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1 | Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name | | | | | | | |
2 | Soft be the gently-breathing notes | | | | | | | |
3 | Our Father, God, who art in heaven | | | | | | | |
4 | O Lord, behold before thy throne | | | | | | | |
5 | Thy works proclaim thy glory, Lord | | | | | | | |
6 | Art thou my Father? canst thou bear | | | | | | | |
7 | Why have we lips, if not to sing | | | | | | | |
8 | When Jesus Christ was here below | | | | | | | |
9 | Father of our exalted Lord! | | | | | | | |
10 | God, in the gospel of his Son | | | | | | | |
11 | Assembled in our school once more | | | | | | | |
12 | Lord, be thy service all my joy | | | | | | | |
13 | There is a stream whose gentle flow | | | | | | | |
14 | Still evening comes, with gentle shade | | | | | | | |
15 | How blest the sacred tie that binds | | | | | | | |
16 | God is the refuge of his saints | | | | | | | |
17 | How blest the man whose cautious feet | | | | | | | |
18 | As when the weary traveller gains | | | | | | | |
19 | Thus far the Lord has led me on | | | | | | | |
20 | By Jesus' pure example taught | | | | | | | |
21 | Jesus, thou noblest friend of man | | | | | | | |
22 | Lord, how delightful 'tis to see | | | | | | | |
23 | Father in heaven! thy ceaseless love | | | | | | | |
24 | God, thou art good! each perfumed flower | | | | | | | |
25 | Great God! and wilt thou condescend | | | | | | | |
26 | Almighty Ruler of the skies | | | | | | | |
27 | Retiring from our school once more | | | | | | | |
28 | From every stormy wind that blows | | | | | | | |
29 | From year to year, in love we meet | | | | | | | |
30 | O, blest in spirit are the poor | | | | | | | |
31 | What shall the dying sinner do | | | | | | | |
32 | How many ways the young may find | | | | | | | |
33 | Who can describe the joys that rise | | | | | | | |
34 | Come, sacred Spirit, from above | | | | | | | |
35 | How blest the righteous when he dies! | | | | | | | |
36 | Come, thou eternal Spirit, come | | | | | | | |
37 | How sweet the hour of closing day | | | | | | | |
38 | How vain is all beneath the skies! | | | | | | | |
39 | There is a land mine eye hath seen | | | | | | | |
40 | Called by the Sabbath bells away | | | | | | | |
41 | Another day its course has run | | | | | | | |
42 | O Thou who seest the sparrow's fall | | | | | | | |
43 | I love to join the joyful play | | | | | | | |
44 | Why do I love the hour of rest? | | | | | | | |
45 | See you the eastern orb, which glows | | | | | | | |
46 | The clear blue sky looks full of love | | | | | | | |
47 | I love to have the Sabbath come | | | | | | | |
48 | When to the house of God we go | | | | | | | |
49 | We are but young--yet we may sing | | | | | | | |
50 | Here, gracious God, beneath thy feet | | | | | | | |
51 | We've met another Sabbath day | | | | | | | |
52 | Come, dearest Lord, and bless this day | | | | | | | |
53 | Thus far we're spared again to meet | | | | | | | |
54 | Thou art, O God, the life and light | | | | | | | |
55 | Father of mercies, God of love | | | | | | | |
56 | Still nigh me, O, my Saviour, stand | | | | | | | |
57 | Jesus thou source of calm repose | | | | | | | |
58 | The Lord my pasture shall prepare | | | | | | | |
59 | How sweet to be allowed to pray | | | | | | | |
60 | Great God, in whom we live and move | | | | | | | |
61 | Why should we spend our youthful days | | | | | | | |
62 | There is an hour of hallowed peace | | | | | | | |
63 | O could I find from day to day | | | | | | | |
64 | Be sacred truth, my child, thy guide | | | | | | | |
65 | Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb | | | | | | | |
66 | O Lord! I would delight in thee | | | | | | | |
67 | Awake ye saints and raise your eyes | | | | | | | |
68 | There's not a tint that paints the rose | | | | | | | |
69 | My God, who makes the sun to know | | | | | | | |
70 | Hear, Lord, the voice of praise and prayer | | | | | | | |
71 | The morn of life how fair and gay! | | | | | | | |
72 | O for that tenderness of heart | | | | | | | |
73 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
74 | When darkness, like a curtain, spreads | | | | | | | |
75 | We ask not golden streams of wealth | | | | | | | |
76 | The morn of life how fair and gay | | | | | | | |
77 | Calm on the bosom of thy God | | | | | | | |
78 | What do I read my Bible for | | | | | | | |
79 | Young though we are, and in the prime | | | | | | | |
80 | In verdant fields of Palestine | | | | | | | |
81 | What if the little rain should say | | | | | | | |
82 | When children give their hearts to God | | | | | | | |
83 | When in the school we rise to pray | | | | | | | |
84 | Will God, who made the earth and sea | | | | | | | |
85 | Beware, beware of careless words | | | | | | | |
86 | A little word in kindness said | | | | | | | |
87 | Almighty Father! I am weak | | | | | | | |
88 | Jesus, unite our hearts to thee | | | | | | | |
89 | Lord, I would own thy tender care | | | | | | | |
90 | With warm affection let us view | | | | | | | |
91 | Come, children, learn to fear the Lord | | | | | | | |
92 | How beautiful the setting sun! | | | | | | | |
93 | The Lord our God is Lord of all | | | | | | | |
94 | Father! I love to read of thee | | | | | | | |
95 | O, for a heart to praise my God | | | | | | | |
96 | I love the sunshine everywhere | | | | | | | |
97 | Let children that would fear the Lord | | | | | | | |
98 | Lord, teach us children how to pray | | | | | | | |
99 | O thou, whose tender mercy hears | | | | | | | |
100 | How shall the young secure their hearts | | | | | | | |