# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | Stand up for Jesus, All who lead his host | | | | | | | |
d102 | Sweet is the time of spring | | | | | | | |
d103 | The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know | | | | | | | |
d104 | The Sabbath school's a place for prayer | | | | | | | |
d105 | The Sunday school that blessed place | | | | | | | |
d106 | There is a dear and hallowed spot | | | | | | | |
d107 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d108 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | | | |
d109 | There's not a tint that paints the rose | | | | | | | |
d110 | This book is all that's left me now | | | | | | | |
d111 | Though they may lay beneath the ground | | | | | | | |
d112 | 'Tis religion that can give in the light | | | | | | | |
d113 | To thee, my God and Savior | | | | | | | |
d114 | Today if ye [you] will hear his voice | | | | | | | |
d115 | Together let us sweetly live | | | | | | | |
d116 | Very little things are we | | | | | | | |
d117 | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
d118 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d119 | We all love one another | | | | | | | |
d120 | We go the way that leads to God | | | | | | | |
d121 | We love to sing together | | | | | | | |
d122 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
d123 | We won't [we'll not] give up the Bible, God's holy book of truth | | | | | | | |
d124 | We're bound for the land of the pure and the holy | | | | | | | |
d125 | We're going home, we've had visions bright | | | | | | | |
d126 | We're marching to the promised land | | | | | | | |
d127 | We're traveling home to heaven above | | | | | | | |
d128 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d129 | When little Samuel woke | | | | | | | |
d130 | When o'er earth is breaking | | | | | | | |
d131 | When the morning light drives away the night | | | | | | | |
d132 | Where do children love to go | | | | | | | |
d133 | Where, O where are the Hebrew children | | | | | | | |
d134 | Where'er we meet, you always say | | | | | | | |
d135 | While with ceaseless [careless] course the sun | | | | | | | |
d136 | Who shall sing if not the children | | | | | | | |
d137 | Why have we lips, if not to sing | | | | | | | |
d138 | Will you come to our Sunday school | | | | | | | |
d139 | With joy we meet, With smiles we greet Our schoolmates bright and gay | | | | | | | |
d140 | With tearful eyes I look around | | | | | | | |
d141 | Within these walls be peace | | | | | | | |
d142 | Would you be as angels are | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]