# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | Angry words, O let them never | | | | | | | |
d2 | Be kind to each other | | | | | | | |
d3 | Blest be the tie that binds our hearts in Christian love | | | | | | | |
d4 | Come gather round ye children | | | | | | | |
d5 | Come, let us hear what wisdom saith | | | | | | | |
d6 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
d7 | I never will speak a wicked word | | | | | | | |
d8 | I wish I could see Jesus | | | | | | | |
d9 | If you have a pleasant thought, sing it | | | | | | | |
d10 | Love the Savior, little children | | | | | | | |
d11 | My God, my Father [My God and Father], while [whilst] [though] I stray [pray] | | | | | | | |
d12 | Nothing either great or small, nothing sinner | | | | | | | |
d13 | Open wide the garden gate | | | | | | | |
d14 | Our youthful hearts with [for] temperance burn | | | | | | | |
d15 | Safely through another week | | | | | | | |
d16 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d17 | The morning light now meets | | | | | | | |
d18 | The Sabbath morn is breaking, the Sabbath bells are waking | | | | | | | |
d19 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d20 | There's a beautiful city which lies beyond this vale | | | | | | | |
d21 | When gathering clouds [storms] around I view | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]