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5 | Zion stands, with hills surrounded | | | | | | | |
6 | Arise, arise, no more delay! | | | | | | | |
7 | Soul, though sinful be thy slumber | | | | | | | |
8 | In robes of light and righteousness arrayed | | | | | | | |
9 | O how can night's sweet slumber its rest impart | | | | | | | |
10 | O come to the fountain! from Calvary's bright | | | | | | | |
11 | In darkest night there shines a star | | | | | | | |
12 | Yes, my native land, I love thee | | | | | | | |
13a | Know you how many stars are shining | | | | | | | |
13b | The poor ever with thee, Forget not the poor | | | | | | | |
14 | Beautiful, beautiful all things are | | | | | | | |
15 | The night is gone, the day is here | | | | | | | |
16 | How pleasant to see in Sabbath school | | | | | | | |
17 | Up in the sky my cherub flies | | | | | | | |
18 | While clouds are so peacefully floating | | | | | | | |
19 | Time was,--time is,--time shall be | | | | | | | |
20 | Could we dwell in Eden's land | | | | | | | |
21 | Come to New Jerusalem | | | | | | | |
22 | See, where sleeps a weary traveler | | | | | | | |
23 | I go to Sabbath school, sir | | | | | | | |
24 | Oh come, ye youthful pilgrims | | | | | | | |
25 | Give thanks to the Lord! | | | | | | | |
26 | Happy he who loves the Lord | | | | | | | |
27 | Gone are ice and snow | | | | | | | |
28 | Abide with us, Jesus, we pray | | | | | | | |
29 | This is the year of Jubilee | | | | | | | |
30 | On Jordan's banks we joyful stand | | | | | | | |
31 | Christ is the way,--but not for thee | | | | | | | |
32 | Suffer little children to come unto me | | | | | | | |
33 | When should we cheerful melodies sing | | | | | | | |
34 | Come forth to the Olive mount | | | | | | | |
35 | All hail the power of Jesus' name | CORONATION | | | | | | |
36 | Come ye that love the Lord | | | | | | | |
37 | The morn of Zion's glory | | | | | | | |
38 | All that have breath to praise, praise ye the Lord! | | | | | | | |
39 | In the damp and gloomy cave | | | | | | | |
40 | Toll the bell! Sexton, toll the bell! | | | | | | | |
41 | Children of the heavenly King | | | | | | | |
42 | Who are these in fair array? | | | | | | | |
43 | Awake my soul, in joyful lays | | | | | | | |
44 | While shepherds watch'd their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
45 | The Lord of glory is my light | | | | | | | |
46 | Amazing grace! how sweet the sound! | | | | | | | |
47 | Young Fred one day in Winter | | | | | | | |
48 | Hark, the herald angels sing | | | | | | | |
49 | We wish you all a happy day | | | | | | | |
50 | A voice in the wilderness, crying aloud | | | | | | | |
51 | While, wandering through the churchyard green | | | | | | | |
52 | Palms of glory, raiment bright | | | | | | | |
53a | Now raise ye to God a glorious song! | | | | | | | |
53b | To thy temple, Lord, incline | | | | | | | |
54 | Sound, silver trumpets, but not for the war! | | | | | | | |
55 | One there is above all others | | | | | | | |
56 | Now the daylight fades away | | | | | | | |
57 | A pleasant home is mine, I'm sure | | | | | | | |
58 | I love, I love the Holy Book | | | | | | | |
59 | Peacefully, tranquilly, now he is slumbering | | | | | | | |
60 | What shall I give my Saviour | | | | | | | |
61 | I would ever, without ceasing | | | | | | | |
62 | O stars of radiant beauty | | | | | | | |
63 | How brightly shone that beauteous star | | | | | | | |
64 | The army of the Lord | | | | | | | |
65 | On the green fields treading | | | | | | | |
66 | Hark, how the wild bird sings! | | | | | | | |
68 | When we around the starry throne | | | | | | | |
69 | The lark pours forth a song of love | | | | | | | |
70 | Three strangers passed my door at eve | | | | | | | |
71 | Now I lay me down to sleep | | | | | | | |
72 | We're coming, dearest pastor | | | | | | | |
73 | Forgive my sins, I pray thee | | | | | | | |
74 | Angel, strong and glorious | | | | | | | |
75 | Arise now, my brethren, and slumber no more | | | | | | | |
76 | Weary, now, I sink to rest | | | | | | | |
77 | Come to the land that is far, far away | | | | | | | |
78 | In the fearful den of lions | | | | | | | |
80 | We rise, dear friends, with true delight | | | | | | | |
81 | The golden rule, the golden rule | | | | | | | |
82 | How doth the bee, the little busy bee | | | | | | | |
83 | Were I a little bird, Singing so merrily | | | | | | | |
84 | Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea | | | | | | | |
85 | The day is come; with cheerful heart | | | | | | | |
86 | Come gather, come gather, the harvest is here | | | | | | | |
87 | Little seed, now must you go | | | | | | | |
88 | The trees went forth to choose them a king | | | | | | | |
89 | O glorious city, cast and high! | | | | | | | |
90 | Life, fare thee well! | | | | | | | |
91 | Blessed Lord, we pray thee, hear us | | | | | | | |
92 | Thro' the wood of golden leaves | | | | | | | |
93 | Must Jesus bear the cross alone | | | | | | | |
94 | Little child, at heaven's gate | | | | | | | |
95 | We give to thee, our kind and gracious Lord | | | | | | | |
96 | When thy mother and father forsake thee | | | | | | | |
97 | God, dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
98 | When we have lived ten thousand years | | | | | | | |
99 | Keep me, Lord, this day | | | | | | | |
100 | I love to see the blushing rose | | | | | | | |
101 | Happiness, in fullest measure | | | | | | | |
102 | Come, ye that love the Lord | | | | | | | |
103a | Grace! 'tis a charming sound | | | | | | | |
103b | Awake and sing the Song | | | | | | | |