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4 | Sweet songs, precious songs of the Bible we bring | | | | | |  | |
5 | Children, obey the gospel call | | | | | |  | |
6 | Sweet Bible Songs are best of all | | | | | |  | |
8 | Hark the voice of Jesus calling | | | | | |  | |
9 | Working, O Christ, with thee | | | | | |  | |
10 | Behold what manner of Love The Father hath bestowed | | | | | |  | |
11 | O God, to thy promise our hearts humbly cling | | | | | |  | |
12 | There's a well in the country of suff'ring and grief | | | | | |  | |
13 | Come, with all thy sorrow, Weary wand'ring soul | | | | | |  | |
14 | Jesus, we are thy disciples | | | | | |  | |
15 | "If thou wilt;" the leper's plea | | | | | |  | |
16 | The Twelve with Jesus sat at meat | | | | | |  | |
17 | Oh holy Savior friend unseen | | | | | |  | |
18 | Our Father, in heaven, By precept has given | | | | | |  | |
19 | The gentle, holy Jesus | | | | | |  | |
20 | O could we see the Golden shore | | | | | |  | |
21 | Now the day of work is done | | | | | |  | |
22 | We gather, we gather, dear Jesus to bring | | | | | |  | |
23 | Sweet Sabbath School, so dear to me | | | | | |  | |
24 | We shall end our care and sorrow | | | | | |  | |
25 | The blessed Savior died for me | | | | | |  | |
26 | O children go forward though danger surrounds you | | | | | |  | |
27 | Fight the good fight of faith | | | | | |  | |
28 | To the fishers by the side | | | | | |  | |
30 | Sing praises, sing praises, let songs fill the air | | | | | |  | |
31 | We are only little children | | | | | |  | |
32 | Lead me in thy truth, and teach me | | | | | |  | |
33 | Dark clouds come o'er me day by day | | | | | |  | |
34 | O come, we are marching to Zion | | | | | |  | |
36 | Jesus of Nazareth passes today | | | | | |  | |
37 | Dark the night, the snow is falling | | | | | |  | |
38 | Ask, and ye shall receive | | | | | |  | |
39 | My God and Father, while I stray | | | | | |  | |
40 | O little feet, grown weary | | | | | |  | |
41 | Hark to the solemn bell | | | | | |  | |
42 | 'Tis the book of true wisdom | | | | | |  | |
43 | Be not weary, toiling Christian, good the Master thou dost serve | | | | | |  | |
44 | We are weak in ourselves, and our work is great | | | | | |  | |
46 | Out in the darkness of midnight | | | | | |  | |
48 | We were treading paths forbidden | | | | | |  | |
49 | A soul has left its house of clay | | | | | |  | |
50 | Let children trust in Christ | | | | | |  | |
51 | Children, have you heard the story | | | | | |  | |
52 | Tho' we're tossed on life's rough ocean | | | | | |  | |
54 | Oh, speed thee, speed thee on thy way | | | | | |  | |
56 | We are a band of happy children, true | | | | | |  | |
57 | O Saviour, dear Saviour, in glory so bright | | | | | |  | |
58 | A world in pain awaits our aid | | | | | |  | |
60 | Cast thy bread upon the water | | | | | |  | |
62 | When thorns, and not roses spring up at your feet | | | | | |  | |
63 | Blessed Jesus, meek and mild | | | | | |  | |
64 | And they shall see His face | | | | | |  | |
66 | The children are coming, an army great and strong | | | | | |  | |
67 | Blessed Jesus, guide my feet | | | | | |  | |
68 | A little while we labor ere the harvest | | | | | |  | |
69 | The day is drawing nearer | | | | | |  | |
70 | There are armies contending in battle array | | | | | |  | |
71 | Must I my brother keep | | | | | |  | |
72 | In the ways of true temperance | | | | | |  | |
74 | I am glad that I've heard about Jesus, so kind | | | | | |  | |
75 | O blessed Saviour! Lord above | | | | | |  | |
76 | Out of darkness into light | | | | | |  | |
78 | How readest thou the pages | | | | | |  | |
79 | Passing seasons keep reminding | | | | | |  | |
80 | Come, dear Saviour, with thy blessing | | | | | |  | |
81 | Hark! the voice of Jesus calling | | | | | |  | |
82 | I cannot see, I only trust | | | | | |  | |
84 | Go to thy rest, sweet child | | | | | |  | |
85 | Come, children, join our great command | | | | | |  | |
86 | Are they talking of closing the Sunday School | | | | | |  | |
87 | I love the Sunday school | | | | | |  | |
88 | We shall meet in the Eden above | | | | | |  | |
89 | Hold on, my heart, in thy believing | | | | | |  | |
90 | Jesus wept, Jesus wept | | | | | |  | |
91 | Hark to the church bells ringing | | | | | |  | |
92 | Enter ye in at the strait gate | | | | | |  | |
93 | 'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow | | | | | |  | |
94 | We're a band of little soldiers | | | | | |  | |
95 | Little children, Jesus calls you | | | | | |  | |
96 | Our country, our beautiful country | | | | | |  | |
98 | Only watching o'er the waters | | | | | |  | |
99 | I am Jesus' little lamb | | | | | |  | |
100 | How oft we meet upon our way | | | | | |  | |
101 | Send the Bible to distant lands | | | | | |  | |
102 | Night's sable wing is folding | | | | | |  | |
103 | Touch not the cup, it is death to thy soul | [Touch not the cup, it is death to thy soul] | | | | |  | |
104 | We are wandering home, as the time glideth by | | | | | |  | |
105 | I'm a little pilgrim | | | | | |  | |
106 | Tho' the storm be loudly roaring | | | | | |  | |
107 | The Master calls us to the harvest field | | | | | |  | |
108 | Go ye into the highways | | | | | |  | |
109 | Our Father who art in heaven | | | | | |  | |
110 | Well done, good and faithful servant | | | | | |  | |
112 | Always with us, always with us | | | | | |  | |
113 | 'Tis a sweet, blessed story the Bible hath given | | | | | |  | |
114 | On the journey of life we are going | | | | | |  | |
116 | Through the gates into the city | | | | | |  | |
118 | O never be weary, with vigor pursue | | | | | |  | |
119 | Just as I am,--without one plea | | | | | |  | |
120 | In the presence of the angels | | | | | |  | |