Plymouth Sabbath School Collection: or, Hymns and Tunes

Editor: H. E. Matthews, John Zundel
Publisher: A. S. Barnes & Co., New York, 1858
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3Thanks to God for every blessingPage Scan
4Summer days are coming, Winter days are gonePage Scan
5O how purely, O how surelyPage Scan
6Thou sweet gliding Kedron, by thy silver streamPage Scan
7The dewdrop on the greenPage Scan
8Now night is gone, And golden mornPage Scan
9The morning light with rosy lightPage Scan
10See the shining dewdropsPage Scan
11My Bible! 'tis a book divinePage Scan
12I'll awake at dawn on the Sabbath-dayPage Scan
14Praise the Lord, when blushing morningPage Scan
15There's not a tint that paints the rosePage Scan
16From sweet and soothing slumberPage Scan
17Chide mildly the erringPage Scan
18While beauty clothes the fertile valePage Scan
19Come, children, and join in our festival song
20Lord, how delightful 'tis to see Page Scan
21As flows the rapid riverPage Scan
22Come, children, come!Page Scan
23What happy moments I have spentPage Scan
24Go when the morning shinethPage Scan
25Twinkle, twinkle, little starPage Scan
26Young and happy while thou artPage Scan
27How pleasing is thy voicePage Scan
28We are but young, yet we may singPage Scan
29Beautiful bow! in mercy givenPage Scan
30Now is past the time of teachingPage Scan
31Holy Father! let thy blessingPage Scan
32When Sabbath's sacred morning lightPage Scan
34To thee, my God and SaviorPage Scan
35The flowers along your pathPage Scan
36There is a glorious world of lightPage Scan
37Softly fades the twilight rayPage Scan
38Jesus, tender Shepherd, hear me!Page Scan
40Here we throng to praise the SaviourPage Scan
41My country! 'tis of theePage Scan
42There is an hour of peaceful restPage Scan
43How bright and fair Thy footsteps arePage Scan
44I think, when I read that sweet story of oldPage Scan
45There is a happy land, Far, far awayPage Scan
46When the morning light drives away the nightPage Scan
48Here we meet to part againPage Scan
49Joyfully, joyfully, onward we movePage Scan
50I want to be an angel, And with the angels standPage Scan
51Around the throne of God in heavenPage Scan
52O, do not be discouragedPage Scan
53Come, let us sweetly sing, join in full chorusPage Scan
54The Sunday school, that blessed placePage Scan
55I have a Father in the promised landPage Scan
56aLittle drops of waterPage Scan
56bJesus, tender Saviour, Hast thou died for me?Page Scan
57Days, and weeks, and months returningPage Scan
58How dear is the thought, that the angels of GodPage Scan
59aLord, teach a little child to prayPage Scan
59bBehold, what condescending lovePage Scan
60Holy Father, thou hast taught mePage Scan
61Come, little soldiers, Join in our bandPage Scan
62In the rosy light of the morning brightPage Scan
63Childhood's years are passing o'er usPage Scan
64We speak of the realms of the blestPage Scan
65Dear Jesus! ever at my sidePage Scan
66I'm but a stranger here, Heaven is my homePage Scan
67By the side of a river so clearPage Scan
68How beauteous the morning appears!Page Scan
69Holy Bible! book divinePage Scan
70O mother dear, Jerusalem!Page Scan
71There is a holy cityPage Scan
72Jerusalem! my glorious homePage Scan
73Now I awake and see the lightPage Scan
74God is in heaven: and can he hearPage Scan
75With thy counsel thou shalt guide mePage Scan
76We won't give up the Bible--God's holy book of truth!Page Scan
77She died--yet is not dead!Page Scan
79I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a strangerPage Scan
78The year's last song, and then we part!Page Scan
80On Jordan's rugged banks I standPage Scan
81My heavenly home is bright and fairPage Scan
82Heavenly Father, grant thy blessingPage Scan
83Say, whither, wandering strangerPage Scan
84Please to watch us, blessed Saviour Page Scan
85When beautiful flowers impart their perfumePage Scan
86Preserved by thine Almighty powerPage Scan
87How I love my tender mother!Page Scan
88Just as I am--without one pleaPage Scan
89Thy word is a lamp unto my feetPage Scan
90Father, hear! to thee we raisePage Scan
91My days are gliding swiftly byPage Scan
92We're trav'ling home to heaven abovePage Scan
93Now we lift our tuneful voicesPage Scan
94Who shall sing, if not the children?Page Scan
95Out on an ocean all boundless, we ridePage Scan
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