# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | A little childish voice is stilled | | | | | | | |
d2 | Blest be the tie that binds our hearts in Christian love | | | | | | | |
d3 | Bring back to me my wandering boy | | | | | | | |
d4 | Can a boy forget his mother's prayer | | | | | | | |
d5 | Down at the cross where my [the] Savior died | | | | | | | |
d6 | Father, I come to thee, in my humility | | | | | | | |
d7 | Give us this day, dear Lord, our daily bread | | | | | | | |
d8 | God be with you till we meet again | | | | | | | |
d9 | Ho reapers of life's harvest why stand with rested blade | | | | | | | |
d10 | How gentle God's commands | | | | | | | |
d11 | I sang one day a sad sweet song | | | | | | | |
d12 | In that glorious morning bright | | | | | | | |
d13 | Jesus is passing, the blind man was told | | | | | | | |
d14 | Jesus of Nazareth, King of the Jews | | | | | | | |
d15 | Jesus, Savior, pilot me | | | | | | | |
d16 | Let me go where Jesus calls me | | | | | | | |
d17 | Life is like a mountain railroad | | | | | | | |
d18 | List to the voice though still and small | | | | | | | |
d19 | No room for the Savior O how can it be | | | | | | | |
d20 | O the brightness and the glory of love | | | | | | | |
d21 | Out in the cold world and far away | | | | | | | |
d22 | Out in the darkness I wandered alone | | | | | | | |
d23 | Safe are the sheep in fold | | | | | | | |
d24 | Sing the Christian's marching song | | | | | | | |
d25 | Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness | | | | | | | |
d26 | Sowing the tares, when it might have been wheat | | | | | | | |
d27 | Sweet are the promises, Kind is the word | | | | | | | |
d28 | Tell the story, tender, sweet | | | | | | | |
d29 | The Lord is my Father, and I am His child | | | | | | | |
d30 | There's a land that is fairer [brighter] than day | | | | | | | |
d31 | There's no light in the window for me | | | | | | | |
d32 | Though dark the night and clouds look black | | | | | | | |
d33 | Through the infant days I watched him | | | | | | | |
d34 | To the fount of cleansing have you been | | | | | | | |
d35 | We are never, never weary of the grand old song | | | | | | | |
d36 | We are singing on the way, To a blessed land | | | | | | | |
d37 | We praise thee, O God, for the Son of thy love | | | | | | | |
d38 | We shall walk with him in white | | | | | | | |
d39 | We'll sing of the statutes divine | | | | | | | |
d40 | What a fellowship, what a joy divine | | | | | | | |
d41 | When I shall awake in that fair morn of morns | | | | | | | |
d42 | When I think how they crucified my Lord | | | | | | | |
d43 | When Moses led his people | | | | | | | |
d44 | When the trumpet of the Lord shall sound and time | | | | | | | |
d45 | Will you come to the feast that is spread | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]