# | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
d1 | A beautiful land by faith I see | | | | | | | |
d2 | A crown of glory bright | | | | | | | |
d3 | A home in heaven, what a joyful thought | | | | | | | |
d4 | A little child may do much good | | | | | | | |
d5 | And is it true what I am told | | | | | | | |
d6 | Another week has passed away | | | | | | | |
d7 | At Sunday school you're sure to find | | | | | | | |
d8 | Awake, and sing the song of Moses and the Lamb | | | | | | | |
d9 | Beautiful Zion, built above; Beautiful city that I love | | | | | | | |
d10 | Bright beams from heaven are breaking | | | | | | | |
d11 | Children listen to the strains | | | | | | | |
d12 | Children, you have gone astray | | | | | | | |
d13 | Come, come, little children | | | | | | | |
d14 | Come sing aloud that sweetest name | | | | | | | |
d15 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
d16 | Come, ye children, hearken unto me | | | | | | | |
d17 | Dare to be [do] right, dare to be true | | | | | | | |
d18 | Do no sinful action; Speak no angry word | | | | | | | |
d19 | Father in heaven, before thee | | | | | | | |
d20 | Gather them in, gather them in, Gather the children in | | | | | | | |
d21 | Gathered by the crystal river | | | | | | | |
d22 | Gentle Jesus [Jesu], meek and mild, Look upon | | | | | | | |
d23 | God of my life, my morning song | | | | | | | |
d24 | God's angels come from heaven on high | | | | | | | |
d25 | Hail, my ever blessed Jesus | | | | | | | |
d26 | Happy angels, still ye [you] dwell | | | | | | | |
d27 | Hark, I hear the Savior calling Little children, come to me | | | | | | | |
d28 | Hark, ten thousand harps and voices | | | | | | | |
d29 | Hark, the Savior's voice is calling | | | | | | | |
d30 | Have you ever heard the story that the holy Father tells | | | | | | | |
d31 | Have you read the wondrous story | | | | | | | |
d32 | How dearly God must love us | | | | | | | |
d33 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
d34 | How sweet the words of Jesus | | | | | | | |
d35 | I love the blessed Sabbath day | | | | | | | |
d36 | I love to sing of that great Power, that made | | | | | | | |
d37 | I want to be an angel, and with the angels stand | | | | | | | |
d38 | I will a little pilgrim be | | | | | | | |
d39 | I will be a little pilgrim | | | | | | | |
d40 | I will never, never leave thee | | | | | | | |
d41 | If I would be an angel | | | | | | | |
d42 | I'm a lonely traveler here | | | | | | | |
d43 | I'm a pilgrim and I'm a stranger, I can tarry | | | | | | | |
d44 | I'm but a stranger [traveler] here, heaven is my home | | | | | | | |
d45 | I'm going to be a soldier | | | | | | | |
d46 | In olden times when boys were [run] wild | | | | | | | |
d47 | In that world of glory bright | | | | | | | |
d48 | In the far better land of glory and light | | | | | | | |
d49 | In the realms of glory, where | | | | | | | |
d50 | Is this the way, my Father | | | | | | | |
d51 | Jesus is our Shepherd, wiping every tear | | | | | | | |
d52 | Jesus loves a little child | | | | | | | |
d53 | Jesus loves me, this I know, For the Bible | | | | | | | |
d54 | Jesus, Shepherd of the sheep, powerful is thine arm | | | | | | | |
d55 | Jesus, tender shepherd, hear us | | | | | | | |
d56 | Let us love one another, not long may we stay | | | | | | | |
d57 | Let worldly minds the world pursue | | | | | | | |
d58 | Listen, 'tis thy father | | | | | | | |
d59 | Listen to the roses | | | | | | | |
d60 | Littlle travelers Zionward Each one entering | | | | | | | |
d61 | Lord, can a simple child like me | | | | | | | |
d62 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
d63 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
d64 | My heavenly home is bright and fair we'll be gathered home | | | | | | | |
d65 | My rest [home] is in heaven [Eden], my rest [home] is not here | | | | | | | |
d66 | My Sunday School, my Sunday School | | | | | | | |
d67 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
d68 | O do not be discouraged, For Jesus is your friend | | | | | | | |
d69 | O happy is the man [child] who [that] hears instruction's [religion's] [Messiah's] warning voice | | | | | | | |
d70 | O sing to me of heaven | | | | | | | |
d71 | O [Sweet] land for [of] rest for thee I sigh | | | | | | | |
d72 | O Thou, that hearest the prayer of faith | | | | | | | |
d73 | O we love the Sabbath school | | | | | | | |
d74 | O when shall I dwell in a mansion | | | | | | | |
d75 | One of Jesus' lambs am I | | | | | | | |
d76 | Our hearts are young and joyous | | | | | | | |
d77 | Sabbath morn is breaking, and Sabbath bells are waking | | | | | | | |
d78 | Stand up, my soul [our souls], shake off thy [your] fears | | | | | | | |
d79 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
d80 | Suffer the little ones to come | | | | | | | |
d81 | Take my heart, O Father, take it | | | | | | | |
d82 | Thanks to God for life | | | | | | | |
d83 | The children are gathering from near and from far | | | | | | | |
d84 | The city of the skies | | | | | | | |
d85 | The morning bright, with rosy light | | | | | | | |
d86 | The morning sky [sun] is bright and clear | | | | | | | |
d87 | The rosy light is dawning | | | | | | | |
d88 | The Sunday school army has gathered once more | | | | | | | |
d89 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | | | |
d90 | There is a land immortal, The beautiful of lands | | | | | | | |
d91 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d92 | There is a peaceful river, Descending from on high | | | | | | | |
d93 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
d94 | There is far away in the heavens | | | | | | | |
d95 | There's a country, dear children | | | | | | | |
d96 | They are blest and blest forever | | | | | | | |
d97 | They are going, only going, Jesus called them | | | | | | | |
d98 | This pleasant Sabbath morning | | | | | | | |
d99 | Thou soft [sweet] flowing [gliding] Kedron [Cedron], by thy silver [limpid] stream | | | | | | | |
d100 | To do to others as I would that they should do to me | | | | | | | |