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101 | Whither, pilgrims, are you going | | | | | | | |
102 | Sweet land of rest! for thee I sigh | | | | | | | |
103 | Come, poor pilgrim, sad and weary | | | | | | | |
104 | There's a light in the window for thee, brother | | | | | | | |
105 | Angels are hovering round | | | | | | | |
106 | Savior, like a shepherd lead us | | | | | | | |
107 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
108 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
109 | Shall hymns of grateful love | | | | | | | |
110 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
111 | A beautiful land by faith I see | | | | | | | |
112 | Please to watch us, blessed Savior | | | | | | | |
113 | I ought to love my mother | | | | | | | |
114 | The children are gathering from near and from far | | | | | | | |
115 | My latest sun is sinking fast, My race is nearly run | | | | | | | |
116 | Watchman, tell me, does the morning | | | | | | | |
117 | Come, humble sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
118 | Whene'er I take my walks abroad | | | | | | | |
119 | From every stormy wind [sense] that blows | | | | | | | |
120 | I ought to love my Savior | | | | | | | |
121 | Traveler, whither art thou going | | | | | | | |
122 | There's a country, dear children | | | | | | | |
123 | We know not what's before us | | | | | | | |
124 | Ah this heart is void and chill | | | | | | | |
125 | Shout the tidings of salvation | | | | | | | |
126 | To the heavenly land, to the heavenly | | | | | | | |
127 | Speed away, speed away, happy soul of the blest | | | | | | | |
128 | Now we lift our tuneful voices | | | | | | | |
129 | O give me a harp on the bright hills of glory | | | | | | | |
130 | I'm but a stranger [traveler] here, heaven is my home | | | | | | | |
131 | We have come rejoicing on this happy day | | | | | | | |
132 | He who once to earth came down | | | | | | | |
133 | Come, let us all unite to sing | | | | | | | |
134 | O who is my neighbor pray tell me | | | | | | | |
135 | Hark, the sweetest notes of angels singing | | | | | | | |
136 | No mortal eye that land hath seen | | | | | | | |
137 | Hosanna, Hosanna, Hosanna, Hosanna | | | | | | | |
138 | Glory to God in the highest! | | | | | | | |
139 | In the mild and pensive twilight | | | | | | | |
140 | O had I fleet wings | | | | | | | |
141 | O we are volunteers in the army of the Lord | | | | | | | |
142 | Fade, fade, each earthly joy | | | | | | | |
143 | Marching on, marching on, glad as birds | | | | | | | |
144 | Kindly and graciously, prompted by love | | | | | | | |
145 | When of old sweet angels singing | | | | | | | |
146 | Jerusalem, forever bright | | | | | | | |
147 | There's a cry from Macedonia | | | | | | | |
148 | I'm trying to climb up Zion's hill | | | | | | | |
149 | Hushed be my murmurings | | | | | | | |
150 | I was a wandering sheep | | | | | | | |
151 | Watching on Judea's plain | | | | | | | |
152 | On the mountain [mountain's] top appearing | | | | | | | |
153 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
154 | Through the world we're marching on | | | | | | | |
155 | Where do you journey, my brother | | | | | | | |
156 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
157 | Little sunbeams we'll away | | | | | | | |
158 | We are little sunbeams | | | | | | | |
159 | There'll be something in heaven for children to do | | | | | | | |
160 | Come to Jesus, come to Jesus, Come to Jesus just now | | | | | | | |
161 | Nothing either great or small, nothing sinner | | | | | | | |
162 | I am so happy all day long | | | | | | | |
163 | We are coming, blessed Savior | | | | | | | |
164 | Dare to be [do] right, dare to be true | | | | | | | |
165 | Father of love, our Guide and Friend | | | | | | | |
166 | Little children, can you tell | | | | | | | |
167 | Around the throne of God in heaven, thousands | | | | | | | |
168 | Jesus loves me, this I know, For the Bible | | | | | | | |
169 | Holy angels in their flight traverse over earth and sky | | | | | | | |
170 | I'll never forsake thee, my Savior | | | | | | | |
171 | We shall sleep, but not forever | | | | | | | |
172 | Amid the hours that rapid fly | | | | | | | |
173 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
174 | There's a beautiful shore where the loved ones are gone | | | | | | | |
175 | Did Christ o'er sinners weep | | | | | | | |
176 | There's a voice in the air | | | | | | | |
177 | This life is a battle 'gainst Satan and sin | | | | | | | |
178 | We are waiting by the river | | | | | | | |
179 | O'er the hill [hills] the sun is setting | | | | | | | |
180 | By faith I view my Savior dying | | | | | | | |
181 | Shall we meet beyond the river, where the surges | | | | | | | |
182 | My heavenly home is bright and fair we'll be gathered home | | | | | | | |
183 | O have you not heard of that realm of delight | | | | | | | |
184 | O come ye, O come ye, in youth's sunny time | | | | | | | |
185 | The Sunday school army has gathered once more | | | | | | | |
186 | Stand up for Jesus, Christian stand | | | | | | | |
187 | I want to join the ransomed | | | | | | | |
188 | Flee, as a bird, to your [yon] [the] mountain | | | | | | | |
189 | Pilgrims on the burning sand | | | | | | | |
190 | If you cannot on the ocean sail among [amongst] the swiftest fleet | | | | | | | |
191 | Hark, hark, the battle-cry is sounding o'er the hill | | | | | | | |
192 | I look for stormy days | | | | | | | |
193 | Beautiful star in heaven so bright | | | | | | | |
194 | When life's labor song is sung | | | | | | | |
195 | I know 'tis Jesus loves my soul | | | | | | | |
196 | Our bark is afloat on time's rough sea | | | | | | | |
197 | There's not a star whose twinkling light shines [illumes] | | | | | | | |
198 | We shall meet no more to part | | | | | | | |
199 | Happy, happy meet we here | | | | | | | |
200 | Never forget the Sabbath school | | | | | | | |