# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
a34 | Tell us of the joys of heaven | | | | | | | |
a35 | Hear the royal proclamation, the glad tidings | | | | | | | |
a36 | Who came from heaven to ransom me | | | | | | | |
a37 | I lay my sins on Jesus | | | | | | | |
a38 | How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
a39 | Jesus spreads his banner o'er us | | | | | | | |
a40 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
a41 | The bird that soars on highest wing | | | | | | | |
a42 | Book of grace, and book of glory | | | | | | | |
a43 | Wake, faith, and hope, and love | | | | | | | |
a44 | Whene'er we meet, you [we] always say | | | | | | | |
a45 | What is the thing of greatest [highest] price | | | | | | | |
a46 | Depth of mercy, can there be, Mercy still reserved for me? | | | | | | | |
a47 | People of the living God! I have sought the world | | | | | | | |
a48 | I was a wandering sheep | | | | | | | |
a49 | Thy mercy, my God, is the theme of my song | | | | | | | |
a50 | Come, ye converts, come and welcome | | | | | | | |
a51 | Farewell, dear friends, I may not stay | | | | | | | |
a52 | The day has come, the joyful day, At last the day has come | | | | | | | |
a53 | Come all who would to glory go | | | | | | | |
a54 | O come, children, come, to the Savior today | | | | | | | |
a55 | Hark! a voice! a heavenly voice! | | | | | | | |
a56 | Come, little soldiers, join in our band | | | | | | | |
a57 | Take thy staff, O pilgrim, haste thee on thy way | | | | | | | |
a58 | The voice of free grace cries escape | | | | | | | |
a59 | O turn ye [you], O turn ye [you], for why will ye [you] die | | | | | | | |
a60 | To-day, if you will hear his voice | | | | | | | |
a61 | Hark, my soul, it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
a62 | Jesus, this midday hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
a63 | From busy toil and heavy care | | | | | | | |
a64 | Ho reapers of life's harvest why stand with rested blade | | | | | | | |
a65 | Little givers, come and bring | | | | | | | |
a66 | I may, if I but have a mind | | | | | | | |
a67 | Little raindrops feed the rill | | | | | | | |
a68 | Hide not thy talent in the earth | | | | | | | |
a69 | A grain of corn an infant's hand | | | | | | | |
a70 | Lord, can a simple child like me | | | | | | | |
a71 | The day of small things | | | | | | | |
a72 | Little builders, build away | | | | | | | |
a73 | The master Builder calleth his workmen | | | | | | | |
a74 | Children hark the Saviors speaking | | | | | | | |
a75 | Fading, still fading, the last [vesper] beam is shining | | | | | | | |
a76 | Softly fades the twilight ray | | | | | | | |
a77 | Searcher of hearts, from mine erase | | | | | | | |
a78 | This book is all that's left me now | | | | | | | |
a79 | Lord, I believe; Thy power I own | | | | | | | |
a80 | Like mist on the mountain | | | | | | | |
a81 | Ye valiant soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
a82 | Jesus, dear name, how sweet it [the] sound(s) | | | | | | | |
a83 | O [When] thou my righteous Judge shall [shalt] come | | | | | | | |
a84 | Eternity is just at hand | | | | | | | |
a85 | What a meeting, what a meeting that will be | | | | | | | |
a86 | Come to Jesus, come to Jesus, Come to Jesus just now | | | | | | | |
a87 | Blest are the humble souls that [who] see | | | | | | | |
a88 | Children of Zion, what harp notes are stealing | | | | | | | |
a89 | Farewell, my dear brethren, the time is at hand | | | | | | | |
a90 | The Lord into his garden comes | | | | | | | |
a91 | O what ship is this comes sailing by | | | | | | | |
a92 | O there is a river whose fresh waters flow | | | | | | | |
a93 | Come, my brethren, let us try | | | | | | | |
a94 | How precious is the name, brethren sing | | | | | | | |
a95 | Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger | | | | | | | |
a96 | How happy is the man who has [hath] chosen wisdom's ways | | | | | | | |
a97 | When faint and weary with the strife | | | | | | | |
a98 | Kind words can never die, Heaven gave them birth | | | | | | | |
a99 | O we are happy now, dear mother | | | | | | | |
a100 | O won't you love my Jesus | | | | | | | |
a101 | What ever lost by giving | | | | | | | |
a102 | Who is thy neighbor, he whom thou | | | | | | | |
a103 | When the cry of the fatherless child is heard | | | | | | | |
a104 | Zion [Sion], the marvelous story be telling | | | | | | | |
a105 | Daughter of Zion, awake from thy sadness | | | | | | | |
a106 | Let us all, both old and young | | | | | | | |
a107 | What means this youthful gathering | | | | | | | |
a108 | The Sunday school army has gathered once more | | | | | | | |
a109 | We meet again in gladness | | | | | | | |
a110 | Days and weeks, and months, returning | | | | | | | |
a111 | Gladly, brothers, gladly Wake the joyous strain | | | | | | | |
a112 | We love to sing together | | | | | | | |
a113 | Hark, the bells of holy Sabbath | | | | | | | |
a114 | Teachers, tell us why you toil | | | | | | | |
a115 | All honor to our Sunday School | | | | | | | |
a116 | She loved her Savior | | | | | | | |
a117 | Every day hath toil and trouble, Every heart | | | | | | | |
a118 | Lord, what offering [offerings] shall we bring | | | | | | | |
a119 | Lord, may our sympathizing breasts | | | | | | | |
a120 | Lord, lead the way the [my] [our] Savior went | | | | | | | |
a121 | Go, labor on, spend and be spent | | | | | | | |
a122 | Go, labor on your [thy] hands are weak | | | | | | | |
a123 | Think gently of the erring one | | | | | | | |
a124 | Speak gently, it is better far | | | | | | | |
a125 | Chide mildly the erring | | | | | | | |
a126 | What were life without some one to cheer us | | | | | | | |
a127 | Breast the wave Christian | | | | | | | |
a128 | Father, I know that all my life Is portioned out for me | | | | | | | |
a129 | Soon, soon and forever our union shall be | | | | | | | |
a130 | We did not see thee lifted high | | | | | | | |
a131 | We're bound for the land of the pure and the holy | | | | | | | |
a132 | We're going home, we've had visions bright | | | | | | | |
a133 | A little longer here below | | | | | | | |