The American Baptist Sabbath-School Hymn-Book

Editor: Joseph A. Warne
Publisher: David Clark, Philadelphia, 1842
Denomination: Baptist hymnals (general)
Language: English
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201Behold a Stranger at the door!Page Scan
202Come, children, hail the Prince of Peace!Page Scan
203Come children, learn to fear the LordPage Scan
204Grace is a plant, where'er it growsPage Scan
205Hasten, O sinner, to be wisePage Scan
206If you will turn away from sinPage Scan
207My heart has been too long ensnaredPage Scan
208Sinners, hear, for God hath spokenPage Scan
209O what amazing words of gracePage Scan
210See Israel’s gentle Shepherd standPage Scan
211The Saviour calls--let every earPage Scan
212In the soft season of thy youthPage Scan
213Soon as I heard my Father sayPage Scan
214Ye hearts with youthful vigor warmPage Scan
215Ye lovely tribes, in youthful bloomPage Scan
216Ye lovely tribes of smiling youthPage Scan
217O Jesus! delight of my soulPage Scan
218Though God preserves me ev'ry hourPage Scan
219Almighty God, while earth and heav'nPage Scan
220By cool Siloam's shady rillPage Scan
221By Jesus' pure example taughtPage Scan
222How happy is the child who hearsPage Scan
223May I resolve with all my heartPage Scan
224Happy the child, whose tender yearsPage Scan
225In the bright morn of life, when youthPage Scan
226Now let a true ambition risePage Scan
227Enquire, ye children, for the wayPage Scan
228Why should we spend our youthful daysPage Scan
229Lord! I would come to theePage Scan
230Young children once to Jesus camePage Scan
231What blest examples do we findPage Scan
232Hear ye not a voice from heavenPage Scan
233We are but young--yet we may singPage Scan
234King Solomon of oldPage Scan
235O 'tis a folly and a crimePage Scan
236While life prolongs its precious lightPage Scan
237Why should I say, 'Tis yet too soonPage Scan
238Why should I love my sport so wellPage Scan
239Say, sinner, hath a voice withinPage Scan
240Gently glides the stream of lifePage Scan
241How long sometimes a day appears!Page Scan
242My life's a narrow spanPage Scan
243Oh, how fleeting, how deceivingPage Scan
244See the lovely, blooming flowerPage Scan
245To-day is added to our timePage Scan
246The grass and flow'rs which clothe the fieldPage Scan
247Time is winging us awayPage Scan
248Tomorrow, Lord, is thinePage Scan
249"The time is short!" the season nearPage Scan
250A minute, how soon it has flown!Page Scan
251The pure and peaceful mindPage Scan
252Quickly my days have passed awayPage Scan
253Eternity is just at handPage Scan
254That awful hour will soon appearPage Scan
255The short-lived day declines in hastePage Scan
256And am I only born to die?Page Scan
257Come, O my soul, look up and seePage Scan
258Lord, I confess thy sentence justPage Scan
259Mourn not ye whose child hath foundPage Scan
260My heavenly Father! I confessPage Scan
261Sure 'tis a serious thing to diePage Scan
262There is a grassy bedPage Scan
263Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep!Page Scan
264A mourning class, a vacant seatPage Scan
265When sickness, pain, and deathPage Scan
266Death has been here, and borne awayPage Scan
267What souls are these that venture nearPage Scan
268Thy life I read, my dearest LordPage Scan
269Alas! how chang'd that lovely flowerPage Scan
270When blooming youth is snatched awayPage Scan
271As, crushed by sudden storms, the rosePage Scan
272The bosom where I oft have lainPage Scan
273And will the Judge descend?Page Scan
274That day of wrath, that dreadful dayPage Scan
275Heaven has confirm'd the great decreePage Scan
276How dreadful, Lord, will be the dayPage Scan
277When rising from the bed of deathPage Scan
278A dread and solemn hourPage Scan
279There is a dreadful hellPage Scan
280Who can abide God's wrath, or standPage Scan
281Come, let us now forget our mirthPage Scan
282Our hearts will ne'er reposePage Scan
283There is, beyond the skyPage Scan
284There is a land abovePage Scan
285Heaven is a place of rest from sinPage Scan
286Arise, my soul, with rapture risePage Scan
287Once more my eyes behold the dayPage Scan
288Once more, my soul, the rising dayPage Scan
289Lord of my life! O may thy praisePage Scan
290In sleep's serene oblivion laidPage Scan
291See how the rising sunPage Scan
292To thee let my first off'rings risePage Scan
293Awake, my soul! and with the sunPage Scan
294We lift our hearts to theePage Scan
295Now the shades of night are gonePage Scan
296Thou that dost my life prolongPage Scan
297The veil of night is now withdrawnPage Scan
298Awake, my soul, to meet the dayPage Scan
299Through all the dangers of the nightPage Scan
300The morning breaks; my voice I raisePage Scan

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