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d101 | Now is past the time of teaching | | | | | | | |
d102 | Now to heaven our prayer [prayers] [cry] ascending | | | | | | | |
d103 | O childhood's happy voice | | | | | | | |
d104 | O come, children, come, to the fountain draw near | | | | | | | |
d105 | O come, let us sing, our youthful hearts | | | | | | | |
d106 | O do not be discouraged, For Jesus is your friend | | | | | | | |
d107 | O happy day that fixed [seals] [stays] my choice | | | | | | | |
d108 | O have you not heard of a [that] beautiful stream | | | | | | | |
d109 | O how lovely, O how lovely | | | | | | | |
d110 | O how my spirit longs for thee | | | | | | | |
d111 | O if my house is built upon a rock | | | | | | | |
d112 | O remember the Sabbath school | | | | | | | |
d113 | O [Sweet] land for [of] rest for thee I sigh | | | | | | | |
d114 | O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight | | | | | | | |
d115 | O to be there, where never tears of sorrow | | | | | | | |
d116 | O what can little hands, little hands do | | | | | | | |
d117 | O'er the flowing river | | | | | | | |
d118 | Oft as I rove, in thoughtless mood | | | | | | | |
d119 | Once upon the heaving stormy ocean | | | | | | | |
d120 | Out on an ocean all boundless we ride | | | | | | | |
d121 | Over the mountains, barren and cold | | | | | | | |
d122 | Pleasant is the Sabbath bell | | | | | | | |
d123 | Please to watch us, blessed Savior | | | | | | | |
d124 | Precious Savior of salvation | | | | | | | |
d125 | Ring out, ring out, sweet silver bells | | | | | | | |
d126 | Roll on, thou mighty ocean, And as thy billows | | | | | | | |
d127 | Round the throne in [of] glory, Happy children | | | | | | | |
d128 | Scatter smiles, bright smiles | | | | | | | |
d129 | Shall we gather at [by] the river, Where bright angel feet have trod | | | | | | | |
d130 | Shall we meet beyond the river, where the surges | | | | | | | |
d131 | Shepherd of thy little flock | | | | | | | |
d132 | Sinner [sinners] go [come], will you go | | | | | | | |
d133 | Star of peace to wanderers weary [dreary] | | | | | | | |
d134 | Sunday, sacred day of rest | | | | | | | |
d135 | Suppose the [a] little cowslip | | | | | | | |
d136 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d137 | Sweet is the work, my [O] [our] God, [and] [my] [our] King | | | | | | | |
d138 | Sweet music it be to dwell secure | | | | | | | |
d139 | Sweetly let's join our evening prayers | | | | | | | |
d140 | Sweetly sing, sweetly sing praises | | | | | | | |
d141 | Teacher, watch the little feet | | | | | | | |
d142 | Teachers, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d143 | The Bible, sacred book divine | | | | | | | |
d144 | The children are gathering from near and from far | | | | | | | |
d145 | The Lord into his garden comes | | | | | | | |
d146 | The pearly gates are open wide, I see the bright array | | | | | | | |
d147 | The sea is wildly tossing | | | | | | | |
d148 | The sun shines bright and it pours its light | | | | | | | |
d149 | The valleys and the mountains | | | | | | | |
d150 | There is a better world, they say | | | | | | | |
d151 | There is a glorious world of light | | | | | | | |
d152 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d153 | There is a Rose whose beauties grace | | | | | | | |
d154 | There is a world of beauty | | | | | | | |
d155 | There's a beautiful home for thee, brother | | | | | | | |
d156 | There's a beautiful home in a far distant land | | | | | | | |
d157 | There's a beauty in the sunshine | | | | | | | |
d158 | There's a home for the poor on that beautiful shore | | | | | | | |
d159 | There's a song the angels sing | | | | | | | |
d160 | There's many a poor little boy | | | | | | | |
d161 | This is a precious book indeed | | | | | | | |
d162 | This is not my [a] place of resting | | | | | | | |
d163 | This life is a battle 'gainst Satan and sin | | | | | | | |
d164 | This life is a battle with Satan and sin | | | | | | | |
d165 | This world is all full of joy to me | | | | | | | |
d166 | Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb | | | | | | | |
d167 | Though children in stature and years | | | | | | | |
d168 | Though the days are dark with trouble | | | | | | | |
d169 | To our dear Sabbath [Sunday] school there ought | | | | | | | |
d170 | Traveler, whither art thou going | | | | | | | |
d171 | 'Twas Jesus, my Savior, who died on the [a] tree [cross] | | | | | | | |
d172 | Very little things are we | | | | | | | |
d173 | We are going, going, going | | | | | | | |
d174 | We are joyously voyaging | | | | | | | |
d175 | We are out on the ocean sailing | | | | | | | |
d176 | We are waiting by the river | | | | | | | |
d177 | We come this day to praise | | | | | | | |
d178 | We leave the [this] world of care | | | | | | | |
d179 | We sing the praise of Jesus, the holy Lamb of God | | | | | | | |
d180 | We soon shall leave this foreign land | | | | | | | |
d181 | We three kings of [from] Orient are | | | | | | | |
d182 | We won't [we'll not] give up the Bible, God's holy book of truth | | | | | | | |
d183 | Weary wanderer o'er the main | | | | | | | |
d184 | Welcome, delightful morn, Thou [Sweet] day of sacred rest | | | | | | | |
d185 | We're a happy band of scholars | | | | | | | |
d186 | What to me are earth's pleasures | | | | | | | |
d187 | When Jesus, the meek, and the lowly, was here | | | | | | | |
d188 | When light comes o'er the plain | | | | | | | |
d189 | When the morning light drives away the night | | | | | | | |
d190 | When the tempest rages high | | | | | | | |
d191 | Where do we love to go | | | | | | | |
d192 | Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger | | | | | | | |
d193 | Who are these [those] in bright [fair] array | | | | | | | |
d194 | Who shall sing if not the children | | | | | | | |
d195 | Why should I be sad or fearful | | | | | | | |
d196 | Would you be as angels are | | | | | | | |
d197 | Ye who know your sins forgiven | | | | | | | |
d198 | Youthful pilgrims, whither bound | | | | | | | |