# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
3 | Nothing, either great or small | | | | | | | |
4 | O, we love the Sabbath school | | | | | | | |
5 | Softly on the breath of evening | | | | | | | |
6 | There is no name so sweet on earth | | | | | | | |
7 | Lovely Sabbath morning | | | | | | | |
8 | Listen to the roses | | | | | | | |
9 | The Sabbath morn, the Sabbath morn | | | | | | | |
10 | Beautiful Zion, built above | | | | | | | |
12 | Our native land, to thee we cling | | | | | | | |
13 | The God of Harvest praise | | | | | | | |
14 | Dare to be right! dare to be true! | | | | | | | |
15 | Little modest violet blue | | | | | | | |
16 | The morning light is breaking | | | | | | | |
17a | When shall the voice of singing | | | | | | | |
17b | The mellow eve is gliding | | | | | | | |
17c | Now be the gospel banner | | | | | | | |
18 | Jesus loves me, this I know | | | | | | | |
19a | Soft be the gently breathing notes | | | | | | | |
19b | I know 'tis Jesus loves my soul | | | | | | | |
19c | Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
20 | Why do we linger? | | | | | | | |
22 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus! | | | | | | | |
23 | We are coming, blessed Saviour | | | | | | | |
24 | I've read of a world of beauty | | | | | | | |
25 | There is a land immortal | | | | | | | |
26 | I need thee, precious Jesus, for I am full of sin | | | | | | | |
27 | How gentle God's commands! | | | | | | | |
28 | Yes, for me, for me he careth | | | | | | | |
29a | Jesus, tender Shepherd, hear us | | | | | | | |
29b | Gently, Lord, oh, gently lead us | | | | | | | |
29c | Take my heart, O Father, take it | | | | | | | |
30 | We come, we come with singing | | | | | | | |
32 | Only the sunbeams reflected! | | | | | | | |
34 | Come, schoolmates, don't grow weary | | | | | | | |
35a | Lord, when thou didst ascend on high | | | | | | | |
35b | How are thy servants blest, O Lord! | | | | | | | |
35c | Jesus shall reign, where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
36 | Jesus is our Shepherd, On his faithful breast | | | | | | | |
37 | My heavenly home is bright and fair | | | | | | | |
38 | Beautiful child, with clust'ring hair | | | | | | | |
39 | Sovereign Ruler, Lord of all | | | | | | | |
40 | I'm a lonely trav'ler here | | | | | | | |
41 | Days and weeks, and months returning | | | | | | | |
42 | A crown of glory bright | | | | | | | |
43 | I want to be an angel | | | | | | | |
44 | Sweetly sing, sweetly sing | | | | | | | |
45 | From a cottage in a dell | | | | | | | |
46 | Little child, do you love Jesus! | | | | | | | |
47 | I close my heavy eye | | | | | | | |
48 | Music, sweet music from Angels above | | | | | | | |
49 | The Saviour calls; let every ear attend | | | | | | | |
50 | Sweet land of rest! for thee I sigh | | | | | | | |
51 | How dearly God must love us | | | | | | | |
52 | Come away, come away, Hark the bells are ringing | | | | | | | |
53 | Little pilgrims tripping lightly | | | | | | | |
54 | I was a wandering sheep | | | | | | | |
55a | I want a heart to pray | | | | | | | |
55b | Sweet is the time of Spring | | | | | | | |
55c | A charge to keep I have | | | | | | | |
56 | Nothing but leaves, the spirit grieves | | | | | | | |
57 | See, the glowing skies are bright | | | | | | | |
58 | In that world of glory bright | | | | | | | |
59 | My rest is in heaven, my home is not here | | | | | | | |
60 | Shepherd of Israel from thy throne behold us | | | | | | | |
62 | Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer! | | | | | | | |
63 | Fade, fade each earthly joy | [Fade, fade each earthly joy] | | | | | | |
64 | Little children, come to Jesus | | | | | | | |
65 | God of my life, my morning song | | | | | | | |
66 | I'm going to be a soldier | | | | | | | |
68 | We are a group of happy children | | | | | | | |
69 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
70 | How sweet the words of Jesus! | | | | | | | |
72 | There's a country, dear children, of endless delight | | | | | | | |
74 | A radiant shore of light and love | | | | | | | |
75a | Blest be the tie that binds | | | | | | | |
75b | Jesus, who knows full well | | | | | | | |
75c | Come, holy Spirit, come | | | | | | | |
76 | The Sunday-school army has gathered once more | | | | | | | |
78 | Ye valiant soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
79 | Happy angels! still ye dwell | | | | | | | |
80 | We gather, we gather, dear Jesus, to bring | | | | | | | |
82 | Sweet is the calm delight I feel | | | | | | | |
83 | Lord of mercy and of might | | | | | | | |
84 | We have no home but heaven | | | | | | | |
86 | Come unto me, when shadows darkly gather | | | | | | | |
87 | "Is this the way, my Father?" | | | | | | | |
88 | There is a city fair and bright | | | | | | | |
89 | The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want | | | | | | | |
90 | I know 'tis Jesus loves my soul | | | | | | | |
91 | Once more, my soul, the rising day | | | | | | | |
92 | God's angels come from heaven on high | | | | | | | |
93 | Our Father, who art in heaven | | | | | | | |
94 | To the land that we claim | | | | | | | |
95 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
96 | Weary wanderer o'er the main | | | | | | | |
97 | Breathe, Holy Spirit, from above | | | | | | | |
98 | Jesus, I long for thee | | | | | | | |
99 | I will never, never leave thee | | | | | | | |
100 | When the moon is beaming | | | | | | | |
101 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |