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3 | Praise to thee, our great Creator | | | | | |  | |
4 | With joy we hail the sacred day | | | | | |  | |
5 | Come let our happy voices join | | | | | |  | |
6 | No book is like the Bible | | | | | |  | |
7 | Savior I follow on | | | | | |  | |
8a | In his vineyard, Christ, the Lord | | | | | |  | |
8b | There's a book which surpasses the sages | | | | | |  | |
10 | Oh, the Sabbath morning, beautiful and bright | | | | | |  | |
11 | Nothing but leaves, the spirit grieves | | | | | |  | |
12 | In the cross of Christ I glory | | | | | |  | |
13 | Teachers! while the harvest lasts | | | | | |  | |
14 | What means this eager, anxious throng | | | | | |  | |
15 | Our varied days pass on and on | | | | | |  | |
16 | Look to the Cross, look to the Cross | | | | | |  | |
17 | Let us work for the school with our hearts and our hands | | | | | |  | |
18 | There's not a bright and beaming smile | | | | | |  | |
19 | In that world of glory bright | | | | | |  | |
20 | There is never a day so sunny | | | | | |  | |
21 | "Till he come," oh, let the words | | | | | |  | |
22 | I am told that Jesus loves me | | | | | |  | |
23 | Ah, tell me not of gold or treasure | | | | | |  | |
24 | Hark! there is a blessed call | | | | | |  | |
25 | In the vineyard of our Father | | | | | |  | |
26 | Star of the morning | | | | | |  | |
27 | We all might do good | | | | | |  | |
28 | The Bible! the Bible! more precious than gold | | | | | |  | |
29 | We are many, we are one | | | | | |  | |
30 | We'll journey together to Zion | | | | | |  | |
32 | Brother, you may work for Jesus | | | | | |  | |
33 | Oh, we're a little pilgrim band | | | | | |  | |
34 | What glory is thine, oh, thou City of God | | | | | |  | |
35 | Praise God from whom all blessings flow | | | | | |  | |
36 | O toilers, grow not weary | | | | | |  | |
37 | Eternal are thy mercies, Lord | | | | | |  | |
38 | I now have found abiding rest | | | | | |  | |
39 | "Almost persuaded" now to believe | | | | | |  | |
40 | There are dear ones at home I may bless with my love | | | | | |  | |
42 | Church of God, whose conqu'ring banners | | | | | |  | |
43 | Our Father who art in heaven hallowed be thy name | | | | | |  | |
44 | There'll be joy beyond the river | | | | | |  | |
45 | Hark, 'tis the Savior 's call | | | | | |  | |
46 | We are living, we are dwelling | | | | | |  | |
47 | Away with our sorrow and fear | | | | | |  | |
48 | We're marching to the promised land | | | | | |  | |
49 | They tell us that o'er the dark river | | | | | |  | |
50 | Beyond the dark river of death | | | | | |  | |
51 | Gather the cherished ones | | | | | |  | |
52 | When the morning wakes the woodland | | | | | |  | |
53 | Shout the tidings of salvation | | | | | |  | |
54 | The bells--the bells--the Sabbath bells! | | | | | |  | |
55 | Silently the shepherds | | | | | |  | |
56a | Forever here my rest shall be | | | | | |  | |
56b | Wonderful cross by faith I see | | | | | |  | |
58 | Pilgrim in this vale below | | | | | |  | |
59 | Alas! and did my Savior bleed | | | | | |  | |
60 | Hark! the notes of angels, singing | | | | | |  | |
61 | Give me the wings of faith to rise | | | | | |  | |
62 | From the throne of God in heaven | | | | | |  | |
64 | To a dark, sinful world, a bright messenger came | | | | | |  | |
65 | When to thee who hast thy dwelling | | | | | |  | |
66 | I will trust in my Savior | | | | | |  | |
67 | We are on the deep, we are sailing to our home | | | | | |  | |
68 | Someone has gone from this strange world of ours | | | | | |  | |
69 | In the "Eden of love" where the glorified are | | | | | |  | |
70 | Hail, brightest morning! hail, blessed day! | | | | | |  | |
71 | Hark! hark, my soul, angelic songs are swelling | | | | | |  | |
72 | Heav'nly home! heav'nly home! precious name to me! | | | | | |  | |
74a | "Come to me," said blessed Jesus | | | | | |  | |
74b | I look on a river whose beautiful stream | | | | | |  | |
76 | Out upon the stormy main | | | | | |  | |
77 | Oh, have you heard of yon bright clime | | | | | |  | |
78 | Are we sowing seeds of kindness? | | | | | |  | |
79 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | |  | |
80 | I know thou art gone to the home of thy rest | | | | | |  | |
81 | Holy angels in their flight | | | | | |  | |
82 | Oh, the Beautiful Hills where the blest have trod | | | | | |  | |
84 | Ho! every one that thirsteth | | | | | |  | |
85 | "We'll meet again"--how sweet the word! | | | | | |  | |
86 | The ransomed spirit to her home | | | | | |  | |
87 | When marshalled on the nightly plain | | | | | |  | |
88 | One day more to work for Jesus | | | | | |  | |
89 | Work, for the night is coming | | | | | |  | |
90 | Over the selfish dreams of men | | | | | |  | |
91 | "White as snow!" Oh what a promise | | | | | |  | |
92 | How beauteous are their feet | | | | | |  | |
94 | Arm, soldiers, arm! | | | | | |  | |
95 | My country, 'tis of thee | | | | | |  | |
96 | Jesus, Lover of my soul | | | | | |  | |
98 | When the mists have rolled in splendor | | | | | |  | |
100 | Tell me, ye winged winds, that round my pathway roar | | | | | |  | |
102 | Hope while there's a hand to strike! | | | | | |  | |
103 | Savior breathe an evening blessing | | | | | |  | |
104a | Today the Savior calls! | | | | | |  | |
104b | Come and help us, friends of Jesus | | | | | |  | |
106 | There's a narrow road that leads to endless day | | | | | |  | |
107 | From the fields white unto harvest | | | | | |  | |
108 | Guide me, oh thou great Jehovah | | | | | |  | |
109 | Since thy Father's arm sustains thee | | | | | |  | |
110 | Come, come, let us rejoice | | | | | |  | |
111 | Blest be the tie that binds | | | | | |  | |