# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | A beautiful land by faith I see | | | | | | | |
d2 | A crown of glory bright | | | | | | | |
d3 | A mourning class, a vacant seat | | | | | | | |
d4 | Ah this heart is void and chill | | | | | | | |
d5 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
d6 | Another six days' work is done | | | | | | | |
d7 | Assembled in our school once more | | | | | | | |
d8 | Awake, my soul, in [to] joyful [joyous] lays | | | | | | | |
d9 | Away to the woods, away, away to the woods, away | | | | | | | |
d10 | Blow ye [you] the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
d11 | Brethren, while we sojourn here | | | | | | | |
d12 | Christ the [our] Lord is risen today, Our triumphant holy day | | | | | | | |
d13 | Christians, I am on my journey | | | | | | | |
d14 | Come, children, and join in our festival song | | | | | | | |
d15 | Come, come to Jesus, He waits to pardon [welcome] thee | | | | | | | |
d16 | Come sound his praise [name] abroad, And hymns | | | | | | | |
d17 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
d18 | Dear comrade pilgrims [soldiers] of the cross | | | | | | | |
d19 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
d20 | Forever with the Lord [our God], amen, so let it be | | | | | | | |
d21 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
d22 | Hark, ten thousand harps and voices | | | | | | | |
d23 | Hark, the sweetest notes of angels singing | | | | | | | |
d24 | Hasten, Lord, the glorious time | | | | | | | |
d25 | Hear the royal proclamation, the glad tidings | | | | | | | |
d26 | I feel like singing all the time, My heart with joy | | | | | | | |
d27 | I love the volume [volumes] of thy word | | | | | | | |
d28 | I'll think of my Savior when daylight is breaking | | | | | | | |
d29 | I'm trying to climb up Zion's hill | | | | | | | |
d30 | In mercy, Lord, remember me | | | | | | | |
d31 | In the tempest of life when the wave and gale is round | | | | | | | |
d32 | Jerusalem, forever bright | | | | | | | |
d33 | Jesus, hear a weeping mourner | | | | | | | |
d34 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
d35 | Joy to the world, the Lord is [has] come | | | | | | | |
d36 | Let not despair nor fell revenge | | | | | | | |
d37 | Lift your heads with faith | | | | | | | |
d38 | Lord, dismiss us with Thy [your] blessing, Fill our | | | | | | | |
d39 | Lord, I am thine, entirely thine, Purchased and saved by blood divine | | | | | | | |
d40 | Lord, I would own thy tender [every] care | | | | | | | |
d41 | Lord, in the strength of grace | | | | | | | |
d42 | Lord, teach a little child to pray | | | | | | | |
d43 | Lord, when thou didst ascend on high | | | | | | | |
d44 | Love divine, all loves [love] excelling | | | | | | | |
d45 | Mary to her [the] Savior's tomb | | | | | | | |
d46 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
d47 | My God, my life, my love, to thee, to thee I call | | | | | | | |
d48 | My God, the spring of all my joys | | | | | | | |
d49 | My latest sun is sinking fast, My race is nearly run | | | | | | | |
d50 | My soul be on thy [your] guard | | | | | | | |
d51 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
d52 | O come, happy children | | | | | | | |
d53 | O come, loud anthems let us sing, loud thanks | | | | | | | |
d54 | O do not be discouraged, For Jesus is your friend | | | | | | | |
d55 | O God, my inmost soul convert | | | | | | | |
d56 | O happy is the man [child] who [that] hears instruction's [religion's] [Messiah's] warning voice | | | | | | | |
d57 | O Thou, whose tender mercy hears | | | | | | | |
d58 | O turn ye [you], O turn ye [you], for why will ye [you] die | | | | | | | |
d59 | Our heavenly Father, hear | | | | | | | |
d60 | Peacefully lay her [him] down to rest; Place the turf | | | | | | | |
d61 | Preserved by thine almighty power | | | | | | | |
d62 | Rise, crowned with light, imperial [great] Salem [city], rise | | | | | | | |
d63 | Shall we gather at [by] the river, Where bright angel feet have trod | | | | | | | |
d64 | Sing to the Lord, ye [you] distant lands | | | | | | | |
d65 | Sinner [sinners], will you [ye] scorn [slight] the message | | | | | | | |
d66 | Soon as I heard my Father say | | | | | | | |
d67 | Stay, sinner, stay, the night comes on | | | | | | | |
d68 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d69 | The children are gathering from near and from far | | | | | | | |
d70 | The heavens declare thy glory, Lord, in every star | | | | | | | |
d71 | The Lord Jehovah reigns, And [His] royal state maintains | | | | | | | |
d72 | The Lord, the sovereign King hath [has] fixed his throne on high | | | | | | | |
d73 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d74 | The pity of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d75 | The promise of my father's love | | | | | | | |
d76 | The Sabbath school's a place for prayer | | | | | | | |
d77 | The Sunday school that blessed place | | | | | | | |
d78 | There are angels hovering round | | | | | | | |
d79 | There is a beautiful world Where saints and angels sing | | | | | | | |
d80 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | | | |
d81 | There'll be something in heaven for children to do | | | | | | | |
d82 | There's a beautiful land on high | | | | | | | |
d83 | This is the day the Lord hath [has] made, He calls | | | | | | | |
d84 | Though the days are dark with trouble | | | | | | | |
d85 | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
d86 | To thy pastures fair and large | | | | | | | |
d87 | To us a Child of hope is born | | | | | | | |
d88 | Today the Savior calls, ye wanderers come | | | | | | | |
d89 | Wake the song of jubilee | | | | | | | |
d90 | We are homeward bound to the land of light [life] and love | | | | | | | |
d91 | We are joyously voyaging | | | | | | | |
d92 | We are marching on with shield and banner | | | | | | | |
d93 | We journey on to the land above | | | | | | | |
d94 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
d95 | When Hosannahs loud resounding | | | | | | | |
d96 | When I look up to yonder sky | | | | | | | |
d97 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d98 | When the morning light drives away the night | | | | | | | |
d99 | While life prolongs its precious light | | | | | | | |
d100 | Who was in the [a] manger laid | | | | | | | |