| # | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
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| d1 | Amid the joyous scenes of earth | | | | | | | |
| d2 | Bells have rung, tis time to go | | | | | | | |
| d3 | Can I, a little child | | | | | | | |
| d4 | Come, children, and join in our festival song | | | | | | | |
| d5 | Come hail our celebration | | | | | | | |
| d6 | Come, join our temperance ship tonight | | | | | | | |
| d7 | Come, let us sweetly sing, join in full chorus, | | | | | | | |
| d8 | Come let's have a happy birthday | | | | | | | |
| d9 | Come, let's make our voices ring | | | | | | | |
| d10 | Come unto me [him], when shadows darkly gather | | | | | | | |
| d11 | Come welcome the New Year with anthems of joy | | | | | | | |
| d12 | Ere we part again, let us all unite | | | | | | | |
| d13 | Father! from thy throne above | | | | | | | |
| d14 | Gayly, gayly flies the bee | | | | | | | |
| d15 | Hark, the morning bells are ringing Children, haste without delay | | | | | | | |
| d16 | Hark, 'tis the voice of my Savior I hear | | | | | | | |
| d17 | Here o'er the earth as a stranger I roam | | | | | | | |
| d18 | How dark were life, with naught to cheer | | | | | | | |
| d19 | How sweet is the day, When leaving our play | | | | | | | |
| d20 | I know 'tis Jesus loves my soul | | | | | | | |
| d21 | I love the Sabbath school | | | | | | | |
| d22 | I'm but a traveler here | | | | | | | |
| d23 | In life's joyous morning | | | | | | | |
| d24 | In the far better land of glory and light | | | | | | | |
| d25 | I've roamed over mountain | | | | | | | |
| d26 | Jesus impart thy power | | | | | | | |
| d27 | Jesus, we thy lambs would be | | | | | | | |
| d28 | Joyful be our hearts and voices | | | | | | | |
| d29 | Kind words can never die, Cherished and blest | | | | | | | |
| d30 | Let the still air rejoice | | | | | | | |
| d31 | Let us all, both old and young | | | | | | | |
| d32 | Littlle travelers Zionward Each one entering | | | | | | | |
| d33 | Live for something be not idle | | | | | | | |
| d34 | Lord we come with joyful singing | | | | | | | |
| d35 | Lovely is the dawn | | | | | | | |
| d36 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
| d37 | Now night is gone, and golden morn | | | | | | | |
| d38 | Now to heaven our prayer [prayers] [cry] ascending | | | | | | | |
| d39 | O tell me strangers, ere ye go | | | | | | | |
| d40 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
| d41 | One sweet [bright] flower has drooped and faded | | | | | | | |
| d42 | Out on an ocean all boundless we ride | | | | | | | |
| d43 | Pleasant is the Sabbath bell | | | | | | | |
| d44 | See the shining dewdrops | | | | | | | |
| d45 | Sweetly the Sabbath bell steals on the air | | | | | | | |
| d46 | The rosy light is dawning | | | | | | | |
| d47 | The Sabbath school's a place for prayer | | | | | | | |
| d48 | There is beauty in the flower | | | | | | | |
| d49 | We gather, we gather, dear [O] Jesus, to bring | | | | | | | |
| d50 | We hold the blessed Bible fast | | | | | | | |
| d51 | We love to sing together | | | | | | | |
| d52 | We'll not forget the Sabbath school | | | | | | | |
| d53 | When sabbath morn is breaking | | | | | | | |
| d54 | When Sabbath's sacred morning light begins | | | | | | | |
| d55 | When the morning light drives away the night | | | | | | | |
| d56 | Where, where will be the birds that sing | | | | | | | |
| d57 | Words are things of little cost, quickly spoken, quickly lost | | | | | | | |
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