# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | Shout the tidings of salvation | | | | | | | |
d102 | Show pity Lord, O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
d103 | Sister, thou wast [wert] mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
d104 | Softly on the breath of evening | | | | | | | |
d105 | Some call us the infants | | | | | | | |
d106 | Some sing the praise of rosy wine | | | | | | | |
d107 | Sow in the morn thy [the] seed, At eve | | | | | | | |
d108 | Take my heart, O Father, take it | | | | | | | |
d109 | Tell me, brothers, will you meet me | | | | | | | |
d110 | The army of the Sunday school | | | | | | | |
d111 | The lambs of Jesus, who are they but children | | | | | | | |
d112 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d113 | The Sunday school army has gathered once more | | | | | | | |
d114 | The Sunday school that blessed place | | | | | | | |
d115 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d116 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | | | |
d117 | There's a light in the window for thee, brother | | | | | | | |
d118 | There's many a poor little boy | | | | | | | |
d119 | Through a strange country | | | | | | | |
d120 | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
d121 | 'Tis religion that can give in the light | | | | | | | |
d122 | To the heavenly land, to the heavenly | | | | | | | |
d123 | Today the Savior calls, ye wanderers come | | | | | | | |
d124 | Traveler, whither art thou going | | | | | | | |
d125 | 'Twas Jesus, my Savior, who died on the [a] tree [cross] | | | | | | | |
d126 | We all should love one another | | | | | | | |
d127 | We are but young, yet we may sing | | | | | | | |
d128 | We are coming, blessed Savior | | | | | | | |
d129 | We are out on the ocean sailing | | | | | | | |
d130 | We are pilgrims on the earth, Journeying onward | | | | | | | |
d131 | We are rising, we are rising with the change | | | | | | | |
d132 | We have no home but heaven, A pilgrim's garb | | | | | | | |
d133 | We know not what's before us | | | | | | | |
d134 | We love to sing together | | | | | | | |
d135 | We shall sleep, but not forever | | | | | | | |
d136 | We're marching to the promised land | | | | | | | |
d137 | What is your mission, my brother | | | | | | | |
d138 | What vessel are you sailing in | | | | | | | |
d139 | When can I read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d140 | When life's labor song is sung | | | | | | | |
d141 | When shall we meet again, Meet ne'er [more] to sever | | | | | | | |
d142 | When the morning light drives away the night | | | | | | | |
d143 | Why forbid them, Jesus said | | | | | | | |
d144 | With tearful eyes I look around | | | | | | | |
d145 | Ye valiant soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
d146 | Yes, I know thou art praying | | | | | | | |
d147 | Yes, my school I dearly | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]