The Altar, a Service Book for Sunday Schools (New and Enl. Ed.)

Editor: Rev. J. G. Bartholomew
Publisher: Unversalist Publishing House, Boston, 1865
Denomination: Universalist Church of America
Language: English
Notes: Numbering is by page number.
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12O praise ye the Lord, Prepare your glad voicePage Scan
16O God, our heavenly Father, with grateful heartsPage Scan
20God is in His holy templePage Scan
24Another Sabbath day we seePage Scan
28See Isr'l's gentle Shepherd stand [stands]Page Scan
32O Lord, thy perfect word Directs our steps arightPage Scan
36Earth, sea, and sky, three minstrelsPage Scan
40It was our heavenly Father's lovePage Scan
44O God, my Father, and my KingPage Scan
48Can I so ungrateful bePage Scan
52Why should we spend our youthful daysPage Scan
56There's not a tint that paints the rosePage Scan
60Lovingly, tenderly, bow before thy father'sPage Scan
64O happy soul that [who] lives on high, While men lie grovellingPage Scan
68How sweetly flowed the gospel's soundPage Scan
72We oft repeat our prayers, but do we ever prayPage Scan
76O, for a faith that will not shrinkPage Scan
80Children of the heavenly king as we journeyPage Scan
84Happy days are gliding o'er usPage Scan
89Think gently of the erring onePage Scan
93O happy day that fixed [seals] [stays] my choicePage Scan
97Our heaven is everywherePage Scan
100Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to theePage Scan
105Walk in the light, so shalt thou [and you shall] knowPage Scan
109Thy presence, gracious God, affordPage Scan
113There's a home for the poor on that beautiful shorePage Scan
118We've met to praise thee, Lord, with songsPage Scan
123Hark, the angels singing, Wake the happy mornPage Scan
127The year has flown and again in festive joyPage Scan
131Christ the [our] Lord is [has] risen today, [Alleluia] [Sons of men]Page Scan
135My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of libertyPage Scan
140We joyfully gather, our Father and FriendPage Scan
144Come, children, and join in our festival songPage Scan
149Clay to clay, and dust to dustPage Scan
150Thou art gone to the grave but we will not deplore theePage Scan
155All are not here, on either handPage Scan
164Jesus loves me, this I know, For the BiblePage Scan
166I would not live alway [always], I ask not to stayPage Scan
167Let us be happy, and let us be gayPage Scan
168The children are gathering from near and from farPage Scan
170There's a light in the window for thee, brotherPage Scan
172Shed not a tear, o'er your friend's early bierPage Scan
174Call the children early, motherPage Scan
176Sabbath bells are ringing, ringingPage Scan
177The Sunday school that blessed placePage Scan
178Our Father who art in heavenPage Scan
180Sinful though I am, and weak, God my FatherPage Scan
181Where do children love to goPage Scan
182Saviour, at thy footstool bendingPage Scan
184I have a Father in the promised landPage Scan
186Around the throne of God in heavenPage Scan
187From Him, who is thy guard, thy shieldPage Scan
188When torn is the bosom with sorrow and carePage Scan
190Go, when the morning shinethPage Scan
191Can anyone begin too soonPage Scan
192Jesus, lover of my soulPage Scan
194By cool Siloam's shady rillPage Scan
195There is a happy landPage Scan
196The Sabbath school's a place of prayerPage Scan
198We love to sing togetherPage Scan
200To thy pastures, fair and largePage Scan
201Sister, thou wast mild and lovelyPage Scan
202Gracious God, our Heavenly FatherPage Scan
203How blest the happy evening's closePage Scan
204The pity of the LordPage Scan
205Come to God's altarPage Scan
206In the Christian's home in gloryPage Scan
208Come, join our celebrationPage Scan
210How sweet to be allowed to prayPage Scan
211To Sunday SchoolPage Scan
212Meek and lowly, pure and holyPage Scan
213From all that dwell below the skiesPage Scan
214The Lord is my shepherd; IPage Scan
215Thy will bePage Scan
216I will lift mine eyes unto the hills, from whencePage Scan
[This hymnal has not been proofed - data may be incomplete or incorrect]
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