# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
3 | To our dear Sabbath school there ought many to come | | | | | | | |
4 | The children are gathering from near and from far | | | | | | | |
5 | Gather them in from the broad highway | | | | | | | |
6 | Who are sowing? who are sowing? | | | | | | | |
7 | We lift our voices, In a strain of gladness | | | | | | | |
8 | There is rest for the weary! how cheering the thought | | | | | | | |
9 | Welcome, welcome, holy Sabbath | | | | | | | |
10 | We must be loving--Jesus is love | | | | | | | |
11 | I must obey my mother | | | | | | | |
12 | Now in the pleasant springtime | | | | | | | |
13 | The pearl that worldlings covet | | | | | | | |
14 | Our Saviour, our Redeemer | | | | | | | |
15 | Come, ye who love the Lord | | | | | | | |
16 | Children of Jerusalem Sang the praise of Jesus' name | | | | | | | |
17 | This holy Book is all divine | | | | | | | |
18 | There's a voice in the air | | | | | | | |
19 | Happy angels, still you dwell | | | | | | | |
20 | Hark! I hear the Saviour calling | | | | | | | |
21 | Dear Jesus, let thy pitying eye | | | | | | | |
22 | My country, 'tis of thee | | | | | | | |
23 | Quiet, Lord, my froward heart | | | | | | | |
24 | High we raise our hallelujahs | | | | | | | |
25 | Think of it, little children | | | | | | | |
26 | Praise to God the Father, Everlasting praise! | | | | | | | |
27 | Oh! the green grass waves, o'er the silent graves | | | | | | | |
28 | We are out on the ocean sailing | | | | | | | |
29 | Children of darkness in sin were born | | | | | | | |
30 | A song for the school, the Sunday School! | | | | | | | |
31 | I want to be a happy saint | | | | | | | |
32 | Thanks to God for life and beauty | | | | | | | |
33 | How loving is Jesus! who came from the sky | | | | | | | |
34 | We are the boys who love the truth | | | | | | | |
35 | Thank God for the Bible! 'tis there that we find | | | | | | | |
36 | Come! come! come! Let children come to me | | | | | | | |
38 | We are going, going, going To a land where all is light | | | | | | | |
39 | How precious is the story | | | | | | | |
40 | Kind words can never die | | | | | | | |
43 | Oh, come in life's gay morning | | | | | | | |
45 | When beautiful flowers impart their perfume | | | | | | | |
44 | The children are gath'ring from near and from far | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal has not been proofed - data may be incomplete or incorrect]