# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | Just as I am, without one plea, But [Save] that thy blood | | | | | | | |
d102 | Kind words can never die, Cherished and blest | | | | | | | |
d103 | Let us all, both old and young | | | | | | | |
d104 | Let us with a joyful mind | | | | | | | |
d105 | Like mist on the mountain | | | | | | | |
d106 | Little children, love the Savior | | | | | | | |
d107 | Little drops of water, little grains of sand | | | | | | | |
d108 | Littlle travelers Zionward Each one entering | | | | | | | |
d109 | Live on the field of battle | | | | | | | |
d110 | Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
d111 | Lord, teach a little child to pray | | | | | | | |
d112 | Meek and lowly, pure and holy | | | | | | | |
d113 | Morn amid the mountains | | | | | | | |
d114 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
d115 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
d116 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
d117 | Never forget the Sabbath school | | | | | | | |
d118 | Not Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
d119 | Now be the gospel banner | | | | | | | |
d120 | O come, children, come, to the Savior today | | | | | | | |
d121 | O do not be discouraged, For Jesus is your friend | | | | | | | |
d122 | O how pleasant 'tis to meet | | | | | | | |
d123 | O I'll be a good child as ever I can be | | | | | | | |
d124 | O send forth the Bible | | | | | | | |
d125 | O the Sabbath morning, beautiful and bright | | | | | | | |
d126 | O turn not the sailor away from your door | | | | | | | |
d127 | O we are happy now, dear mother | | | | | | | |
d128 | O we love to come to our Sabbath home | | | | | | | |
d129 | O what will the sabbath school do for us | | | | | | | |
d130 | O when shall I [we] see Jesus and dwell [reign] with Him above | | | | | | | |
d131 | O [When] thou my righteous Judge shall [shalt] come | | | | | | | |
d132 | O where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
d133 | O'er the [those] gloomy hills of darkness | | | | | | | |
d134 | On a hill stands a beautiful tree | | | | | | | |
d135 | On this New Year evening | | | | | | | |
d136 | Once more with hallowed feeling | | | | | | | |
d137 | Once was heard the songs of children | | | | | | | |
d138 | Only a few short months ago | | | | | | | |
d139 | Out on an ocean all boundless we ride | | | | | | | |
d140 | Palms of glory, raiment bright | | | | | | | |
d141 | Preserved by thine almighty power | | | | | | | |
d142 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d143 | Rouse thee, child of heaven | | | | | | | |
d144 | Sabbath schools must have their concerts | | | | | | | |
d145 | Safely through another week | | | | | | | |
d146 | Save all my children, Lord | | | | | | | |
d147 | Savior, may a little child through Thy grace be reconciled | | | | | | | |
d148 | Say brother, will you join us | | | | | | | |
d149 | Say, sinner, hath a voice within | | | | | | | |
d150 | See an angel, flying, flying | | | | | | | |
d151 | See the kind [good] Shepherd, Jesus, stands | | | | | | | |
d152 | See the shining dewdrops | | | | | | | |
d153 | Shall we meet beyond the river, where the surges | | | | | | | |
d154 | Shepherds keeping watch by night | | | | | | | |
d155 | Sing to the Lord the children's hymn | | | | | | | |
d156 | Softly fades the twilight ray | | | | | | | |
d157 | Soon will set the Sabbath sun | | | | | | | |
d158 | Speak gently, it is better far | | | | | | | |
d159 | Stand up for Jesus, All who lead his host | | | | | | | |
d160 | Sweet is the time of spring | | | | | | | |
d161 | The dearest spot on earth to me is home | | | | | | | |
d162 | The flowery field O youth she trod | | | | | | | |
d163 | The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know | | | | | | | |
d164 | The promised morning o'er us breaks | | | | | | | |
d165 | The Sabbath bell so gayly breaks | | | | | | | |
d166 | The Sabbath school's a place for prayer | | | | | | | |
d167 | The sailor's home is on the wave | | | | | | | |
d168 | The Sunday school how dear to me | | | | | | | |
d169 | The Sunday school that blessed place | | | | | | | |
d170 | The year has flown and we again | | | | | | | |
d171 | There is a dear and hallowed spot | | | | | | | |
d172 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d173 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | | | |
d174 | There's a light in the window for thee, dear brother | | | | | | | |
d175 | There's a song the angels sing | | | | | | | |
d176 | There's not a tint that paints the rose | | | | | | | |
d177 | They gathered round the cross | | | | | | | |
d178 | This book is all that's left me now | | | | | | | |
d179 | Though they may lay beneath the ground | | | | | | | |
d180 | 'Tis religion that can give in the light | | | | | | | |
d181 | To thee, my God and Savior | | | | | | | |
d182 | Today if ye [you] will hear his voice | | | | | | | |
d183 | Together let us sweetly live | | | | | | | |
d184 | Very little things are we | | | | | | | |
d185 | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
d186 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d187 | We all love one another | | | | | | | |
d188 | We are on our journey home, Where Christ our Lord | | | | | | | |
d189 | We go the way that leads to God | | | | | | | |
d190 | We love to go to Sabbath school | | | | | | | |
d191 | We love to sing together | | | | | | | |
d192 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
d193 | We won't [we'll not] give up the Bible, God's holy book of truth | | | | | | | |
d194 | We're bound for the land of the pure and the holy | | | | | | | |
d195 | We're going home, we've had visions bright | | | | | | | |
d196 | We're marching to the promised land | | | | | | | |
d197 | We're traveling home to heaven above | | | | | | | |
d198 | What though we slumber with the dead | | | | | | | |
d199 | What to me are earth's pleasures | | | | | | | |
d200 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |