# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
a400 | "Thy will be done!" In devious way | | | | | | | |
a401 | And Jesus said, Suffer little children, and forbid them not, to come unto me | | | | | | | |
a402 | I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills | | | | | | | |
a403 | Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden | | | | | | | |
a404 | From the recesses of a lowly spirit | | | | | | | |
a405 | Long ago the Lord of glory | | | | | | | |
a406 | The Temperance Band is coming | | | | | | | |
a407 | In the ways of true temperance see children delighting | | | | | | | |
a408 | Gushing so bright in the morning light | | | | | | | |
a409 | With banner and with badge we come | | | | | | | |
a410 | I'm a young abstainer | | | | | | | |
a411 | Our youthful hearts with temperance burn | | | | | | | |
a412 | Some love to drink from the foamy brink | | | | | | | |
a413 | Sparkling and bright in its liquid light | | | | | | | |
a414 | What makes the poor man poorer still? | | | | | | | |
a415 | It comes, the joyful day | | | | | | | |
a416 | Slave of the cup, beware! | | | | | | | |
a417 | Softly the drunkard's wife breathed her prayer | | | | | | | |
a418 | O come, come away, from all that can enslave you | | | | | | | |
a419 | Touch not the cup: it is death to thy soul | | | | | | | |
a420 | The drink that's in the drunkard's bowl | | | | | | | |
a421 | Children all, both great and small | | | | | | | |
a422 | The murderous cup no more I'll take | | | | | | | |
a423 | Go, go, thou that enslavest me | | | | | | | |
a424 | Friends of freedom! swell the song | | | | | | | |
a425 | Let the still air rejoice | | | | | | | |
a426 | Teacher divine, we bow the knee | | | | | | | |
a427 | Indulgent God of love and power | | | | | | | |
a428 | The mercy of Jesus has brought us once more | | | | | | | |
a429 | At thy footstool, humbly bending | | | | | | | |
a430 | How serious is the charge | | | | | | | |
a431 | Save all my children, Lord! | | | | | | | |
a432 | Grace shall our souls inspire | | | | | | | |
a433 | Christ was teaching all the day | | | | | | | |
a434 | Sow in the morn thy seed | | | | | | | |
a435 | Toil on, teachers! toil on boldly! | | | | | | | |
a436 | Where two or three, with sweet accord | | | | | | | |
a437 | Come, Christian brethren, ere we part | | | | | | | |
a438 | Come, children ere we part | | | | | | | |
a439 | Heavenly Father, grant thy blessing | | | | | | | |
a440 | Dear Father, e're we part | | | | | | | |
a441 | Now is past the time of teaching | | | | | | | |
a442 | A song, a song of gladness! | | | | | | | |
a443 | Praise we Him by whose kind favour | | | | | | | |
a444 | On what has now been sown | | | | | | | |
a445 | Once more, before we part | | | | | | | |
a446 | Dear partner of our hopes and fears | | | | | | | |
a447 | Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
a448 | Dismiss us with thy blessing, Lord | | | | | | | |
a449 | For a season call'd to part | | | | | | | |
a450 | From all that dwell below the skies | | | | | | | |
a451 | Praise God, from whom all blessings flow! | | | | | | | |
a452 | To God the Father, God the Son | | | | | | | |
a453 | To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost | | | | | | | |
a454 | Ye angels round the throne | | | | | | | |
a455 | May the grace of Christ our Saviour | | | | | | | |