# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | Safely through another week | | | | | | | |
d102 | Savior, [Say], who thy flock are [art] feeding | | | | | | | |
d103 | See, another year is gone | | | | | | | |
d104 | Shall we spend our youthful days | | | | | | | |
d105 | Shepherds, rejoice, lift up your eyes | | | | | | | |
d106 | Sister, thou wast [wert] mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
d107 | Sweet spices they brought on their star lighted way | | | | | | | |
d108 | Teacher, at the feet of love | | | | | | | |
d109 | The joy that from religion flows | | | | | | | |
d110 | The Lord is our Shepherd and we are his lambs | | | | | | | |
d111 | The Lord, our Father reigns | | | | | | | |
d112 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d113 | The rose the sweetly blooming rose | | | | | | | |
d114 | The Sabbath of the Lord, the Sabbath is our day | | | | | | | |
d115 | The seraphs bright are hovering | | | | | | | |
d116 | The sun is shining bright | | | | | | | |
d117 | The Sunday school is open to all | | | | | | | |
d118 | The Sunday school with joy so full | | | | | | | |
d119 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | | | |
d120 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d121 | There is a stream whose gentle flow | | | | | | | |
d122 | There's not a place in earth's vast round | | | | | | | |
d123 | Thou great Supreme, Thou only just and true | | | | | | | |
d124 | Thou whose wide extended sway | | | | | | | |
d125 | Though lost to our sight we may not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
d126 | 'Tis easier work if we begin | | | | | | | |
d127 | 'Tis religion that can give sweetest pleasures | | | | | | | |
d128 | 'Tis summer, glorious summer, look | | | | | | | |
d129 | To thee be praise forever | | | | | | | |
d130 | To thee, O blessed Savior | | | | | | | |
d131 | To thee we raise our voices | | | | | | | |
d132 | To thy temple I repair | | | | | | | |
d133 | Unto thee we lift our song | | | | | | | |
d134 | Unvail [Unveil] thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
d135 | We come our Sabbath hymn to raise | | | | | | | |
d136 | We come with joy and gladness | | | | | | | |
d137 | We leave our tasks, we leave our play | | | | | | | |
d138 | We praise thee, Lord, for this glad day | | | | | | | |
d139 | We've passed a pleasant Sabbath day | | | | | | | |
d140 | What are these [those] soul reviving strains | | | | | | | |
d141 | What sounds of great mercy salute the glad ear | | | | | | | |
d142 | When children give their hearts to God | | | | | | | |
d143 | When, his salvation bringing [sending] | | | | | | | |
d144 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
d145 | When the joyous day is dawning | | | | | | | |
d146 | When will that day appear | | | | | | | |
d147 | While we are young and happy | | | | | | | |
d148 | Whither but to thee, O Lord | | | | | | | |
d149 | With warm delight and grateful joy | | | | | | | |
d150 | Youth is the time for faith and love | | | | | | | |