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d1 | A grateful, joyful song | | | | | | | |
d2 | A morning song to Thee we raise | | | | | | | |
d3 | All ye nations, praise the Lord | | | | | | | |
d4 | Another year has passed away | | | | | | | |
d5 | Beautiful Zion, built above; Beautiful city that I love | | | | | | | |
d6 | Behold the countless legions | | | | | | | |
d7 | Brothers in the Sabbath School | | | | | | | |
d8 | Calm on the listening ear of night | | | | | | | |
d9 | Come and be happy in life's early spring | | | | | | | |
d10 | Come, brothers, onward, come | | | | | | | |
d11 | Come, let us sing of David | | | | | | | |
d12 | Come, little pilgrims, join | | | | | | | |
d13 | Come, ye children, join to sing | | | | | | | |
d14 | Dare to be [do] right, dare to be true | | | | | | | |
d15 | Dear Savior, we come, at thy footstool we bow | | | | | | | |
d16 | Down where the waving willows | | | | | | | |
d17 | Far above the world of sorrow | | | | | | | |
d18 | Father, once more let grateful praise | | | | | | | |
d19 | Flee, as a bird, to your [yon] [the] mountain | | | | | | | |
d20 | Flowing ever pure and radiant | | | | | | | |
d21 | From all that [who] dwell [dwells] below the [in earth and] skies | | | | | | | |
d22 | Gentle spirit, hover o'er us | | | | | | | |
d23 | God in the sunshine and God in the storm | | | | | | | |
d24 | God of my life, the morning | | | | | | | |
d25 | Happy angels, still ye [you] dwell | | | | | | | |
d26 | Heaven awakes the gentle strain | | | | | | | |
d27 | Here we are but straying pilgrims | | | | | | | |
d28 | Holy Father, with praise and thanksgiving | | | | | | | |
d29 | Home, happy home, life's | | | | | | | |
d30 | Hosanna be the children's [people's] song | | | | | | | |
d31 | How sweet the words of Jesus | | | | | | | |
d32 | How sweet 'tis to meet with companions | | | | | | | |
d33 | I am free, I am free, I have broken away | | | | | | | |
d34 | I lay my sins on Jesus | | | | | | | |
d35 | I love to go to Sabbath school | | | | | | | |
d36 | I think, when I read that [the] sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
d37 | I want to be an angel, and with the angels stand | | | | | | | |
d38 | I'll awake at dawn on the Sabbath day | | | | | | | |
d39 | I'm bound to the house of my Father | | | | | | | |
d40 | I'm but a stranger [traveler] here, heaven is my home | | | | | | | |
d41 | In heavenly love abiding | | | | | | | |
d42 | In life's early springtime | | | | | | | |
d43 | In that world of ancient story | | | | | | | |
d44 | In the heaven of heavens above | | | | | | | |
d45 | In the pastures green of the blessed isles | | | | | | | |
d46 | In the service of our Lord | | | | | | | |
d47 | Let the trumpet's joyful sound | | | | | | | |
d48 | Like evening breezes gentle | | | | | | | |
d49 | List to the words divine | | | | | | | |
d50 | Little pilgrims stay and tell us | | | | | | | |
d51 | Little schoolmates can you tell | | | | | | | |
d52 | Littlle travelers Zionward Each one entering | | | | | | | |
d53 | Morn amid the mountains | | | | | | | |
d54 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
d55 | My rest [home] is in heaven [Eden], my rest [home] is not here | | | | | | | |
d56 | No tear shall be in heaven | | | | | | | |
d57 | O come, ye youthful pilgrims | | | | | | | |
d58 | O God, my heart is faint and weak | | | | | | | |
d59 | O hear the sweet and silvery | | | | | | | |
d60 | O Lord of hosts, almighty King | | | | | | | |
d61 | O stars of radiant beauty | | | | | | | |
d62 | O [Sweet] land for [of] rest for thee I sigh | | | | | | | |
d63 | O we're a band of brethren dear, I belong to this band, Hallelujah | | | | | | | |
d64 | O what a world this might be | | | | | | | |
d65 | O where shall the soul find rest and her home | | | | | | | |
d66 | On a hill stands a beautiful tree | | | | | | | |
d67 | Once more, my soul, the rising day salutes thy waking eyes | | | | | | | |
d68 | Once upon the heaving stormy ocean | | | | | | | |
d69 | Our Father, full of grace divine | | | | | | | |
d70 | Our heavenly Father, hear us | | | | | | | |
d71 | Our home is beyond the tide | | | | | | | |
d72 | Out on life's ocean we will sail | | | | | | | |
d73 | Preserved by thine almighty power | | | | | | | |
d74 | Savior, bless Thy [the] word [words] to all | | | | | | | |
d75 | See the shining dewdrops | | | | | | | |
d76 | Shepherds were tending their pastures | | | | | | | |
d77 | Sister, thou wast [wert] mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
d78 | Softly she faded, as fades the twilight | | | | | | | |
d79 | Sweet anchor of hope | | | | | | | |
d80 | Sweet is the work, O Lord, Thy glorious name to sing | | | | | | | |
d81 | Sweetly now, and sweetly ever | | | | | | | |
d82 | Sweetly the saints above | | | | | | | |
d83 | Thank God for the Bible | | | | | | | |
d84 | Thanks to God for every blessing | | | | | | | |
d85 | The Bible, the Bible, More precious than gold | | | | | | | |
d86 | The day is fast approaching | | | | | | | |
d87 | The golden rule, the golden rule | | | | | | | |
d88 | The Lord, our God, is clothed in [with] might | | | | | | | |
d89 | The merciful Savior, so loving and meek | | | | | | | |
d90 | The night is long, the storms | | | | | | | |
d91 | There is a beautiful world Where saints and angels sing | | | | | | | |
d92 | There is a clime where Jesus reigns | | | | | | | |
d93 | There is a glorious world of light | | | | | | | |
d94 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d95 | There's a beautiful land where sweet flowers ever bloom | | | | | | | |
d96 | There's a land far away, mid the stars | | | | | | | |
d97 | There's a rest in the home of the angels | | | | | | | |
d98 | There's not in this wide world so blest | | | | | | | |
d99 | These many days mid storm and rain | | | | | | | |
d100 | Though the days are dark with trouble | | | | | | | |