# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
146 | There's not a faith that's taught by man | [There's not a faith that's taught by man] | | | | | | |
147 | Before all lands, in east or west | | | | | | | |
148 | When shall the voice of singing | [When shall the voice of singing] | | | | | | |
149 | Hail! to the Lord's anointed! | | | | | | | |
150 | How sweetly the birds in the summer time sing | [How sweetly the birds in the summer time sing] | | | | | | |
151 | Awake, awake, my voice! | | | | | | | |
152a | God of glory! God of love! | | | | | | | |
152b | All things beautiful and fair | | | | | | | |
153a | My Father! cheering name! | | | | | | | |
153b | Mighty God, while angels bless thee | | | | | | | |
154a | God is my strong salvation | | | | | | | |
154b | Fair are the flowers that deck the ground | | | | | | | |
154c | We hear the mighty thunder | | | | | | | |
155 | By mountain stream, and where the brook | | | | | | | |
156a | Flowers from the garden bring | | | | | | | |
156b | With the dew upon her wing | | | | | | | |
157a | Rising from the ocean's bed | | | | | | | |
157b | With milder glow, the moon displays | | | | | | | |
157c | Stars, that on your wondrous way | | | | | | | |
158a | From the deep and flowing river | | | | | | | |
158b | O, how brightly, how brightly, the sun moves along | | | | | | | |
159 | Through every path where nature leads | | | | | | | |
160a | The festal morn, my God, is come | | | | | | | |
160b | Father in heaven, thy ceaseless love | | | | | | | |
161a | Come, let our voices join | | | | | | | |
161b | Hark to the church-bells ringing | | | | | | | |
162a | We come in childhood's innocence | | | | | | | |
162b | Praise to God; oh! let us raise | | | | | | | |
163a | How large the promise, how divine | | | | | | | |
163b | Within the temple holy | | | | | | | |
164a | Within the temple's spacious court | | | | | | | |
164b | Hark the glad sound! the Saviour comes! | | | | | | | |
165a | Brightest and best of the sons of the morning! | | | | | | | |
165b | Hark! what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
165c | Mortals! with angels join | | | | | | | |
166a | On eyes that never saw the day | | | | | | | |
166b | How happy those dear children were | | | | | | | |
167a | Hosanna! let us join to sing | | | | | | | |
167b | Jesus ascends on high | | | | | | | |
168a | O, could we speak the matchless worth | | | | | | | |
168b | Behold, where in a mortal form | | | | | | | |
169a | Jesus was holy, wise, and good | | | | | | | |
169b | Lord, lead the way the Saviour went | | | | | | | |
170a | Lord Jesus, come; for here | | | | | | | |
170b | Bright was the guiding star that led | | | | | | | |
171a | Blessings abound where Christ doth reign | | | | | | | |
171b | Ye who see the Father's grace | | | | | | | |
171c | Now be the gospel banner | | | | | | | |
172 | O'er the gloomy hills of darkness | | | | | | | |
173a | Jesus, when a little child | | | | | | | |
173b | O how dearly, how dearly, the Bible I love! | | | | | | | |
174a | O, my Father, what a treasure | | | | | | | |
174b | Thy gracious aid, great God, impart | | | | | | | |
174c | Upon the gospel's sacred page | | | | | | | |
175a | When Israel through the desert passed | | | | | | | |
175b | Spirit of peace, celestial Dove! | | | | | | | |
175c | O when the bell is ringing | | | | | | | |
176a | Assembled in our school once more | | | | | | | |
176b | We've gathered from the fields of life | | | | | | | |
177a | Music's the language of cherubs in glory | | | | | | | |
177b | I love to join the joyful play | | | | | | | |
178a | When in the Sabbath School we pray | | | | | | | |
178b | Children all! Arise at call! | | | | | | | |
179a | Children, hear the melting story | | | | | | | |
179b | Jesus, we hear thy gentle voice | | | | | | | |
180a | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
180b | All fruit is in the blossom | | | | | | | |
181a | What if the little rain drop should say | | | | | | | |
181b | A little word in kindness spoken | | | | | | | |
182a | Rise, O my soul, pursue the path | | | | | | | |
182b | Sweet is the dawn of day | | | | | | | |
182c | When little Samuel woke | | | | | | | |
183a | When we tread the dreary desert | | | | | | | |
183b | Uphold me, Father, I am weak | | | | | | | |
184a | Whene'er our feet are prone | | | | | | | |
184b | Great Source of life and light | | | | | | | |
185a | Prayer is the soul's sincere desire | | | | | | | |
185b | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
186a | Though on dreary wilds alone | | | | | | | |
186b | "Blest are the meek," he said | | | | | | | |
187a | I want a principle within | | | | | | | |
187b | How hallowed is the bliss | | | | | | | |
188a | Father divine! joys ever new | | | | | | | |
188b | Let living light, from thy blessed word | | | | | | | |
189a | O God! we lift our hearts to thee | | | | | | | |
189b | Thou friend of childhood, dearest Lord | | | | | | | |
190a | Gracious Father, by thy favor | | | | | | | |
190b | The song that thrills Shall, o'er the hills | | | | | | | |
191 | 'Tis sweet, on this bright summer day | | | | | | | |
192a | With joy once more we hail thee | | | | | | | |
192b | A table in the wilderness | | | | | | | |
193a | Now our festive joys are ending | | | | | | | |
193b | O Thou! at whose dread name we bend | | | | | | | |
194 | Ring out the song of praise! | | | | | | | |
195a | We come, with joy and gladness | | | | | | | |
195b | "A glorious day is dawning" | | | | | | | |
196a | Let others boast how strong they be | | | | | | | |
196b | We come our Sabbath hymn to raise | | | | | | | |
197a | One sweet flower has drooped and faded | | | | | | | |
197b | Not of this world the hand that takes | | | | | | | |