# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
79a | Joy to the world, the Lord is come! | | | | | | | |
79b | Mortals, awake, with angels join | | | | | | | |
81 | Arise, arise, poor sinner! | | | | | | | |
80 | Come, O come, our festive day returning | | | | | | | |
82 | There is light in the valley once shrouded in darkness | | | | | | | |
83b | From the cross uplifted high | | | | | | | |
83a | My faith looks up to thee | | | | | | | |
84 | In a manger laid so lowly | | | | | | | |
85a | How gentle God's commands! | | | | | | | |
85b | Lord, fix our wandering thoughts | | | | | | | |
85c | Jesus, who knows full well | | | | | | | |
85d | Come, Holy Spirit, come | | | | | | | |
86 | The Sabbath school's a place for prayer | | | | | | | |
87 | Jerusalem the golden | | | | | | | |
88 | Christ, the Lord is risen today | | | | | | | |
89a | The Bible! the Bible! more precious than gold | | | | | | | |
89b | Our Father in Heaven, we hallow Thy name | | | | | | | |
90 | Rejoice, rejoice, the promised time is coming | | | | | | | |
91 | Lord of mercy and of might | | | | | | | |
92a | All night long till break of day | | | | | | | |
92b | Jesus, lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
93 | Holy Sabbath, happy morning | | | | | | | |
94 | Above the waves of earthly strife | | | | | | | |
95 | O, to be there, Where never tears of sorroww | | | | | | | |
96 | We dedicate to Jesus | | | | | | | |
97a | I want to live for Jesus | | | | | | | |
97b | Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer! | | | | | | | |
98 | We're marching to the promised land | | | | | | | |
99 | How great is the blessing of Sabbath-school pray'r | | | | | | | |
100 | Blessed are the people that know the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
101 | Raise your triumphant songs | | | | | | | |
102a | The Lord is in his holy temple | | | | | | | |
102b | How blest the righteous when he dies! | | | | | | | |
103a | Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep! | | | | | | | |
103b | Jesus, tender Shepherd, hear us | | | | | | | |
103c | Love and kindness we may measure | | | | | | | |
103d | To the wandering and the weary | | | | | | | |
104 | To meet the glad echoes our voices we raise | | | | | | | |
106 | Where, O where is yon vessel going | | | | | | | |
107 | O Father of all, to Thee would we give | | | | | | | |
108 | Voices, happy voices | | | | | | | |
109 | Let your light so shine before men | | | | | | | |
110 | O! golden Hereafter | | | | | | | |
111 | My God, my Father, while I stray | | | | | | | |
112 | Let me die in the harness | | | | | | | |
113 | Be thou, O God, exalted high | | | | | | | |
114 | Oh, I see the shining angels | | | | | | | |
116 | What shall I do with Jesus | | | | | | | |
117 | O come to the hills of glory | | | | | | | |
118 | Dear Father, grant our earnest pray'r | | | | | | | |
119 | O the happy time is coming | | | | | | | |
120 | We are marching on to glory | | | | | | | |
121a | The foxes have holes, and the birds have nests | | | | | | | |
121b | How precious is the book divine | | | | | | | |
122 | They hover around us, bright angels are near | | | | | | | |
124 | Gladly I hail the morning of the Sabbath day | | | | | | | |
125 | I am waiting by the river | | | | | | | |
126 | It should ever be our rule | | | | | | | |
127 | Children come, while onward pressing | | | | | | | |
128 | Joy! joy! joy! there is joy in heav'n with the angels | | | | | | | |
129 | How shall I be happy! | | | | | | | |
131 | Exalt him all ye people | | | | | | | |
134 | Jesus, lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
136 | Blessed are the poor in spirit | | | | | | | |
137 | Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning | | | | | | | |
138 | Lord of the Gospel harvest | | | | | | | |
139 | Dear mother, don't think of me as in the tomb | | | | | | | |
140a | With tearful eyes I look around | | | | | | | |
140b | Just as I am--without one pleas | | | | | | | |
141 | O give thanks unto the Lord, for he is good | | | | | | | |
142a | The Lord is merciful and gracious, slow to anger, and abundant in mercy | | | | | | | |
142b | Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name | | | | | | | |
143 | Glory be to God on high: and on earth peace, goodwill toward men | | | | | | | |
144a | I was glad when they said unto me, let us go into the house of the Lord | | | | | | | |
144b | Father, I know thy ways are just | | | | | | | |
145 | Sing to me, mother, oh! sing some sweet strain | | | | | | | |
146 | The good and the kind, the good and the kind | | | | | | | |
147 | Sweet Daffy-down-dilly came up in the cold | | | | | | | |
148 | Who comes this way so blithe and gay | | | | | | | |
150 | These Temp'rance folks do crowd us awfully | | | | | | | |
152 | Come, join our choral number | | | | | | | |
153 | Never say, "I can't," my friend | | | | | | | |
154 | Where the ivy vines are creeping | | | | | | | |
156 | O songs of the beautiful, songs of the blest | | | | | | | |
157 | For a season call'd to part | | | | | | | |