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1 | Will you come to our Sunday school | | | | | | | |
2 | The Sabbath school's a place for prayer | | | | | | | |
3 | When the morning light drives away the night | | | | | | | |
4 | O do not be discouraged, For Jesus is your friend | | | | | | | |
5 | When Sabbath's sacred morning light begins | | | | | | | |
6 | Sweetly the Sabbath bell steals on the air | | | | | | | |
7 | Hark, the Sabbath bells are ringing Let us haste without delay | | | | | | | |
8 | Where do children love to go | | | | | | | |
9 | The Sunday school that blessed place | | | | | | | |
10 | Yes, dear Sabbath [Sunday] school, I love thee | | | | | | | |
11 | O come, come away, the Sabbath morn is passing | | | | | | | |
12 | O come with me to the Sabbath school room | | | | | | | |
13 | The morning sky [sun] is bright and clear | | | | | | | |
14 | Don't delay, haste away | | | | | | | |
15 | I'll awake at dawn on the Sabbath day | | | | | | | |
16 | All the week we spend | | | | | | | |
17 | To do to others as I would that they should do to me | | | | | | | |
18 | The Sabbath morn is breaking, the Sabbath bells are waking | | | | | | | |
19 | O welcome light | | | | | | | |
20 | I love the Sunday school | | | | | | | |
21 | Gladly meeting, kindly greeting | | | | | | | |
22 | Oh! come, let us sing! | | | | | | | |
23 | Come, let us sweetly sing, join in full chorus, | | | | | | | |
24 | We come, we come, in joyous train | | | | | | | |
25 | With joyful hearts again we sing | | | | | | | |
26 | Would you be as angels are | | | | | | | |
27 | Here we throng to praise the Lord | | | | | | | |
28 | Once was heard the songs of children | | | | | | | |
29 | To thee, O blessed Savior | | | | | | | |
30 | We're a happy, happy band | | | | | | | |
31 | How pleasant here again to meet | | | | | | | |
32 | Who shall sing if not the children | | | | | | | |
33 | Here we throng to praise the Savior, | | | | | | | |
34 | Hosannah! hosannah! hosannah! be our cheerful song, | | | | | | | |
35 | In the rosy light of the morning bright, | | | | | | | |
36 | Teachers, here we meet together | | | | | | | |
37 | A youthful company we meet, | | | | | | | |
38 | Come and sing with joy and gladness | | | | | | | |
39 | Joyfully, joyfully, onward I [we] move | | | | | | | |
40 | Children of Jerusalem sang the praise | | | | | | | |
41 | The Bible! the Bible, more precious than gold, | | | | | | | |
42 | What is it shows my soul the way | | | | | | | |
43 | On a hill stands a beautiful tree | | | | | | | |
44 | We won't [we'll not] give up the Bible, God's holy book of truth | | | | | | | |
45 | Thank God for the Bible, 'tis there that we find | | | | | | | |
46 | O send forth the Bible | | | | | | | |
47 | Blest be the wondrous plan | | | | | | | |
48 | O never on this holy book | | | | | | | |
49 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | | | |
50 | Around the throne of God in heaven, thousands | | | | | | | |
51 | Mid scenes of affliction with sorrow oppressed | | | | | | | |
52 | We have no home but heaven, A pilgrim's garb | | | | | | | |
53 | Jerusalem, my happy home | | | | | | | |
54 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
55 | I would not live alway [always], I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
56 | They tell us there's a city bright | | | | | | | |
57 | There is a clime where Jesus reigns | | | | | | | |
58 | When for [the] eternal [heavenly] world [worlds] I [we] steer | | | | | | | |
59 | Come, let us sing of heaven above | | | | | | | |
60 | There's a song the angels sing | | | | | | | |
61 | Come, children, let us sweetly sing | | | | | | | |
62 | What is life, 'tis but [all] a vapor | | | | | | | |
63 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
64 | Mid [midst] scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
65 | O happy land, O happy land, Where saints and angels | | | | | | | |
66 | When the time of our earthly sojourning is o'er | | | | | | | |
67 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
68 | My heavenly home is bright and fair | | | | | | | |
69 | How bright the day, the joyful day | | | | | | | |
70 | Happy land, happy land, beyond the skies | | | | | | | |
71 | My rest [home] is in heaven [Eden], my rest [home] is not here | | | | | | | |
72 | Joy to the world, the Lord is [has] come | | | | | | | |
73 | In the far better land of glory and light | | | | | | | |
74 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
75 | How precious is the story | | | | | | | |
76 | Brightest and best of the sons [stars] of the morning | | | | | | | |
77 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
78 | See the kind [good] Shepherd, Jesus, stands | | | | | | | |
79 | Children hear the melting story | | | | | | | |
80 | There is a Friend we ought to love | | | | | | | |
81 | I want to be like Jesus, So lowly and so meek | | | | | | | |
82 | Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior | | | | | | | |
83 | A poor wayfaring man of grief Hath often crossed | | | | | | | |
84 | How happy are they, Who the [their] Savior [Jesus] obey | | | | | | | |
85 | When Jesus was here among men | | | | | | | |
86 | Midst sorrow and care | | | | | | | |
87 | Come, let us sing of Jesus, | | | | | | | |
88 | Come, children, hail the Prince of peace | | | | | | | |
89 | One there is above all others, well [who] deserves | | | | | | | |
90 | O when shall I [we] see Jesus and dwell [reign] with Him above | | | | | | | |
91 | Happy angels, still ye [you] dwell | | | | | | | |
92 | Hark, the notes of angels singing | | | | | | | |
93 | Jesus died my soul to save | | | | | | | |
94 | Sweetly sing, sweetly sing praises | | | | | | | |
95 | Hosannas were by children sung | | | | | | | |
96 | We gather, we gather, dear [O] Jesus, to bring | | | | | | | |
97 | Before the great Shepherd ascended on high | | | | | | | |
98 | Come, beloved teachers, tell us | | | | | | | |
99 | Awake, my soul, in [to] joyful [joyous] lays | | | | | | | |
100 | Feed my lambs, how condescending | | | | | | | |