| # | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
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| d1 | A little childish voice is stilled | | | | | | | |
| d2 | Blest be the tie that binds our hearts in Christian love | | | | | | | |
| d3 | Bring back to me my wandering boy | | | | | | | |
| d4 | Can a boy forget his mother's prayer | | | | | | | |
| d5 | Down at the cross where my [the] Savior died | | | | | | | |
| d6 | Father, I come to thee, in my humility | | | | | | | |
| d7 | Give us this day, dear Lord, our daily bread | | | | | | | |
| d8 | God be with you till we meet again | | | | | | | |
| d9 | Ho reapers of life's harvest why stand with rested blade | | | | | | | |
| d10 | How gentle God's commands | | | | | | | |
| d11 | I sang one day a sad sweet song | | | | | | | |
| d12 | In that glorious morning bright | | | | | | | |
| d13 | Jesus is passing, the blind man was told | | | | | | | |
| d14 | Jesus of Nazareth, King of the Jews | | | | | | | |
| d15 | Jesus, Savior, pilot me | | | | | | | |
| d16 | Let me go where Jesus calls me | | | | | | | |
| d17 | Life is like a mountain railroad | | | | | | | |
| d18 | List to the voice though still and small | | | | | | | |
| d19 | No room for the Savior O how can it be | | | | | | | |
| d20 | O the brightness and the glory of love | | | | | | | |
| d21 | Out in the cold world and far away | | | | | | | |
| d22 | Out in the darkness I wandered alone | | | | | | | |
| d23 | Safe are the sheep in fold | | | | | | | |
| d24 | Sing the Christian's marching song | | | | | | | |
| d25 | Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness | | | | | | | |
| d26 | Sowing the tares, when it might have been wheat | | | | | | | |
| d27 | Sweet are the promises, Kind is the word | | | | | | | |
| d28 | Tell the story, tender, sweet | | | | | | | |
| d29 | The Lord is my Father, and I am His child | | | | | | | |
| d30 | There's a land that is fairer [brighter] than day | | | | | | | |
| d31 | There's no light in the window for me | | | | | | | |
| d32 | Though dark the night and clouds look black | | | | | | | |
| d33 | Through the infant days I watched him | | | | | | | |
| d34 | To the fount of cleansing have you been | | | | | | | |
| d35 | We are never, never weary of the grand old song | | | | | | | |
| d36 | We are singing on the way, To a blessed land | | | | | | | |
| d37 | We praise thee, O God, for the Son of thy love | | | | | | | |
| d38 | We shall walk with him in white | | | | | | | |
| d39 | We'll sing of the statutes divine | | | | | | | |
| d40 | What a fellowship, what a joy divine | | | | | | | |
| d41 | When I shall awake in that fair morn of morns | | | | | | | |
| d42 | When I think how they crucified my Lord | | | | | | | |
| d43 | When Moses led his people | | | | | | | |
| d44 | When the trumpet of the Lord shall sound and time | | | | | | | |
| d45 | Will you come to the feast that is spread | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]
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