	There is a land mine eye hath seen
76	Those evening bells, those evening bells
77a	Those sacred bells--those sacred bells
77b	How sweet when daylight closes
77c	Bands of Hope are sailing, sailing
78	Kind shepherd, lead me o'er the plain
80	Holy angels, sons of glory
82	Zion, the marvelous story be telling
84	Saviour, breathe an evening blessing
86	Go to Sunday school--Children do, children do
87	Some vain children try
88	The sun is breaking thro' the mist
90	There is a hopeful company
92	Jesus, Saviour, at thy bidding
94	O mother, no; your little girl
96	Blessings--blessings on the children
98	Sabbath day of childhood's years
100	Of all the sweet and holy sounds on God's fair day of rest
102	Come to the Sabbath School, When our glad bells shall toll
104	Our glad voices let us raise
105	Awake, my soul, in joyful lays
106	Hurrah! hurrah! to the woods we go
108	We, a band of happy children
110	The dewy, dewy rose of Sharon
111	My mother dear! my mother dear!
112	Hark! the herald angels sing
113	Strike the cymbal, roll the tymbal
116	Like rivers swift flowing toward the deep ocean
118	False are the men of high degree