# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | A baby was sleeping, it's mother | | | | | | | |
d2 | A beautiful land by faith I see | | | | | | | |
d3 | A crown of glory bright | | | | | | | |
d4 | A farmer's life the life for me | | | | | | | |
d5 | A hunter, early ranging along | | | | | | | |
d6 | A radiant shore of light and love | | | | | | | |
d7 | Across the foaming river | | | | | | | |
d8 | Another week has passed away | | | | | | | |
d9 | Another year has told its fourfold tale | | | | | | | |
d10 | Around the throne of God in heaven, thousands | | | | | | | |
d11 | Arouse up, you sleepers, the morning | | | | | | | |
d12 | Awake, and sing the song of Moses and the Lamb | | | | | | | |
d13 | Awake, awake, your bed forsake | | | | | | | |
d14 | Be kind to thy father, for now he is old | | | | | | | |
d15 | Beautiful hymns the children are singing | | | | | | | |
d16 | Beautiful Zion, built above; Beautiful city that I love | | | | | | | |
d17 | Bells do ring, birds do sing | | | | | | | |
d18 | Bird of the wilderness, blithesome and cumberless | | | | | | | |
d19 | Blessed Bible, how I love it | | | | | | | |
d20 | Bliss is hovering, smiling | | | | | | | |
d21 | Brethren, while we journey here | | | | | | | |
d22 | By faith I view my Savior dying | | | | | | | |
d23 | Charming little valley | | | | | | | |
d24 | Child of sin and sorrow, Filled with dismay | | | | | | | |
d25 | Children, as we sometimes see | | | | | | | |
d26 | Children, come, will you come | | | | | | | |
d27 | Children of the heavenly king as we journey | | | | | | | |
d28 | Chirping little cricket | | | | | | | |
d29 | Christian brethren, ere we part | | | | | | | |
d30 | Come, children, come, God bids you come | | | | | | | |
d31 | Come, children, now prepare | | | | | | | |
d32 | Come, let us all together sing | | | | | | | |
d33 | Come, now I am ready for study today | | | | | | | |
d34 | Cuckoo, cuckoo, bravo, how clear | | | | | | | |
d35 | Ere we part again let us all unite | | | | | | | |
d36 | Fade, fade, each [all] earthly joy | | | | | | | |
d37 | Far o'er the wave which rolls so cold | | | | | | | |
d38 | Farewell, brother, deep and lowly | | | | | | | |
d39 | For all the happy moments we passed | | | | | | | |
d40 | For this life, that thou hast given | | | | | | | |
d41 | Four seasons make up all the days | | | | | | | |
d42 | Gentle spring, why don't you come | | | | | | | |
d43 | Hark, the notes of angel voices high in glory | | | | | | | |
d44 | Hark to the solemn bell | | | | | | | |
d45 | Home, dear home, we never can forget | | | | | | | |
d46 | How beautiful the morning When summer days | | | | | | | |
d47 | How I long to be like Jesus | | | | | | | |
d48 | How painfully pleasing the fond recollection Of youthful connections [emotions] | | | | | | | |
d49 | How sweet the melting lay | | | | | | | |
d50 | How thou shinest, lovely moon | | | | | | | |
d51 | Hushed be my murmurings | | | | | | | |
d52 | I am resolved the world to see | | | | | | | |
d53 | I have a Father in the promised land | | | | | | | |
d54 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
d55 | I loved a songbird of the spring | | | | | | | |
d56 | I must not tease my mother | | | | | | | |
d57 | I remember a lesson | | | | | | | |
d58 | I stood outside the gate | | | | | | | |
d59 | I tend the wandering mountain flock | | | | | | | |
d60 | I want to be an angel, and with the angels stand | | | | | | | |
d61 | I want to join the ransomed | | | | | | | |
d62 | If early to bed and early to rise | | | | | | | |
d63 | I'm a pilgrim and I'm a stranger, I can tarry | | | | | | | |
d64 | I'm wandering to and fro | | | | | | | |
d65 | In the Christian's home in [of] glory | | | | | | | |
d66 | In the grassy places, where fresh flowers are | | | | | | | |
d67 | It shines, it rains, then shines | | | | | | | |
d68 | It thunders, but I tremble not | | | | | | | |
d69 | I've a home in that beautiful land | | | | | | | |
d70 | I've been sitting on the hillside | | | | | | | |
d71 | I've no mother now, I'm weeping | | | | | | | |
d72 | Jesus, dear, I come to thee | | | | | | | |
d73 | Jesus died on Calvary's mountain, Long | | | | | | | |
d74 | Jesus grant us all a blessing | | | | | | | |
d75 | Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave | | | | | | | |
d76 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
d77 | Jimmy's gone and left us all | | | | | | | |
d78 | Join me now in singing | | | | | | | |
d79 | Joyfully, joyfully, onward I [we] move | | | | | | | |
d80 | Let all the children join in singing | | | | | | | |
d81 | Let us be gladsome and let us be gay | | | | | | | |
d82 | Let us, gladly singing, pour | | | | | | | |
d83 | Little drops of water, little grains of sand | | | | | | | |
d84 | Littlle travelers Zionward Each one entering | | | | | | | |
d85 | Lo the heavens are breaking | | | | | | | |
d86 | Lord, I hear of [that] [the] showers of blessing | | | | | | | |
d87 | Loving Savior, here we bring thee | | | | | | | |
d88 | Midst sorrow and care | | | | | | | |
d89 | Murmur, gentle lyre, through the lonely night | | | | | | | |
d90 | My Bible leads to glory | | | | | | | |
d91 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
d92 | My days of youth, though not from folly free | | | | | | | |
d93 | My Father's house on high is my eternal | | | | | | | |
d94 | My rest [home] is in heaven [Eden], my rest [home] is not here | | | | | | | |
d95 | Never forget the Sabbath school | | | | | | | |
d96 | Nothing either great or small, nothing sinner | | | | | | | |
d97 | O blest art thou whose steps may rove | | | | | | | |
d98 | O come, come away, the Sabbath morn is passing | | | | | | | |
d99 | O come with us, the Sabbath bells are ringing | | | | | | | |
d100 | O daughter of Zion, why sorrowest thou | | | | | | | |