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c25 | So fades the lovely, blooming flower [flowers] | | | | | | | |
c26 | Deathless spirit [principle], now arise [come arise] | | | | | | | |
c27 | Blessed are the dead, who die in the Lord | | | | | | | |
s1 | Higher, higher we will climb | | | | | | | |
s2 | Sing, gayly sing | | | | | | | |
s3 | Merrily every heart is bounding | | | | | | | |
s4 | With hundred thousand voices cry | | | | | | | |
s5 | See the rising generation | | | | | | | |
s6 | There's a good time coming, boys | | | | | | | |
s7 | Wake and sing, brother, sing | | | | | | | |
s8 | How pleasant here each week to meet | | | | | | | |
s9 | Up the hills on a bright sunny morn | | | | | | | |
s11 | A song for our banner, the watchword recall | | | | | | | |
s12 | The bright flag of America | | | | | | | |
s13 | Are the stars on our banner less brilliant today | | | | | | | |
s14 | I've roamed over mountain | | | | | | | |
s15 | Merrily every bosom boundeth | | | | | | | |
s16 | Oh! blessed be the day that saw to life unfolding | | | | | | | |
s17 | Come, one and all, around me [we] stand | | | | | | | |
s18 | The breaking waves dashed high | | | | | | | |
s19 | We come with hearts of gladness | | | | | | | |
s20 | All hail, happy day, that speakest our nation's glory | | | | | | | |
s21 | Hail, Columbia, happy land | | | | | | | |
s22 | Land of our fathers, where'er [wheresoe'er] we roam | | | | | | | |
s23 | In the wild chamois track | | | | | | | |
s24 | This day to greet | | | | | | | |
s25 | Oh! give me back my native hills | | | | | | | |
s26 | 'Tis praise and adoration | | | | | | | |
s27 | Come out, come out, this wintry day | | | | | | | |
s28 | Lightly row, lightly row O'er the glassy waves | | | | | | | |
s29 | Up and down all day long | | | | | | | |
s30 | Charming little valley | | | | | | | |
s31 | Little cooling meadow spring | | | | | | | |
s32 | Come join our celebration | | | | | | | |
s33 | A song for [of] the oak | | | | | | | |
s34 | O the lovely, lovely May | | | | | | | |
s35 | La, la, la, la, la, la | | | | | | | |
s36 | The bright, rosy morning peeps over the hills | | | | | | | |
s37 | O 'tis sweet to sing a cheerful song | | | | | | | |
s38 | Away with your slumbers, the bright morning skies | | | | | | | |
s39 | Adieu, adieu, father winter said | | | | | | | |
s40 | Sing, O sing the song of gladness | | | | | | | |
s41 | Awake the song of merry greeting | | | | | | | |
s42 | Up and down, o'er hills and meads | | | | | | | |
s43 | Come, come to the woodland | | | | | | | |
s44 | Brightly, brightly gleam the sparkling rills | | | | | | | |
s45 | A sweet little maiden awoke from her slumbers | | | | | | | |
s46 | I covet not the miser's wealth | | | | | | | |
s47 | Clasp hand in hand, like brothers | | | | | | | |
s48 | Sing, one and all, with grateful hearts | | | | | | | |
s49 | O sing ye the merry, merry song with me | | | | | | | |
s50 | Of late so brightly glowing, Lovely rose | | | | | | | |
s51 | The rose that all are praising is not the rose for me | | | | | | | |
s52 | I knew a widow, very poor | | | | | | | |
s53 | Star of peace to wanderers weary [dreary] | | | | | | | |
s54 | As in the open field I strayed | | | | | | | |
s55 | Mother, I've been to see the flower | | | | | | | |
s56 | In flakes of feathery white | | | | | | | |
s57 | We love it, we love it, and who shall dare | | | | | | | |
s58 | A song for the day beaming o'er us! | | | | | | | |
s59 | We come, we come, a little band | | | | | | | |
s60 | I love thy fair and verdant hills | | | | | | | |
s61 | Loud raise the peal of gladness | | | | | | | |
s62 | Assembled in our school once more | | | | | | | |
s63 | Angels from the realms of glory | | | | | | | |
s64 | Hark, hark the notes of joy | | | | | | | |
s65 | We will not blush for poverty | | | | | | | |
s66 | Be happy and good | | | | | | | |
s67 | Ever choose it | | | | | | | |
s68 | The good and the kind | | | | | | | |
s69 | When life is full of health and glee | | | | | | | |
s70 | So goes it with idlers | | | | | | | |
s71 | Now hearts and hands, their strength uniting | | | | | | | |
s72 | Joyful hail the jubilee of earth | | | | | | | |
s73 | With songs of rejoicing, hosannas, and praise | | | | | | | |
s74 | O happy day! O happy day! when mercy, when mercy smiled | | | | | | | |
s75 | To the Sunday school we're going | | | | | | | |
s76 | To own his gracious care | | | | | | | |
s77 | We children gathered here | | | | | | | |
s78 | We rise, dear friends, with true delight | | | | | | | |
s79 | I've been sitting on the hillside | | | | | | | |
s80 | I love the merry ringing | | | | | | | |
s81 | Freedom's sons, come join in chorus | | | | | | | |
s82 | O swift we go o'er the fleecy snow | | | | | | | |
s83 | Our stern forefathers were not like | | | | | | | |
s84 | We sons of the mountains are happy and free | | | | | | | |
s85 | On Alpine heights the love of God is shed | | | | | | | |
s86 | I love the merry, merry sunshine | | | | | | | |
s87 | I love the west, the gallant west | | | | | | | |
s88 | How charming are the woods | | | | | | | |
s89 | We are brothers | | | | | | | |
s90 | Joy is sounding, lightly bounding | | | | | | | |
s91 | Mid pleasures and palaces | | | | | | | |
s92 | A joyous, gay and happy band | | | | | | | |
s93 | Beat high, ye hearts of generous mould | | | | | | | |
s94 | Hurrah, hurrah, for holiday | | | | | | | |
s95 | Pull away, boys steer for the cove | | | | | | | |
s96 | I love to be roaming through regions of life | | | | | | | |
s97 | Faintly as tolls the evening chime | | | | | | | |
s98 | Oft in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain | | | | | | | |