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1 | The Sunday school that blessed place | | | | | | | |
2 | To our dear Sabbath [Sunday] school there ought | | | | | | | |
3 | Come to the Sabbath School, All children | | | | | | | |
4 | Yes, dear Sabbath [Sunday] school, I love thee | | | | | | | |
5 | Come, children, and join in our festival song | | | | | | | |
6 | Sabbath schools must have their concerts | | | | | | | |
7 | Where do children love to go | | | | | | | |
8 | Come, schoolmates, don't grow [be] weary | | | | | | | |
9 | Hark, the morning bells are ringing Children, haste without delay | | | | | | | |
10 | When many to the Savior's feet | | | | | | | |
11 | O, come to the Savior, dear children | | | | | | | |
12 | Oh, come, let us sing | | | | | | | |
13 | Now to heaven our prayer [prayers] [cry] ascending | | | | | | | |
14 | Who shall sing if not the children | | | | | | | |
15 | I'm a pilgrim and I'm a stranger, I can tarry | | | | | | | |
16 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
17 | We are but young, yet we may sing | | | | | | | |
18 | Now condescend, almighty king | | | | | | | |
19 | If I were a voice, a persuasive voice | | | | | | | |
20 | A home in heaven, what a joyful thought | | | | | | | |
21 | The Savior calls, let every ear attend | | | | | | | |
22 | Shall we sing in heaven forever | | | | | | | |
23 | In the Christian's home in [of] glory | | | | | | | |
24 | Lord, I would own thy tender [every] care | | | | | | | |
25 | Pleasant is the Sabbath bell | | | | | | | |
26 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
27 | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? | | | | | | | |
28 | Preserved by thine almighty power | | | | | | | |
29 | Come, let us sing of Jesus, While hearts and accents blend | | | | | | | |
30 | If you will turn away from sin | | | | | | | |
31 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
32 | Behold a stranger at the door! | | | | | | | |
33 | Hear the royal proclamation, the glad tidings | | | | | | | |
34 | A poor wayfaring man of grief Hath often crossed | | | | | | | |
35 | Children hear the melting story | | | | | | | |
36 | Be kind to thy [your] father, for when thou [you] wert [wast] [were] young | | | | | | | |
37 | There is a beautiful world Where saints and angels sing | | | | | | | |
38 | What are these [those] soul reviving strains | | | | | | | |
39 | I'm a lonely traveler here | | | | | | | |
40 | Littlle travelers Zionward Each one entering | | | | | | | |
41 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | | | |
42 | When little Samuel woke | | | | | | | |
43 | Yes, we trust the day is breaking | | | | | | | |
44 | I want to be an angel, and with the angels stand | | | | | | | |
45 | Kind words can never die, Heaven gave them birth | | | | | | | |
46 | When shall we meet again | | | | | | | |
47 | We bring no glittering treasures, no gems | | | | | | | |
48 | O there is a river whose fresh waters flow | | | | | | | |
49 | Is it true that I must lie in the graveyard | | | | | | | |
50 | Today the Savior calls, ye wanderers come | | | | | | | |
51 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
52 | Safely through another week | | | | | | | |
53 | We're traveling home to heaven above | | | | | | | |
54 | Come, O my [our] soul [souls], in sacred [joyous] lays | | | | | | | |
55 | There's a song the angels sing | | | | | | | |
56 | How serious is the charge | | | | | | | |
57 | 'Twas Jesus, my Savior, who died on the [a] tree [cross] | | | | | | | |
58 | When we hear the music ringing in [through] the bright | | | | | | | |
59 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
60 | Our loving Redeemer, we trust in thy word | | | | | | | |
61 | O sing to me of heaven When I am called to die | | | | | | | |
62 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
63 | My Bible, 'tis a book divine | | | | | | | |
64 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
65 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
66 | Peace, troubled soul, whose [thy] plaintive moan | | | | | | | |
67 | Heavenly home, heavenly home, precious name | | | | | | | |
68 | He leadeth me, O blessed thought | | | | | | | |
69 | Morn of Zion's glory | | | | | | | |
70 | Let me go where saints are going | | | | | | | |
71 | Kind words are never los | | | | | | | |
72 | Then shall the King say unto them on his right hand | | | | | | | |
73 | Child of sin and sorrow, Filled with dismay | | | | | | | |
74 | Beautiful Zion, built above; Beautiful city that I love | | | | | | | |
75 | Joyfully, joyfully, onward I [we] move | | | | | | | |
76 | O turn ye [you], O turn ye [you], for why will ye [you] die | | | | | | | |
77 | Firmly, brethren, firmly stand | | | | | | | |
78 | Out on an ocean all boundless we ride | | | | | | | |
79 | Mid [midst] scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
80 | How sweet is the Sabbath to me | | | | | | | |
81 | Oft as I rove, in thoughtless mood | | | | | | | |
82 | O why do I find it so hard to do right | | | | | | | |
83 | We are out on the ocean sailing | | | | | | | |
84 | Mary to her [the] Savior's tomb | | | | | | | |
85 | Come, thou almighty King, Help us thy name to sing | | | | | | | |
86 | O remember the Sabbath school | | | | | | | |
87 | There is beauty all around when there's love at home | | | | | | | |
88 | The Lord is my Shepherd, How happy am I | | | | | | | |
89 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
90 | I love thy kingdom, Lord | | | | | | | |
91 | Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly dove | | | | | | | |
92 | We are joyously voyaging | | | | | | | |
93 | O when shall I dwell in a mansion | | | | | | | |
94 | Lord, I hear of [that] [the] showers of blessing | | | | | | | |
95 | One there is above all others, well [who] deserves | | | | | | | |
96 | Shall we gather at [by] the river, Where bright angel feet have trod | | | | | | | |
97 | My rest [home] is in heaven [Eden], my rest [home] is not here | | | | | | | |
98 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
99 | Must Jesus bear the [his] cross alone | | | | | | | |
100 | There's a beautiful home for thee, brother | | | | | | | |