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1 | Come, children, and join in our festival song | | | | | | | |
2 | Preserved by thine Almighty power | | | | | | | |
3 | Joyfully, joyfully, onward we move | | | | | | | |
4 | O how I love the Sabbath | | | | | | | |
5 | Here we meet to part again | | | | | | | |
6 | We bring no glittering treasures | | | | | | | |
7a | Come hither, little restless one | | | | | | | |
7b | Would you be as angels are | | | | | | | |
8 | Around the throne of God in heav'n | | | | | | | |
9 | O, do not be discouraged | | | | | | | |
10 | Come, children, raise your voices high | | | | | | | |
11 | Come, let us sweetly sing, join in full chorus | | | | | | | |
12 | The Sunday school, that blessed place | | | | | | | |
13 | I think, when I read that sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
14 | The Bible! the Bible! more precious than gold | | | | | | | |
15 | Children, come, will you come | | | | | | | |
16 | Come, let us all awake, Sing, every one | | | | | | | |
17 | We have met in peace together | | | | | | | |
18a | Days, and weeks, and months, returning | | | | | | | |
18b | Little drops of water | | | | | | | |
19 | Father, hear, to thee we raise | | | | | | | |
20 | Lord, teach a little child to pray | | | | | | | |
21 | There's a song the angels sing | | | | | | | |
22 | Come, let us all unite to praise | | | | | | | |
23 | When Sabbath's sacred morning light | | | | | | | |
24 | We come, we come, with loud acclaim | | | | | | | |
25 | We are trav'ling home to heaven above | | | | | | | |
26 | Jesus, we thy lambs would be | | | | | | | |
27 | In the rosy light of the morning bright | | | | | | | |
28 | Thanks to thee, our heavenly Father | | | | | | | |
29 | See the shining dewdrops | | | | | | | |
30 | Jerusalem, my happy home | | | | | | | |
31 | Joy and gladness! joy and gladness! | | | | | | | |
32 | We're gathered here, a happy band | | | | | | | |
33 | Come, little soldiers, Join in our band | | | | | | | |
34 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
35 | We're marching to the promised land | | | | | | | |
36 | We're th' lambs of the flock, and no danger we fear | | | | | | | |
37 | Who shall sing, if not the children? | | | | | | | |
38 | Where, O where, are the Hebrew children | | | | | | | |
39 | Ten thousand hearts, ten thousand tongues | | | | | | | |
40 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
41 | We love to sing together | | | | | | | |
42 | My country, 'tis of thee | | | | | | | |
43 | Today we come with singing | | | | | | | |
44 | Hark! the morning bells are ringing! | | | | | | | |
45 | Now we lift our tuneful voices | | | | | | | |
46 | I'm but a traveler here | | | | | | | |
47 | Come, school mates, away! | | | | | | | |
48 | Hark! hark! the notes of joy | | | | | | | |
49 | Sweet is the time of spring | | | | | | | |
50 | We won't give up the Bible | | | | | | | |
51 | When the morning light drives away the night | | | | | | | |
52 | More than fortune's Lofty station | | | | | | | |
53 | Many voices seem to say | | | | | | | |
54 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
55 | By the side of a river so clear | | | | | | | |
56 | Out on an ocean all boundless we ride | | | | | | | |
57 | Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone | | | | | | | |
58 | There is a friend we ought to love | | | | | | | |
59 | There is a happy land, Far, far away | | | | | | | |
60 | Once was heard the song of childern | | | | | | | |
61 | Today the Birds, on every bough | | | | | | | |
62 | I've roamed over mountain, I've crossed over flood | | | | | | | |
63 | Go when the morning shineth | | | | | | | |
64 | Here we throng to praise the Saviour | | | | | | | |
65 | Come, come, come, Don't delay, haste away | | | | | | | |
66 | Pleasant is the Sabbath bell | | | | | | | |