| # | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
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| 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 | | | | | | | |
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