| # | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
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| d101 | Savior, [Say], who thy flock are [art] feeding | | | | | | | |
| d102 | See the leaves around us [you] falling | | | | | | | |
| d103 | See the morning sunbeams | | | | | | | |
| d104 | Softly fades the twilight ray | | | | | | | |
| d105 | Summer days are coming, Winter days are gone | | | | | | | |
| d106 | Thanks to God for every blessing | | | | | | | |
| d107 | The clock has struck, I cannot stay | | | | | | | |
| d108 | The eastern hills are glowing | | | | | | | |
| d109 | The farmer plows and sows the fields | | | | | | | |
| d110 | The light of Sabbath eve is fading | | | | | | | |
| d111 | The Lord is my Shepherd, How happy am I | | | | | | | |
| d112 | The morning bright, with rosy light | | | | | | | |
| d113 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
| d114 | The morning sky [sun] is bright and clear | | | | | | | |
| d115 | The rosy light is dawning | | | | | | | |
| d116 | The Sabbath school how dear to me | | | | | | | |
| d117 | The Spirit in our hearts is whispering sinner come | | | | | | | |
| d118 | The world their fancied pearl may crave | | | | | | | |
| d119 | There is a glorious world of light | | | | | | | |
| d120 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | | | |
| d121 | There is a path that leads | | | | | | | |
| d122 | There was a noble ark | | | | | | | |
| d123 | Thou dwelling with strangers | | | | | | | |
| d124 | Thou Shepherd of Isr'l, and mine [divine] | | | | | | | |
| d125 | Thou soft [sweet] flowing [gliding] Kedron [Cedron], by thy silver [limpid] stream | | | | | | | |
| d126 | Thou whose almighty word Chaos and darkness heard | | | | | | | |
| d127 | To Jesus, the crown of my [our] hope | | | | | | | |
| d128 | To Sabbath school, to Sabbath school | | | | | | | |
| d129 | To thee, my God and Savior | | | | | | | |
| d130 | To thee, O blessed Savior | | | | | | | |
| d131 | Today the Savior calls, ye wanderers come | | | | | | | |
| d132 | Together let us sweetly live | | | | | | | |
| d133 | Tomorrow, Lord, is thine | | | | | | | |
| d134 | Upward I lift mine [my] eyes | | | | | | | |
| d135 | Watchmen, onward to your stations | | | | | | | |
| d136 | What are these in bright array | | | | | | | |
| d137 | What is it shows my soul the way | | | | | | | |
| d138 | What's this that steals, that steals upon my frame | | | | | | | |
| d139 | When, his salvation bringing [sending] | | | | | | | |
| d140 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
| d141 | When little Samuel woke | | | | | | | |
| d142 | When Sabbath's sacred morning light begins | | | | | | | |
| d143 | When shall the voice of singing flow | | | | | | | |
| d144 | Where do children love to go | | | | | | | |
| d145 | Where, O where are the Hebrew children | | | | | | | |
| d146 | While angels, clothed in light divine | | | | | | | |
| d147 | While beauty clothes the fertile vale | | | | | | | |
| d148 | While God invites, how blest the day | | | | | | | |
| d149 | While passing a garden there fell on my ear | | | | | | | |
| d150 | While with ceaseless [careless] course the sun | | | | | | | |
| d151 | Who can tell what notes of sadness | | | | | | | |
| d152 | Yes, the Redeemer rose [lives]; The Savior left the dead | | | | | | | |
| d153 | Young and happy while [whilst] thou art | | | | | | | |
| d154 | Young children were to Jesus brought | | | | | | | |
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