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3 | Come, ye children, and adore him | | | | | | | |
4 | The labors of another year | | | | | | | |
5 | We come! we come! with loud acclaim | | | | | | | |
6a | We are little flower buds | | | | | | | |
6b | Would you be as angels are | | | | | | | |
7 | We're bound for the land of the pure and the holy | | | | | | | |
8 | Once again in gladness meeting | | | | | | | |
9 | Come, let us all awake | | | | | | | |
10a | And may I still get there? | | | | | | | |
10b | Weep, little children, weep | | | | | | | |
11 | Depth of mercy? can there be | | | | | | | |
12 | When sickness, pain, and death | | | | | | | |
13a | Oh sing to me of heaven | | | | | | | |
13b | Come, children, come to God | | | | | | | |
14 | O happy land! O happy land! | | | | | | | |
15 | We love to go to Sabbath school | | | | | | | |
16 | Out on an ocean all boundless, we ride | | | | | | | |
17a | Stay, brother, stay! whither going so fast? | | | | | | | |
17b | In life's bright morning the tempest we brave | | | | | | | |
18 | Sabbath schools must have their meeting | | | | | | | |
19 | Kind words can never die, Cherished and blest | | | | | | | |
20 | Whither, pilgrims, are you going | [Whither, pilgrims, are you going] | | | | | | |
21 | I want to be an angel, and with the angels stand | | | | | | | |
22 | In the Christian's home in glory | | | | | | | |
23 | O'er dark abodes of sorrow | | | | | | | |
24 | Come, and sing with joy and gladness | | | | | | | |
25 | 'Tis religion that can give--In the light | | | | | | | |
26 | Call the children early, mother | | | | | | | |
27 | I'm but a traveler here, Heaven is my home | | | | | | | |
28 | There is a place where my hopes are stayed | | | | | | | |
29 | Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name | | | | | | | |
30 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
31 | O happy day that fixed my choice | | | | | | | |
32 | The night comes stealing in | | | | | | | |
33 | Oh come, let us sign | | | | | | | |
34a | Salvation! O the joyful sound! | | | | | | | |
34b | I'm not too young to love the Lord | | | | | | | |
35 | Our Shepherd's watchful care His flock shall safely keep | | | | | | | |
36 | Happy the children who are gone | | | | | | | |
37 | Now we lift our tuneful voices | | | | | | | |
38 | We're the lambs of the flock | [We're the lambs of the flock] | | | | | | |
39 | The Lord attends when children pray | | | | | | | |
40 | Joyfully, Joyfully onward I move | | | | | | | |
41 | Little drops of water | | | | | | | |
42 | With banner and with badge we come | | | | | | | |
43a | Arouse, New England sons, arouse! | | | | | | | |
43b | Some love to drink from the foamy brink | | | | | | | |
44 | Will you come to the spring that is sparkling and light | | | | | | | |
45a | Come, come, come to the fount clear and sweet | | | | | | | |
45b | Let the still air rejoice | | | | | | | |
46 | March to the battle field | | | | | | | |
47 | A glorious day is breaking | | | | | | | |