# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
201 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
202 | As birds their infant brood protect | | | | | | | |
203 | I love thy kingdom, Lord | | | | | | | |
204 | Come, let us join our friends above, who [that] have obtained the prize | | | | | | | |
205 | My Savior God, my sovereign Prince | | | | | | | |
206 | 'Twas the commission of our [the] Lord | | | | | | | |
207 | Lord Jesus, who before thy passion | | | | | | | |
208 | According to Thy gracious word, In meek humility | | | | | | | |
209 | Lord, at thy table I [we] behold The wonders of thy grace | | | | | | | |
210 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
211 | Blest is the work, O [my] God and [our] King | | | | | | | |
212 | Welcome, delightful morn, Thou [Sweet] day of sacred rest | | | | | | | |
213 | This day belongs to God alone | | | | | | | |
214 | Come, let us join with one accord | | | | | | | |
215 | This is the day the Lord hath made, O earth rejoice | | | | | | | |
216 | Lord of the worlds above, How pleasant and how fair | | | | | | | |
217 | Jesus, where'er thy people meet | | | | | | | |
218 | How sweet thy dwellings, Lord, how fair | | | | | | | |
219 | Time, what an empty [fleeting] vapor 'tis | | | | | | | |
220 | Thee we adore, eternal name, And humbly | | | | | | | |
221 | Like mist on the mountain | | | | | | | |
222 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
223 | One [A] sweetly [sweet] solemn thought comes to me o'er and o'er | | | | | | | |
224 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
225 | O 'tis a folly and a crime | | | | | | | |
226 | Remember thy Creator now | | | | | | | |
227 | Beneath our feet and o'er our head | | | | | | | |
228 | Littlle travelers Zionward Each one entering | | | | | | | |
229 | We are out on the ocean sailing | | | | | | | |
230 | There is a time, we know not when | | | | | | | |
231 | The moment comes, the only one | | | | | | | |
232 | And am I born to die | | | | | | | |
233 | Teach me the measure of my days | | | | | | | |
234 | I would not live alway [always], I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
235 | Lord, thou hast called thy servant home | | | | | | | |
236 | Death has been here, and borne away A sister [brother] [scholar] from our side | | | | | | | |
237 | Happy soul, thy days are ended [ending] | | | | | | | |
238 | Why should we start and fear to die | | | | | | | |
239 | Dearest of names, our Lord, our King | | | | | | | |
240 | Christ, my rock, my sure defence | | | | | | | |
241 | My faith shall triumph o'er the grave and trample on the tombs | | | | | | | |
242 | Unvail [Unveil] thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
243 | When rising from the bed of death | | | | | | | |
244 | A dread and solemn hour | | | | | | | |
245 | Day of judgment, day of wonders | | | | | | | |
246 | There is a house not made with [by] hands, Eternal | | | | | | | |
247 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
248 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | | | |
249 | I'm a pilgrim and I'm a stranger, I can tarry | | | | | | | |
250 | Jerusalem, my happy home | | | | | | | |
251 | Come, Lord, and warm each languid heart, Inspire each lifeless tongue | | | | | | | |
252 | O mother dear, Jerusalem | | | | | | | |
253 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
254 | Whither, pilgrims, are you [ye] going | | | | | | | |
255 | Joyfully, joyfully, onward I [we] move | | | | | | | |
256 | Forever with the Lord [our God], amen, so let it be | | | | | | | |
257 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
258 | Who are these [those] in bright [fair] array | | | | | | | |
259 | Palms of glory, raiment bright | | | | | | | |
260 | I'm but a stranger [traveler] here, heaven is my home | | | | | | | |
261 | Around the throne of God in heaven, thousands | | | | | | | |
262 | Happy the children who are gone | | | | | | | |
263 | I want to be an angel | | | | | | | |
264 | Though but a little child I am | | | | | | | |
265 | I am a little child you see | | | | | | | |
266 | I will a little pilgrim be | | | | | | | |
267 | Lord Jesus, we bless thee that thou wast a child | | | | | | | |
268 | Gentle Jesus, meek and mild | | | | | | | |
269 | Jesus, tender Savior, hast thou died for me | | | | | | | |
270 | When little Samuel woke | | | | | | | |
271 | Little drops of water | | | | | | | |
272 | Savior, like a shepherd lead us | | | | | | | |
273 | I think, when I read that [the] sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
274 | We are but young, yet we may sing | | | | | | | |
275 | Jesus, tender shepherd, hear us | | | | | | | |
276 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
277 | Blow ye [you] the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
278 | Hasten, Lord, the glorious time | | | | | | | |
279 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
280 | When shall the voice of singing flow | | | | | | | |
281 | O Spirit of the living God! | | | | | | | |
282 | Sovereign of worlds, display thy power | | | | | | | |
283 | O send forth the Bible | | | | | | | |
284 | Hear the royal proclamation, the glad tidings | | | | | | | |
285 | Over the ocean wave, far, far away | | | | | | | |
286 | O'er the realms of pagan darkness | | | | | | | |
287 | To thee, O blessed Savior | | | | | | | |
288 | Precious Savior of salvation | | | | | | | |
289 | Preserved by thine almighty power | | | | | | | |
290 | The Sunday school army has gathered once more | | | | | | | |
291 | Days and weeks, and months, returning | | | | | | | |
292 | We bring no glittering treasures, no gems | | | | | | | |
293 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
294 | God of every land and nation | | | | | | | |
295 | Great God of nations now to thee | | | | | | | |
296 | Great God, thy watchful care we bless | | | | | | | |
297 | Glory to the Father give | | | | | | | |
298 | While with ceaseless [careless] course the sun | | | | | | | |
299 | Again another fleeting year | | | | | | | |
300 | Great God, we sing that mighty hand | | | | | | | |