# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
aa279 | We are out on the ocean sailing | | | | | | | |
aa280 | Come, schoolmates, don't grow weary | | | | | | | |
aa281 | Oh, do not be discouraged | | | | | | | |
aa282 | Be kind to each other | | | | | | | |
aa283 | Be kind to thy father; for when thou wast young | | | | | | | |
aa284 | Little drops of water | | | | | | | |
aa285 | Angry words are lightly spoken | | | | | | | |
aa286 | Words are things of little cost | | | | | | | |
aa287 | Children, do you love each other? | | | | | | | |
aa288 | Littlle travellers Zionward | | | | | | | |
aa289 | We go the way that leads to God | | | | | | | |
aa290 | Lo! on a narrow neck of land | | | | | | | |
aa291 | My soul, be on thy guard! | | | | | | | |
aa292 | Must Jesus bear the cross alone | | | | | | | |
aa293 | A charge to keep I have | | | | | | | |
aa294 | We are but young; yet we may sing | | | | | | | |
aa295 | There is a God who reigns above | | | | | | | |
aa296 | Lord, I would own thy tender care | | | | | | | |
aa297 | When all thy mercies, O my God | | | | | | | |
aa298 | Great Shepherd of the sheep | | | | | | | |
aa299 | How blest the righteous when he dies | | | | | | | |
aa300 | Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep! | | | | | | | |
aa301 | Oft as the bell, with solemn toll | | | | | | | |
aa302 | Why should we start, and fear to die? | | | | | | | |
aa303 | Sister, thou was mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
aa304 | We lay thee in the silent tomb | | | | | | | |
aa305 | A mourning class, a vacant seat | | | | | | | |
aa306 | Death has been here, and borne away | | | | | | | |
aa307 | Peaceful be thy silent slumber | | | | | | | |
aa308 | Where we oft have met in gladness | | | | | | | |
aa309 | I know thou art gone to the home of thy rest | | | | | | | |
aa310 | Thou art gone to the grave, but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
aa311 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
aa312 | Day of judgment, day of wonders! | | | | | | | |
aa313 | And will the Judge descend? | | | | | | | |
aa314 | Lo! he comes, with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
aa315 | When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come | | | | | | | |
aa316 | Oh, there will be mourning | | | | | | | |
aa317 | There is a glorious world of light | | | | | | | |
aa318 | Beautiful Zion, built above | | | | | | | |
aa319 | My Saviour has gone to prepare | | | | | | | |
aa320 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
aa321 | Come, let us sing of heaven above | | | | | | | |
aa322 | Heavenly home! heavenly home! precious name to me! | | | | | | | |
aa323 | When beautiful flowers impart their perfume | | | | | | | |
aa324 | Come, sing to me of heaven | | | | | | | |
aa325 | My rest is in heaven, my rest is not here | | | | | | | |
aa326 | There is a land above | | | | | | | |
aa327 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
aa328 | I'm a lonely traveller here | | | | | | | |
aa329 | I would not live alway; I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
aa330 | I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger | | | | | | | |
aa331 | We're marching to the promised land | | | | | | | |
aa332 | In the Christian's home in glory | | | | | | | |
aa333 | One sweetly solemn thought | | | | | | | |
aa334 | Jerusalem, my happy home! | | | | | | | |
aa335 | Who are these in bright array? | | | | | | | |
aa336 | Around the throne of God in heaven | | | | | | | |
aa337 | I'm but a traveller here | | | | | | | |
aa338 | There is a happy land | | | | | | | |
aa339 | I want to be an angel | | | | | | | |
aa340 | I have a Father in the promised land | | | | | | | |
aa341 | Joyfully, joyfully, onward we move | | | | | | | |
aa342 | We're bound for the land of the pure and the holy | | | | | | | |
aa343 | Come, children, let us sweetly sing | | | | | | | |
aa344 | Ye angels, who stand round the throne | | | | | | | |
aa345 | A crown of glory bright | | | | | | | |
aa346 | Give me the wings of faith, to rise | | | | | | | |
aa347 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
aa348 | 'Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
aa349 | How pleasant thus to dwell below | | | | | | | |
aa350 | Here we suffer grief and pain | | | | | | | |
aa351 | Here we meet to part again | | | | | | | |
aa352 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
aa353 | Hark! ten thousand harps and voices | | | | | | | |
aa354 | Shout the tidings of salvation | | | | | | | |
aa355 | Wake the song of jubilee | | | | | | | |
aa356 | We meet for evening prayer | | | | | | | |
aa357 | O'er the gloomy hills of darkness | | | | | | | |
aa358 | Blow ye the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
aa359 | Yes! we trust the day is breaking | | | | | | | |
aa360 | On the mountain's top appearing | | | | | | | |
aa361 | The morning light is breaking | | | | | | | |
aa362 | Hasten, Lord, the glorious time | | | | | | | |
aa363 | To our dear Sabbath-school there ought many to come | | | | | | | |
aa364 | When shall the voice of singing | | | | | | | |
aa365 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
aa366 | Preserved by thine almighty power | | | | | | | |
aa367 | The Sunday-school army has gather'd once more | | | | | | | |
aa368 | Come, join our celebration | | | | | | | |
aa369 | To-day we come with singing | | | | | | | |
aa370 | We come, we come, in joyous train | | | | | | | |
aa371 | Happy, happy, meet we here | | | | | | | |
aa372 | Joyful, joyful, joyful be our numbers! | | | | | | | |
aa373 | Days and weeks and months, returning | | | | | | | |
aa374 | Come, children, raise your voices high | | | | | | | |
aa375 | Precious Saviour! of Salvation | | | | | | | |
aa376 | We lift our voices | | | | | | | |
aa377 | We bring no glittering treasures | | | | | | | |
aa378 | Come, little soldiers, join in our band | | | | | | | |