# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | A beautiful home beyond the tide | | | | | | | |
d2 | Another week has passed away | | | | | | | |
d3 | Another year has told its fourfold tale | | | | | | | |
d4 | Around the throne of God in heaven, thousands | | | | | | | |
d5 | Beautiful Zion, built above; Beautiful city that I love | | | | | | | |
d6 | Brother, thou art gone to rest | | | | | | | |
d7 | By faith I view my Savior dying | | | | | | | |
d8 | Child of sin and sorrow, Filled with dismay | | | | | | | |
d9 | Christ hath [has] arisen, death is no more | | | | | | | |
d10 | Christ is risen, Christ is risen, Christ is risen today | | | | | | | |
d11 | Come, children, and join in our festival song | | | | | | | |
d12 | Come, children, come, God bids you come | | | | | | | |
d13 | Come children, join to [and] sing | | | | | | | |
d14 | Come children, to the gospel feast | | | | | | | |
d15 | Come, let us all awake, sing every one | | | | | | | |
d16 | Come, let us all unite and sing, God is love | | | | | | | |
d17 | Come, wandering sheep, O come, I'll bind thee to my breast | | | | | | | |
d18 | Dare to be [do] right, dare to be true | | | | | | | |
d19 | Early rise, early rise | | | | | | | |
d20 | Ere we part again, let us all unite | | | | | | | |
d21 | Farewell, brother, deep and lowly | | | | | | | |
d22 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
d23 | Gentle spring, why don't you come | | | | | | | |
d24 | Gushing so bright in the mornning light | | | | | | | |
d25 | Hail the blest morn when [see] the great Mediator | | | | | | | |
d26 | Hail to the morn when Christ is born | | | | | | | |
d27 | Happy, happy days of childhood | | | | | | | |
d28 | Happy, happy, meet we here | | | | | | | |
d29 | Hark, the Sabbath bell is ringing 'Tis the sound | | | | | | | |
d30 | Hark, the shining saints are sweetly singing | | | | | | | |
d31 | Hark to the solemn bell | | | | | | | |
d32 | He leadeth me, O blessed thought | | | | | | | |
d33 | Holy Bible, book divine, Precious treasure, thou art mine | | | | | | | |
d34 | Home at last, home at last, On the savior's breast | | | | | | | |
d35 | How sweet 'tis to think | | | | | | | |
d36 | Humble praises, holy Jesus, Infant voices raise | | | | | | | |
d37 | I stood outside the gate | | | | | | | |
d38 | I want to be an angel, and with the angels stand | | | | | | | |
d39 | I was a wandering sheep | | | | | | | |
d40 | I'll awake at dawn on the Sabbath day | | | | | | | |
d41 | I'm a pilgrim, pilgrim here below | | | | | | | |
d42 | I'm trying to climb up Zion's hill | | | | | | | |
d43 | In the rosy light of the morning bright Lift the voice of praise on high | | | | | | | |
d44 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
d45 | Let all the children join in singing | | | | | | | |
d46 | Let us be gladsome and let us be gay | | | | | | | |
d47 | Little children, love each other, Is the blessed Savior's rule | | | | | | | |
d48 | Little drops of water, little grains of sand | | | | | | | |
d49 | Live on the field of battle | | | | | | | |
d50 | Lo he cometh countless trumpets | | | | | | | |
d51 | Lord, I hear of [that] [the] showers of blessing | | | | | | | |
d52 | Loving Savior, here we bring thee | | | | | | | |
d53 | Many voices seem to say | | | | | | | |
d54 | Merrily the temperance horn | | | | | | | |
d55 | Midst sorrow and care | | | | | | | |
d56 | Morning star, bright morning star | | | | | | | |
d57 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
d58 | My rest [home] is in heaven [Eden], my rest [home] is not here | | | | | | | |
d59 | Never forget the Sabbath school | | | | | | | |
d60 | Nothing either great or small remains for me to do | | | | | | | |
d61 | O do not be discouraged, For Jesus is your friend | | | | | | | |
d62 | O [Sweet] land for [of] rest for thee I sigh | | | | | | | |
d63 | Once again with animation, In this pleasing month of May | | | | | | | |
d64 | Once was heard the songs of children | | | | | | | |
d65 | Only waiting till the shadows | | | | | | | |
d66 | Our bark is afloat on time's rough sea | | | | | | | |
d67 | Our bondage here [it] shall [will] end by and by | | | | | | | |
d68 | Out on an ocean all boundless we ride | | | | | | | |
d69 | Poor and needy though I be | | | | | | | |
d70 | Preserved by thine almighty power | | | | | | | |
d71 | Purer yet and purer I would be in mind | | | | | | | |
d72 | Savior, listen to our prayer, poor and sinful though we are | | | | | | | |
d73 | Shout the tidings of salvation to the aged and the young | | | | | | | |
d74 | Sing sweet carols, Christ is born | | | | | | | |
d75 | Suffer little children, said our blessed Savior | | | | | | | |
d76 | Sweetly the Sabbath bell steals on the air | | | | | | | |
d77 | Tell me not, in mournful numbers | | | | | | | |
d78 | Tell me, spring, with balmy air, Violets blue, sweet, and fair | | | | | | | |
d79 | The Lord my Shepherd is, I shall be well supplied | | | | | | | |
d80 | The morning bright, with rosy light | | | | | | | |
d81 | The morning sky [sun] is bright and clear | | | | | | | |
d82 | The Sabbath morn is beaming | | | | | | | |
d83 | The Sabbath morn is breaking, the Sabbath bells are waking | | | | | | | |
d84 | The Sunday school that blessed place | | | | | | | |
d85 | The Sunday school, the Sunday school Blest be the wondrous plan | | | | | | | |
d86 | The winter is over and gone the thrush whistles | | | | | | | |
d87 | There is a beautiful world Where saints and angels sing | | | | | | | |
d88 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d89 | There's not a star whose twinkling light shines [illumes] | | | | | | | |
d90 | There's rest in the grave | | | | | | | |
d91 | This world is all a fleeting show | | | | | | | |
d92 | Through thy protecting care | | | | | | | |
d93 | To thee, the little children's friend | | | | | | | |
d94 | Very little things are we | | | | | | | |
d95 | We are a group of happy children | | | | | | | |
d96 | We are marching to the kingdom | | | | | | | |
d97 | We gather, we gather, dear [O] Jesus, to bring | | | | | | | |
d98 | We have a loving Father | | | | | | | |
d99 | We seem to hear a voice of praise | | | | | | | |
d100 | We shall meet no more to part | | | | | | | |