# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
d102 | Jesus, tender shepherd, hear us | | | | | | | |
d103 | Joy to the world, the Lord is [has] come | | | | | | | |
d104 | Joyfully, joyfully, onward I [we] move | | | | | | | |
d105 | Just as I am, without one plea, But [Save] that thy blood | | | | | | | |
d106 | Just as thou art, without one trace Of love or joy | | | | | | | |
d107 | Kind words can never die, Cherished and blest | | | | | | | |
d108 | Lamb of God, whose bleeding [dying] love | | | | | | | |
d109 | Let every heart rejoice and sing, Let choral anthems | | | | | | | |
d110 | Let the children come to me | | | | | | | |
d111 | Let us love one another, not long may we stay | | | | | | | |
d112 | Let us with a joyful mind | | | | | | | |
d113 | Lift up to God the voice of praise | | | | | | | |
d114 | Little child, do you love Jesus | | | | | | | |
d115 | Little drops of water, little grains of sand | | | | | | | |
d116 | Little schoolmates can you tell | | | | | | | |
d117 | Little travelers Zionward, Each one entering | | | | | | | |
d118 | Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
d119 | Lord, this night I come to own all | | | | | | | |
d120 | Mid [midst] scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
d121 | Mid sorrow and care, There's one | | | | | | | |
d122 | Must Jesus bear the [his] cross alone | | | | | | | |
d123 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
d124 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
d125 | My home is in heaven my rest | | | | | | | |
d126 | My Savior, 'tis of thee | | | | | | | |
d127 | No night shall be in heaven, no gathering gloom | | | | | | | |
d128 | Now I awake and see the light | | | | | | | |
d129 | O come, while Spring rejoices | | | | | | | |
d130 | O do not be discouraged, For Jesus is your friend | | | | | | | |
d131 | O Jesus, delight of my soul My Savior, my Shepherd divine | | | | | | | |
d132 | O never on this holy book | | | | | | | |
d133 | O send forth the Bible | | | | | | | |
d134 | O sing to me of heaven When I am called to die | | | | | | | |
d135 | O the Sabbath morning, beautiful and bright | | | | | | | |
d136 | O there is a river whose fresh waters flow | | | | | | | |
d137 | O thou who didst uphold my way | | | | | | | |
d138 | O 'tis in the [this] land of the Bible we love | | | | | | | |
d139 | O we are happy now, dear mother | | | | | | | |
d140 | O we love to come to our Sabbath home | | | | | | | |
d141 | O where is little brother gone | | | | | | | |
d142 | O won't you love my Jesus | | | | | | | |
d143 | Oft as the bell, with solemn toll, Speaks the departure of a soul | | | | | | | |
d144 | On a hill stands a beautiful tree | | | | | | | |
d145 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
d146 | On what has now been sown | | | | | | | |
d147 | One sweet [bright] flower has drooped and faded | | | | | | | |
d148 | One there is above all others, well [who] deserves | | | | | | | |
d149 | Onward speed thy conquering flight | | | | | | | |
d150 | Our Father in heaven we hallow thy name | | | | | | | |
d151 | Our Jesus, before he went home | | | | | | | |
d152 | Our youthful hearts with [for] temperance burn | | | | | | | |
d153 | Out on an ocean all boundless we ride | | | | | | | |
d154 | Over the ocean wave, far, far away | | | | | | | |
d155 | Pleasant is the Sabbath bell | | | | | | | |
d156 | Preserved by thine almighty power | | | | | | | |
d157 | Pure the breath of early morn | | | | | | | |
d158 | Rejoice, rejoice, the promised time is coming | | | | | | | |
d159 | Remember thy Creator, While youth's fair spring | | | | | | | |
d160 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d161 | Safely through another week | | | | | | | |
d162 | Say, brother [brothers], will you meet me [us] | | | | | | | |
d163 | Say, whither, wandering stranger | | | | | | | |
d164 | See the kind [good] Shepherd, Jesus, stands | | | | | | | |
d165 | See the shining dewdrops | | | | | | | |
d166 | Shed not a tear, o'er your friend's early bier | | | | | | | |
d167 | Shepherd of thy little flock | | | | | | | |
d168 | Shepherd, while thy flocks are feeding | | | | | | | |
d169 | Sing, O sing the song of gladness | | | | | | | |
d170 | Sister, thou wast [wert] mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
d171 | Soft as the morning dew | | | | | | | |
d172 | Soft, soft, music is stealing | | | | | | | |
d173 | Some call us the infants | | | | | | | |
d174 | Some love to drink from the foamy brink | | | | | | | |
d175 | Stand up for Jesus, All who lead his host | | | | | | | |
d176 | Stand up for Jesus, All who lead his host | | | | | | | |
d177 | Sweet day of rest, for thee I [I'd} wait | | | | | | | |
d178 | Sweet Sabbath school, place dear to me | | | | | | | |
d179 | Sweet spices they brought on their star lighted way | | | | | | | |
d180 | Sweetly sing, sweetly sing praises | | | | | | | |
d181 | Sweetly the Sabbath bell steals on the air | | | | | | | |
d182 | Take my heart, O Father, take it | | | | | | | |
d183 | Take thy staff, O pilgrim, haste thee on thy way | | | | | | | |
d184 | Thank God for pleasant weather | | | | | | | |
d185 | Thank God for the Bible, 'tis there we find the story | | | | | | | |
d186 | The Bible, the Bible, More precious than gold | | | | | | | |
d187 | The breath of prayer hath frangrancy | | | | | | | |
d188 | The lambs of Jesus, who are they but children | | | | | | | |
d189 | The Lord is my Shepherd, He makes me repose | | | | | | | |
d190 | The Lord is my Shepherd, How happy am I | | | | | | | |
d191 | The loveliest time of all | | | | | | | |
d192 | The morning sky [sun] is bright and clear | | | | | | | |
d193 | The Prince of salvation in triumph is riding | | | | | | | |
d194 | The Sabbath bells are ringing come away and happy voices | | | | | | | |
d195 | The Sabbath morn is breaking, the Sabbath bells are waking | | | | | | | |
d196 | The Sabbath school how dear to me | | | | | | | |
d197 | The Sabbath school's a place for prayer | | | | | | | |
d198 | The seraphs bright are hovering | | | | | | | |
d199 | The voice is hushed the gentle voice | | | | | | | |
d200 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | | | |