# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | My soul be on thy [your] guard | | | | | | | |
d102 | My soul, with rapture waits for Thee | | | | | | | |
d103 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
d104 | No book is like the Bible | | | | | | | |
d105 | No night shall be in heaven, no gathering gloom | | | | | | | |
d106 | Nothing either great or small, nothing sinner | | | | | | | |
d107 | Now, while every heart rejoices | | | | | | | |
d108 | O bright is the wine | | | | | | | |
d109 | O, come to the mercy seat | | | | | | | |
d110 | O come ye, O come ye, in youth's sunny time | | | | | | | |
d111 | O for a glance of heavenly day | | | | | | | |
d112 | O have you not heard of a [that] beautiful stream | | | | | | | |
d113 | O have you not heard of that realm of delight | | | | | | | |
d114 | O how pleasant is the Sabbath School | | | | | | | |
d115 | O I love to think of Jesus as he sat beside the sea | | | | | | | |
d116 | O list the song we sing tonight | | | | | | | |
d117 | O list to the peals of the merry Christmas bells | | | | | | | |
d118 | O my house is builded upon the Rock of Jesus Christ | | | | | | | |
d119 | O the firm old Rock | | | | | | | |
d120 | O the glorious time is coming | | | | | | | |
d121 | O what is the song that the winter winds sing | | | | | | | |
d122 | O'er the hill [hills] the sun is setting | | | | | | | |
d123 | On every sunny mountain | | | | | | | |
d124 | Only just across the river, over on the other side | | | | | | | |
d125 | Our Sabbath school, our Sabbath school | | | | | | | |
d126 | Pilgrims on the burning sand | | | | | | | |
d127 | Please to watch us, blessed Savior | | | | | | | |
d128 | Remember thy Creator | | | | | | | |
d129 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d130 | Round the throne in [of] glory, Happy children | | | | | | | |
d131 | Schoolmates, while we sojourn here | | | | | | | |
d132 | See the shining dewdrops | | | | | | | |
d133 | See the streamlet, bounding | | | | | | | |
d134 | Shall hymns of grateful love | | | | | | | |
d135 | Shall we gather at [by] the river, Where bright angel feet have trod | | | | | | | |
d136 | Shall we meet beyond the river, where the surges | | | | | | | |
d137 | Should sorrow o'er thy brow | | | | | | | |
d138 | Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing | | | | | | | |
d139 | Silently the shades of evening | | | | | | | |
d140 | Souls are perishing before thee | | | | | | | |
d141 | Stand up for Jesus, Christian stand | | | | | | | |
d142 | Strike the cymbal, roll the tymbal [timbrel] | | | | | | | |
d143 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d144 | Sweet is the song of heaven | | | | | | | |
d145 | Sweet Sabbath school, place dear to me | | | | | | | |
d146 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
d147 | Sweet 'tis to sing of thee | | | | | | | |
d148 | Sweetly let us join our evening prayer | | | | | | | |
d149 | The angels in heaven are singing | | | | | | | |
d150 | The breaking waves dashed high | | | | | | | |
d151 | The home where changes never come | | | | | | | |
d152 | The mellow eve is gliding, serenely down the west | | | | | | | |
d153 | The precious name of Jesus | | | | | | | |
d154 | The Sabbath bell, the Sabbath bell | | | | | | | |
d155 | The Sunday school army has gathered once more | | | | | | | |
d156 | The Sunday school army unflinching and brave | | | | | | | |
d157 | The Sunday school is my delight, O let us hasten | | | | | | | |
d158 | The Sunday school with joy so full | | | | | | | |
d159 | The waters that most refresh the soul | | | | | | | |
d160 | The way to heaven is narrow | | | | | | | |
d161 | There is a beautiful world Where saints and angels sing | | | | | | | |
d162 | There is a better world, they say | | | | | | | |
d163 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | | | |
d164 | There is a home where all is bright | | | | | | | |
d165 | There is a land, a beautiful land | | | | | | | |
d166 | There is a place where angels dwell | | | | | | | |
d167 | There is a radiant, sunny clime | | | | | | | |
d168 | There is a stream, there is a stream, there is a stream whose gentle flow Supplies | | | | | | | |
d169 | There is a tender shepherd Who watches o'er His sheep | | | | | | | |
d170 | There is beauty all around when there's love at home | | | | | | | |
d171 | There's a call for faithful laborers | | | | | | | |
d172 | There's a Friend above all others, well deserves | | | | | | | |
d173 | There's a home in the city of our God | | | | | | | |
d174 | There's a tree that's ever growing | | | | | | | |
d175 | There's not a bright and beaming smile | | | | | | | |
d176 | There's not a star whose twinkling light shines [illumes] | | | | | | | |
d177 | These are the crowns that we shall wear | | | | | | | |
d178 | They are sowing their seed in the daylight | | | | | | | |
d179 | They crucified my Savior upon Mount Calvary | | | | | | | |
d180 | They hung King Jesus on a rude, rugged tree | | | | | | | |
d181 | Though fierce the howling winds may blow | | | | | | | |
d182 | Thy will be done, In devious way | | | | | | | |
d183 | 'Tis the Savior who would claim entrance to your heart | | | | | | | |
d184 | To a calm and lovely sea | | | | | | | |
d185 | To do to others as I would that they should do to me | | | | | | | |
d186 | Today the Savior calls, ye wanderers come | | | | | | | |
d187 | Tossed with rough winds, and faint with fear | | | | | | | |
d188 | 'Twas Jesus, my Savior, who died on the [a] tree [cross] | | | | | | | |
d189 | We are coming, blessed Savior | | | | | | | |
d190 | We are now in youth's bright morning | | | | | | | |
d191 | We are waiting by the river | | | | | | | |
d192 | We children of one Lord and King | | | | | | | |
d193 | We dwell this side of Jordan's stream | | | | | | | |
d194 | We have gladly met together | | | | | | | |
d195 | We leave the [this] world of care | | | | | | | |
d196 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
d197 | Welcome, welcome, welcome | | | | | | | |
d198 | We've a sweet rest when our life work is over | | | | | | | |
d199 | What to me are earth's pleasures | | | | | | | |
d200 | When faint and weary toiling [working] | | | | | | | |