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1 | The children are gathering from far and from near | | | | | |  | |
2 | Onward! onward! band victorious | | | | | |  | |
3 | Morn amid the mountains | | | | | |  | |
4 | In the silence of the midnight | | | | | |  | |
5 | How cheering the thought, that the angels of God | | | | | |  | |
6 | Come, my friends, and join with me | | | | | |  | |
7 | There' music in the midnight breeze | | | | | |  | |
8 | O great Infinity! to Thee | | | | | |  | |
9 | Kind words can never die | | | | | |  | |
10 | Whene'er the day with golden light | | | | | |  | |
11 | Mother, dear mother, they're calling me now | | | | | |  | |
12 | Lo! our loved one prostrate lies | | | | | |  | |
13 | We're going home--we've had visions bright | | | | | |  | |
14 | Merrily every heart is bounding | | | | | |  | |
15 | Error's teachings shall molder in the grave | | | | | |  | |
16 | O'er freedom's land the skies are glowing | | | | | |  | |
17 | Oh, home of love! we sing of thee | | | | | |  | |
18 | See the shining dew-drops | | | | | |  | |
19 | When the day with rosy light | | | | | |  | |
20 | I know thou art gone to the home of thy rest | | | | | |  | |
21 | We hail this happy new-born day | | | | | |  | |
22 | 'Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam | | | | | |  | |
23 | Do good, do good--there's ever a way | | | | | |  | |
24 | All hail! this day we greet with pleasure | | | | | |  | |
25 | May every year but draw more near | | | | | |  | |
26 | Where are now the friends of Freedom? | | | | | |  | |
27 | The sun is bright, and its golden light | | | | | |  | |
28 | A happy day for man is dawning | | | | | |  | |
29 | The sun shines bright in the spirit's happy home | | | | | |  | |
30 | In the twilight hours, 'mid the breath of flowers | | | | | |  | |
31 | Children, here from bondage fled | | | | | |  | |
32 | 'Tis a lesson you should heed | | | | | |  | |
33 | Think gently of the erring | | | | | |  | |
34 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | |  | |
35 | My heavenly home is bright and fair | | | | | |  | |
36 | Beautiful Home of life and light | | | | | |  | |
37 | Our Lyceum, 'tis of thee | | | | | |  | |
38 | Weep not for those who have passed from thy sight | | | | | |  | |
39 | A song for our banner! the watchword recall | | | | | |  | |
40 | When the glow of the sunset is fused in the sky | | | | | |  | |
41 | We love the Father--He's so good | | | | | |  | |
42 | Have a tear for the wretched--a smile for the glad | | | | | |  | |
43 | Catch the sunshine! though it flickers | | | | | |  | |
44 | Now to heaven our prayer ascending | | | | | |  | |
45 | O water, pure water, how brightly it flows | | | | | |  | |
46[47] | A beautiful land of joy I see | | | | | |  | |
47 | O come, children, come, o'er the blue rolling wave | | | | | |  | |
48 | Sweet voices from the Spirit Land I hear | | | | | |  | |
49 | Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord | | | | | |  | |
50 | "Lend a hand to one another!" | | | | | |  | |
51 | Do good! do good! we are never too young | | | | | |  | |
52 | There is no death! the stars go down | | | | | |  | |
53 | Our aims are all too high; we try | | | | | |  | |
54 | Though they may lay beneath the ground | | | | | |  | |
55 | Near thee, still near thee! o'er thy pathway gliding | | | | | |  | |
56 | Oh, call this not a vale of tears | | | | | |  | |
57 | When Freedom, on her natal day | | | | | |  | |