# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | O bread to pilgrims given | | | | | | | |
d102 | O, come to the Savior, dear children | | | | | | | |
d103 | O do not be discouraged, For Jesus is your friend | | | | | | | |
d104 | O happy is the man [child] who [that] hears instruction's [religion's] [Messiah's] warning voice | | | | | | | |
d105 | O Lord, let our songs find acceptance | | | | | | | |
d106 | O speak of Jesus, other names | | | | | | | |
d107 | O we love to come to our Sabbath home | | | | | | | |
d108 | O what can little hands, little hands do | | | | | | | |
d109 | O when shall I dwell in a mansion | | | | | | | |
d110 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
d111 | On Zion's glorious summit stood, A numerous host, redeemed by blood | | | | | | | |
d112 | One [A] sweetly [sweet] solemn thought comes to me o'er and o'er | | | | | | | |
d113 | One there is above all others, well [who] deserves | | | | | | | |
d114 | Out on an ocean all boundless we ride | | | | | | | |
d115 | Pilgrims, we are to Canaan bound | | | | | | | |
d116 | Preserved by thine almighty power | | | | | | | |
d117 | Religion is the chief concern | | | | | | | |
d118 | Return, O wanderer, to thy home | | | | | | | |
d119 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d120 | Saints for whom the Savior bled | | | | | | | |
d121 | Savior, like a shepherd lead us | | | | | | | |
d122 | Savior, while my heart is tender, I would yield that heart to Thee | | | | | | | |
d123 | Saw you never in the twilight When the sun | | | | | | | |
d124 | Shall Jesus suffer death | | | | | | | |
d125 | Shall we gather at [by] the river, Where bright angel feet have trod | | | | | | | |
d126 | Shall we meet beyond the river, where the surges | | | | | | | |
d127 | Shall we sing in heaven forever | | | | | | | |
d128 | Something, my God, for thee | | | | | | | |
d129 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d130 | The Bible, the Bible, More precious than gold | | | | | | | |
d131 | The children are gathering from near and from far | | | | | | | |
d132 | The king of glory, Lift ye up the gates | | | | | | | |
d133 | The little ones are going home | | | | | | | |
d134 | The pearl that [the] worldlings covet | | | | | | | |
d135 | The pennons above are fluttering now | | | | | | | |
d136 | The Sabbath school's a place for prayer | | | | | | | |
d137 | The way to heaven is narrow and its blessed | | | | | | | |
d138 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | | | |
d139 | There is a realm where Jesus reigns | | | | | | | |
d140 | There is a Rose whose beauties grace | | | | | | | |
d141 | There is no name so sweet on earth, No name so sweet in heaven | | | | | | | |
d142 | There was a noble ark | | | | | | | |
d143 | There's beauty in the sunshine | | | | | | | |
d144 | Thou Guardian of our youthful days | | | | | | | |
d145 | Though the days are dark with trouble | | | | | | | |
d146 | 'Tis but little I can do | | | | | | | |
d147 | Today, with songs of gladness | | | | | | | |
d148 | We are going, going, going | | | | | | | |
d149 | We are joyously voyaging | | | | | | | |
d150 | We are out on the ocean sailing | | | | | | | |
d151 | We bring no glittering treasures, no gems | | | | | | | |
d152 | We come, we come, with loud acclaim | | | | | | | |
d153 | We love to sing together | | | | | | | |
d154 | We meet again in gladness | | | | | | | |
d155 | We're passing along to our home in the skies | | | | | | | |
d156 | Whatever cross the world may bring | | | | | | | |
d157 | When, his salvation bringing [sending] | | | | | | | |
d158 | When Jesus, the meek, and the lowly, was here | | | | | | | |
d159 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
d160 | When my cries ascend to thee | | | | | | | |
d161 | When the day with rosy light | | | | | | | |
d162 | When the morning light drives away the night | | | | | | | |
d163 | When the rosy morn is breaking | | | | | | | |
d164 | When the Sabbath bell is ringing | | | | | | | |
d165 | When the world is still | | | | | | | |
d166 | When thou shalt make thy jewels up | | | | | | | |
d167 | While shepherds watch [watched] their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
d168 | Whilst thee I seek, protecting power | | | | | | | |
d169 | Whither, pilgrims, are you [ye] going | | | | | | | |
d170 | Who bled and died for me | | | | | | | |
d171 | Who shall sing if not the children | | | | | | | |
d172 | Wonderful cross by faith I see | | | | | | | |
d173 | Work, for the night is coming, work through the morning hours | | | | | | | |
d174 | Ye angels, who stand round the throne | | | | | | | |
d175 | Yes, when we're grown | | | | | | | |
d176 | Young children once to Jesus came | | | | | | | |
d177 | Youthful pilgrims, whither bound | | | | | | | |