# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
361 | Lord, we are young, thy help we need | | | | | | | |
362 | Shepherd of thy little flock | | | | | | | |
363 | Poor and needy though I be | | | | | | | |
364 | Around the throne of God in heaven, thousands | | | | | | | |
365 | The Bible, the Bible, More precious than gold | | | | | | | |
366 | Holy Bible! book divine! | | | | | | | |
367 | How sweet is the Sabbath, the morning [season] of rest | | | | | | | |
368 | The light of Sabbath eve is fading | | | | | | | |
369 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | | | |
370 | I think, when I read that [the] sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
371 | Humble praises, holy Jesus, Infant voices raise | | | | | | | |
372 | Children of Jerusalem place the royal diadem | | | | | | | |
373 | Come join our Sabbath song | | | | | | | |
374 | I love the Sabbath school | | | | | | | |
375 | Sweet Sabbath school, place dear to me | | | | | | | |
376 | Assembled in our school once more | | | | | | | |
377 | Thou, who didst with love and blessing | | | | | | | |
378 | We won't [we'll not] give up the Bible, God's holy book of truth | | | | | | | |
379 | Sister, thou wast [wert] mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
380 | Little travelers Zionward, Each one entering | | | | | | | |
381 | We come with songs | | | | | | | |
382 | Jesus loves me, this I know, For the Bible | | | | | | | |
383 | I want to be with Jesus | | | | | | | |
384 | God instructs to all talents few or many | | | | | | | |
385a | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
385b | Our father's God to thee | | | | | | | |
386 | O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight | | | | | | | |
387 | There's a Friend above all others, well deserves | | | | | | | |
388 | Awake, my soul, in [to] joyful [joyous] lays | | | | | | | |
389 | Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave | | | | | | | |
390 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
391 | To Jesus, the crown of my [our] hope | | | | | | | |
392 | I'm but a stranger [traveler] here, heaven is my home | | | | | | | |
393 | Joyfully, joyfully, onward I [we] move | | | | | | | |
394 | O tell me no more of this [the] world's vain [vain world's] store | | | | | | | |
395 | Today the Savior calls, ye wanderers come | | | | | | | |
396 | Just as I am, without one plea, But [Save] that thy blood | | | | | | | |
397 | Saw ye [you] my Savior, saw ye [you] my Savior | | | | | | | |
398a | Child of sin and sorrow, Filled with dismay | | | | | | | |
398b | Come to Jesus, come to Jesus | | | | | | | |
399 | Come, meet around our Christmas tree | | | | | | | |
400 | I will sing for Jesus, With his blood | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal has not been proofed - data may be incomplete or incorrect]