The Christian Harp and Sabbath School Songster: designed for the use of the social religious circle, revivals, and the Sabbath school (14th ed.)

#	Text	Tune
5	To-day the Saviour calls: Ye wand'rers, come
6	O happy day that fixed my choice
7	Go to the grave, In all thy glorious prime
8	Shall we sing in heaven forever
10	Sons of God, triumphant rise
11	Thou sweet gliding Kedron, by thy silver streams
12	What wondrous love is this, oh, my soul, oh my soul!
14	Here we meet to part again
15	Holy Father, thou hast taught me
16	How pleasant thus to dwell below
18	Sinner, go, will you go to the highlands of heaven
19	I'm but a stranger here, Heav'n is my home
20	I would not live always, I ask not to stay
21	There is a place where my hopes are staid
23	My heav'nly home is bright and fair
24	There is a world of perfect bliss
25	I love thy kingdom, Lord
26	By faith I view my Savior dying
27	Alas! and did my Savior bleed
28	Out on an ocean all boundless we ride
29	There is an hour of peaceful rest
30	Jesus my all to heav'n is gone
32	I'm glad that I am born to die
33	There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign
34	Children of the heav'nly King
35	People of the living God, I have sought the world around
36	O sing to me of heav'n
37	Our kindred dear to heaven have gone
38	In seasons of grief to my God I'll repair
40	Sweet land of rest, for thee I sigh
41	We are out on the ocean sailing
42	Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep!
43	How gentle God’s commands!
44	If the hope that we cherish may quell our many fears
46	You may sing of the beauties of mountain and dale
47	Let me go where saints are going
48	Sinner, oh, why so thoughtless grown?
49	When shall we meet again? Meet ne'er to sever?
50	My heav'nly home is bright and fair
52	Pilgrim, halting, staff in hand
53	Return, O wanderer--now return
54	Star of peace, to wand'rers weary
55	How often I am weary
56	Jerusalem, forever bright
58	What vessel are you sailing in
59	My home is heaven, my rest is not here
60	Am I a soldier of the cross, of the cross
61	Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor
62	When thickly beat the storms of life
63	River of death, thy stream I see
64	The gospel ship is sailing, sailing, sailing	[The gospel ship is sailing, sailing, sailing]
65	We're a little pilgrim band
66	Let the cares of the week all be banished far hence
67	Pleasant is the Sabbath bell
68	Around the throne of God in heaven
69	The Sunday-school, that blessed place
70	Now we raise our infant voices
71	There is a happy land, Far, far away
72	Sweetly sing, sweetly sing, Praises to our God and King
73	Would you be as angels are
74	O do not be discouraged, For Jesus is your Friend
76	Now the Sabbath morning dawns
77	Little drops of water, Little grains of sand
78	Shall we gather at the river
79	All things beautiful and fair
80	I want to be an angel
81	One sweet flow'r has drooped and faded
82	Who came from heaven to ransom me?
83	There are angels hov'ring round
84	When the morning light drives away the night
86	I'm a lonely traveler here
87	Come, come, sing to the Savior
88	I think when I read that sweet story of old
90	Who shall sing if not the children?
91	Here we suffer grief and pain
92	We are homeward bound to a land of light and love
94	We're a band of little pilgrim strangers
96	There is a land of pure delight
97	Savior, like a shepherd lead us
98	Oh, won't you be a Christian while you're young?
99	Come away to the skies--My beloved! arise
100	My buried friends can I forget
102	Far from the fold of Jesus
103	There's a land of light and love far away
104	Whither, pilgrims, are you going	[Whither, pilgrims, are you going]
105	Dark and thorny is the desert
107	I'll awake at dawn on the Sabbath day
108	Oh the Sabbath morning, beautiful and bright
110	When we hear the music ringing
112	There is beauty all around
113	Oh! how happy are the children
114	In the Christian's home of glory
116	Child of sin and sorrow
117	Why that look of sadness?
118	Alas! and did my Saviour bleed?
119	How sweet the name of Jesus sounds
120	We are going, going, going
122	Rock of Ages, cleft for me
123	As flows the rapid river
124	Hail! sweetest, dearest tie that binds