# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | Around the throne of God in heaven, thousands | | | | | | | |
d2 | Assembled at the closing hour | | | | | | | |
d3 | Blessed is the people that know | | | | | | | |
d4 | Brother, thou art gone to rest | | | | | | | |
d5 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
d6 | Can it be that I should | | | | | | | |
d7 | Cease, ye [you] mourners, cease to languish | | | | | | | |
d8 | Come join our Sabbath song | | | | | | | |
d9 | Come to the mercy seat, Come to the place | | | | | | | |
d10 | Come, ye [you] disconsolate, where'er ye [you] languish | | | | | | | |
d11 | From every stormy wind [sense] that blows | | | | | | | |
d12 | Gentle Jesus [Jesu], meek and mild, Look upon | | | | | | | |
d13 | Gently o'er the senses stealing | | | | | | | |
d14 | Glory be to God on high, God whose glory fills the sky | | | | | | | |
d15 | Go, when the morning shineth | | | | | | | |
d16 | Go, ye messengers of God | | | | | | | |
d17 | Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning | | | | | | | |
d18 | Happy soul, thy days are ended [ending] | | | | | | | |
d19 | Hark, the Sabbath bells are ringing Let us haste without delay | | | | | | | |
d20 | Hark, those bell tones sweetly pealing | | | | | | | |
d21 | Holy Bible, book divine, Precious treasure, thou art mine | | | | | | | |
d22 | How beauteous are their [his] feet | | | | | | | |
d23 | If, on a [the] quiet sea Toward [Towards] heaven | | | | | | | |
d24 | In life's gay morn let children learn | | | | | | | |
d25 | Jesus, Lord of life and glory, Bend from heaven | | | | | | | |
d26 | Jesus, tender shepherd, hear us | | | | | | | |
d27 | Let the song of praise and gladness | | | | | | | |
d28 | Let us with a joyful mind | | | | | | | |
d29 | Littlle travelers Zionward Each one entering | | | | | | | |
d30 | May I love thee and adore thee | | | | | | | |
d31 | Now is done the time of teaching | | | | | | | |
d32 | O, call my brother back to me | | | | | | | |
d33 | O how beautiful how beautiful | | | | | | | |
d34 | O Jesus, delight of my soul My Savior, my Shepherd divine | | | | | | | |
d35 | O thou who diest the mourner's tear | | | | | | | |
d36 | Our Father in heaven we hallow thy name | | | | | | | |
d37 | Praise the Lord, when blushing morning | | | | | | | |
d38 | Roll on, thou mighty ocean, And as thy billows | | | | | | | |
d39 | Sister, thou wast [wert] mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
d40 | Soft be the gently breathing notes | | | | | | | |
d41 | Spring has come, spring has come | | | | | | | |
d42 | Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright | | | | | | | |
d43 | Sweet Sabbath school, place dear to me | | | | | | | |
d44 | The Bible, the Bible, More precious than gold | | | | | | | |
d45 | The light of Sabbath eve is fading | | | | | | | |
d46 | The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know | | | | | | | |
d47 | The voice is hushed the gentle voice | | | | | | | |
d48 | There is a glorious world | | | | | | | |
d49 | There's not a tint that paints the rose | | | | | | | |
d50 | To thee, our God and Savior, our hearts | | | | | | | |
d51 | Wake little child, the morn is gay | | | | | | | |
d52 | We bring no glittering treasures, no gems | | | | | | | |
d53 | We now to Christ, the Savior King | | | | | | | |
d54 | We won't [we'll not] give up the Bible, God's holy book of truth | | | | | | | |
d55 | Welcome to our festival | | | | | | | |
d56 | Welcome, welcome, day of rest | | | | | | | |
d57 | What are these [those] soul reviving strains | | | | | | | |
d58 | When shall the voice of singing flow | | | | | | | |
d59 | When the hours of day are numbered | | | | | | | |
d60 | Where we oft have met in gladness | | | | | | | |
d61 | Why should we spend our youthful days | | | | | | | |