# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
a100 | I lay my sins on Jesus | | | | | | | |
a101 | How loving is Jesus, who came from the sky | | | | | | | |
a102 | Thou blest Redeemer, dying Lamb | | | | | | | |
a103 | Jesus, tender Saviour | | | | | | | |
a104 | Jesus, when a little child | | | | | | | |
a105 | To thy pastures green and fair | | | | | | | |
a106 | Jesus says that we must love him | | | | | | | |
a107 | Thou guardian of our youthful days | | | | | | | |
a108 | In the far better land of glory and light | | | | | | | |
a109 | Saviour, like a shepherd lead us | | | | | | | |
a110 | Happy, Saviour, would I be | | | | | | | |
a111 | Saviour, at thy footstool bending | | | | | | | |
a112 | Saviour, source of every blessing | | | | | | | |
a113 | I know that my Redeemer lives | | | | | | | |
a114 | Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove | | | | | | | |
a115 | O thou that hearest prayer! | | | | | | | |
a116 | Come, Holy Spirit, come | | | | | | | |
a117 | My Father, when I come to thee | | | | | | | |
a118 | Gracious Spirit, Love divine! | | | | | | | |
a119 | The Spirit in our hearts | | | | | | | |
a120 | Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay | | | | | | | |
a121 | Take my heart, O Father! take it | | | | | | | |
a122 | Holy Bible! book divine! | | | | | | | |
a123 | The Bible! the Bible! more precious than gold | | | | | | | |
a124 | My Bible! 'tis a book divine | | | | | | | |
a125 | Book of grace, and book of glory! | | | | | | | |
a126 | Holy Bible, well I love thee | | | | | | | |
a127 | What is it shows my soul the way | | | | | | | |
a128 | Thank God for the Bible! 'tis there that we find | | | | | | | |
a129 | Oh, send forth the Bible, more precious than gold! | | | | | | | |
a130 | We'll not give up the Bible | | | | | | | |
a131 | Jesus, my Saviour and my Lord | | | | | | | |
a132 | Skeptic, spare that book | | | | | | | |
a133 | How shall the young secure their hearts | | | | | | | |
a134 | The heavens declare thy glory, Lord | | | | | | | |
a135 | Welcome, delightful morn! | | | | | | | |
a136 | Safely through another week | | | | | | | |
a137 | Another six days' work is done | | | | | | | |
a138 | I love to have the Sabbath come | | | | | | | |
a139 | This is the day the Lord hath made | | | | | | | |
a140 | Welcome, welcome, day of rest | | | | | | | |
a141 | Oh, welcome the day | | | | | | | |
a142 | How sweet is the Sabbath to me | | | | | | | |
a143 | How sweet is the Sabbath, the morning of rest | | | | | | | |
a144 | Pleasant is the Sabbath bell | | | | | | | |
a145 | Jesus, we love to meet | | | | | | | |
a146 | Oh, we love to come to our Sabbath home | | | | | | | |
a147 | The Sunday-school, that blessed place! | | | | | | | |
a148 | The Sabbath-school's a place of prayer | | | | | | | |
a149 | The Sunday-school, how dear to me! | | | | | | | |
a150 | We love the Sabbath-school, the place | | | | | | | |
a151 | To the sports of the thoughtless, or pleasures of sin | | | | | | | |
a152 | We love to sing together | | | | | | | |
a153 | I love the Sabbath-school | | | | | | | |
a154 | Soon as I heard my Father say | | | | | | | |
a155 | Oh, what amazing words of grace | | | | | | | |
a156 | Return, O wanderer, return | | | | | | | |
a157 | Behold a Stranger at the door! | | | | | | | |
a158 | Come, sinner, to the gospel-feast | | | | | | | |
a159 | Hear ye not a voice from heaven | | | | | | | |
a160 | Come to Calvary's holy mountain | | | | | | | |
a161 | Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor | | | | | | | |
a162 | Hark! the voice of love and mercy | | | | | | | |
a163 | Hear, O sinner! mercy hails you | | | | | | | |
a164 | Sinners, turn, why will ye die? | | | | | | | |
a165 | Come! said Jesus' sacred voice | | | | | | | |
a166 | Come, ye sinners, heavy laden | | | | | | | |
a167 | Sinners, will you scorn the message | | | | | | | |
a168 | Come, ye sinners, poor and needy | | | | | | | |
a169 | Just as thou art,--without one trace | | | | | | | |
a170 | O thou who wouldst not have | | | | | | | |
a171 | Brother, hast thou wander'd far | | | | | | | |
a172 | Come to Jesus, little one | | | | | | | |
a173 | I must obey my mother | | | | | | | |
a174 | Hasten, sinner, to be wise | | | | | | | |
a175 | Say, sinner, hath a voice within | | | | | | | |
a176 | To-day the Saviour calls | | | | | | | |
a177 | Delay not, delay not, O sinner, draw near | | | | | | | |
a178 | Now is the accepted time | | | | | | | |
a179 | O say not, I will yet delay | | | | | | | |
a180 | Plunged in a gulf of dark despair | | | | | | | |
a181 | Hark, my soul! it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
a182 | Little children, Jesus calls you | | | | | | | |
a183 | Children, you have gone astray | | | | | | | |
a184 | Go thou in life's fair morning | | | | | | | |
a185 | I was once a thoughtless wanderer | | | | | | | |
a186 | Oh, come in life's gay morning | | | | | | | |
a187 | Come, children, come! | | | | | | | |
a188 | Oh, come, children, come, to the Saviour to-day | | | | | | | |
a189 | Hark! a voice! a heavenly voice | | | | | | | |
a190 | We're travelling home to heaven above | | | | | | | |
a191 | Rouse ye at the Saviour's call! | | | | | | | |
a192 | Child of sin and sorrow, fill'd with dismay | | | | | | | |
a193 | To the wandering and the weary | | | | | | | |
a194 | Ye hearts with youthful vigor warm | | | | | | | |
a195 | When the harvest is past and the summer is gone | | | | | | | |
a196 | By faith I view my Saviour dying | | | | | | | |
a197 | Alas! and did my Saviour bleed! | | | | | | | |
a198 | If Jesus Christ was sent | | | | | | | |
a199 | Did Christ o'er sinner's weep | | | | | | | |