# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
101 | We're the lambs of the flock and no danger we fear | | | | | | | |
102 | I saw a child kneel down | | | | | | | |
103 | Children, come, will you come | | | | | | | |
104 | Come, children, come, God bids you come | | | | | | | |
105 | Come to the mercy seat, Come to the place | | | | | | | |
106 | Our Savior bids the children come | | | | | | | |
107 | Little children, Jesus calls you | | | | | | | |
108 | Come youthful sinners, come | | | | | | | |
109 | To the wandering and the weary | | | | | | | |
110 | Today the Savior calls, ye wanderers come | | | | | | | |
111 | Come, ye children, stop no longer | | | | | | | |
112 | Hark, those happy voices saying Yet there's room | | | | | | | |
113 | Come children, to the promised land | | | | | | | |
114 | Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave | | | | | | | |
115 | 'Tis sweet, when Sabbath morn returns | | | | | | | |
116 | Happy, happy Sunday, thou day of peace and heaven | | | | | | | |
117 | The day when the savior arose | | | | | | | |
118 | How sweet is the Sabbath, the morning [season] of rest | | | | | | | |
119 | Preserved by thine almighty power | | | | | | | |
120 | Sweet spices they brought on their star lighted way | | | | | | | |
121 | When first my eyes beheld the light | | | | | | | |
122 | How sweetly does the time fly | | | | | | | |
123 | The Lord is my Shepherd, He makes me repose | | | | | | | |
124 | The Lord is our Shepherd, our Guardian and Guide | | | | | | | |
125 | God is near thee, Therefore cheer thee | | | | | | | |
126 | There's not a tint that paints the rose | | | | | | | |
127 | Come children, join to [and] sing | | | | | | | |
128 | Hark, ten thousand harps and voices | | | | | | | |
129 | Let us, with a gladome mind, | | | | | | | |
130 | Let us with a joyful mind | | | | | | | |
131 | Endless praises to our Lord God | | | | | | | |
132 | Come every pious heart | | | | | | | |
133 | Sweet is the work, my [O] [our] God, [and] [my] [our] King | | | | | | | |
134 | Safely through another week | | | | | | | |
135 | Jesus, we love to meet On this thy holy day | | | | | | | |
136 | Children of the Sabbath School | | | | | | | |
137 | Be sacred truth, my son, thy guide | | | | | | | |
138 | In the tempest of life when the wave and gale is round | | | | | | | |
139 | Happy, happy meet we here | | | | | | | |
140 | Go thou, in life's fair morning | | | | | | | |
141 | Mary to her [the] Savior's tomb | | | | | | | |
142 | I want to be an angel | | | | | | | |
143 | Jesus, tender shepherd, hear us | | | | | | | |
144 | Come, little children, O come unto me | | | | | | | |
145 | How sweet the infant song | | | | | | | |
146 | Jesus, tender Savior, hast thou died for me | | | | | | | |
147 | Lord, who lovest little children | | | | | | | |
148 | Jesus, high in glory | | | | | | | |
149 | Jesus, see a little child | | | | | | | |
150 | Little drops of water | | | | | | | |
151 | Very little things are we | | | | | | | |
152 | Jesus, Lord, to thee I pray | | | | | | | |
153 | We all love one another | | | | | | | |
154 | Come hither, little restless one | | | | | | | |
155 | 'Tis time to go to bed | | | | | | | |
156 | The beautiful sun has forsaken the earth | | | | | | | |
157 | Ere on my bed my limbs I lay | | | | | | | |
158 | Now I lay me down to sleep, | | | | | | | |
159 | The night, ere I lie down to sleep | | | | | | | |
160 | Lord, this night I come to own all | | | | | | | |
161 | Now I awake and see the light | | | | | | | |
162 | The Sabbath bells are ringing come away | | | | | | | |
163 | The seraphs bright are hovering | | | | | | | |
164 | Why should cold or stormy weather | | | | | | | |
165 | Come, Holy Spirit, come | | | | | | | |
166 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
167 | When little Samuel woke | | | | | | | |
168 | Tell me, Shepherd, from above | | | | | | | |
169 | Holy and bright is the softened light | | | | | | | |
170 | Father, hear, to thee we raise | | | | | | | |
171 | Through thy protecting care | | | | | | | |
172 | Shepherd, while thy flocks are feeding | | | | | | | |
173 | Dear Lord, I am a feeble child | | | | | | | |
174 | Heavenly Father, grant thy blessing while thy praise | | | | | | | |
175 | Heavenly Father, grant thy blessing on the instructions | | | | | | | |
176 | Lord, teach a sinful child to pray | | | | | | | |
177 | I am weary of my sin | | | | | | | |
178 | Our Father in heaven we hallow thy name | | | | | | | |
179 | Take my heart, O Father, take it | | | | | | | |
180 | We will trust thee, gracious God | | | | | | | |
181 | Make me thy child, a child of God | | | | | | | |
182 | Jesus, be our tender Shepherd | | | | | | | |
183 | Lord, a youthful band and lowly | | | | | | | |
184 | O Sacred Head now [once] [sore] wounded [surrounded] | | | | | | | |
185 | O Thou from whom all goodness flows | | | | | | | |
186 | Now condescend, almighty king | | | | | | | |
187 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
188 | Come, thou Fount of every blessing! | | | | | | | |
189 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
190 | We are pilgrims on the earth, | | | | | | | |
191 | I'm a pilgrim and I'm a stranger, I can tarry | | | | | | | |
192 | Children of the heavenly king as we journey | | | | | | | |
193 | We're traveling home to heaven above | | | | | | | |
194 | We're pilgrims on our journey home | | | | | | | |
195 | In all my Lord's appointed ways | | | | | | | |
196 | Say, whither, wandering stranger | | | | | | | |
197 | I'm a lonely traveler here | | | | | | | |
198 | My heavenly home is bright and fair; | | | | | | | |
199 | Together let us sweetly live | | | | | | | |
200 | Littlle travelers Zionward Each one entering | | | | | | | |