# | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
d301 | The clear blue sky looks full of love | | | | | | | |
d302 | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
d303 | The dearest spot on earth to me is home | | | | | | | |
d304 | The festal morn, my God, is come | | | | | | | |
d305 | The freshly blooming flowers | | | | | | | |
d306 | The heavens declare thy glory, Lord, in every star | | | | | | | |
d307 | The lillies of the field, that quickly fade away | | | | | | | |
d308 | The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know | | | | | | | |
d309 | The Lord is our Shepherd, our Guardian and Guide | | | | | | | |
d310 | The Lord my Shepherd is, I shall be well supplied | | | | | | | |
d311 | The man of charity extends | | | | | | | |
d312 | The morn of life, how fair and gay | | | | | | | |
d313 | The morning sky [sun] is bright and clear | | | | | | | |
d314 | The night is past and gone | | | | | | | |
d315 | The praises of my tongue | | | | | | | |
d316 | The Sunday school how sweet the place | | | | | | | |
d317 | The Sunday school with joy so full | | | | | | | |
d318 | The temperance trumpet blow | | | | | | | |
d319 | The thoughtless youth who takes no heed | | | | | | | |
d320 | The vineyard of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d321 | The voice is hushed the gentle voice | | | | | | | |
d322 | There is a book who runs [that all] may read | | | | | | | |
d323 | There is a friend, a secret friend | | | | | | | |
d324 | There is a happy home, far, far away | | | | | | | |
d325 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | | | |
d326 | There is a land mine eye | | | | | | | |
d327 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d328 | There is a light whose kindling rays | | | | | | | |
d329 | There is a stream whose gentle flow | | | | | | | |
d330 | There is a time when moments flow | | | | | | | |
d331 | There is a voice, a still, small voice | | | | | | | |
d332 | There is an unseen Power around | | | | | | | |
d333 | This book is all that's left me now | | | | | | | |
d334 | This is God's most holy day | | | | | | | |
d335 | This is the way to know the Lord | | | | | | | |
d336 | This morning, Lord, attend | | | | | | | |
d337 | Thou art the Way, and he who sighs | | | | | | | |
d338 | Thou Guardian of our youthful days | | | | | | | |
d339 | Though on weary wilds | | | | | | | |
d340 | Thrice happy is the youth | | | | | | | |
d341 | Through another year conducted | | | | | | | |
d342 | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
d343 | Thus far we're spared again to meet | | | | | | | |
d344 | Thy name, Almighty Lord [God], shall sound | | | | | | | |
d345 | Thy name be hallowed evermore | | | | | | | |
d346 | Thy works proclaim thy glory, Lord | | | | | | | |
d347 | Time by moments steals away | | | | | | | |
d348 | 'Tis education's potent arm | | | | | | | |
d349 | 'Tis pleasant our brothers and sisters to meet | | | | | | | |
d350 | 'Tis religion that can give sweetest pleasures | | | | | | | |
d351 | To him, who for six days a week | | | | | | | |
d352 | To thee be praise forever | | | | | | | |
d353 | To thee, my God, who dwells on high | | | | | | | |
d354 | To thee, O blessed Savior | | | | | | | |
d355 | To thee, O God in heaven, this little one we bring | | | | | | | |
d356 | To thee we raise our voices | | | | | | | |
d357 | To thy temple we repair | | | | | | | |
d358 | Up to thee, Almighty Father, Ancient of eternal days | | | | | | | |
d359 | Upon the gospel's sacred page | | | | | | | |
d360 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d361 | We are but young, yet we may sing | | | | | | | |
d362 | We bid thee welcome in the name of Jesus, our exalted | | | | | | | |
d363 | We come in childhood's innocence | | | | | | | |
d364 | We come, O God, with gladness | | | | | | | |
d365 | We come our Sabbath hymn to raise | | | | | | | |
d366 | We come with joy and gladness | | | | | | | |
d367 | We gladly come today | | | | | | | |
d368 | We have met in peace together | | | | | | | |
d369 | We leave our tasks, we leave our play | | | | | | | |
d370 | We meet again in gladness | | | | | | | |
d371 | We now to Christ, the Savior King | | | | | | | |
d372 | We offer, Lord, an humble prayer | | | | | | | |
d373 | We praise thee, if one rescued soul | | | | | | | |
d374 | Welcome, day of rest | | | | | | | |
d375 | Welcome, sweet morn, we hail with joy | | | | | | | |
d376 | Welcome to our festival | | | | | | | |
d377 | Welcome, welcome, quiet morning | | | | | | | |
d378 | We're traveling home to heaven above | | | | | | | |
d379 | We've met another Sabbath day | | | | | | | |
d380 | What glorious truth float round | | | | | | | |
d381 | What if the little rain drop should say | | | | | | | |
d382 | What is home without a mother | | | | | | | |
d383 | What precept, Jesus, is like thine | | | | | | | |
d384 | What sound is this, a song [sound] through heaven resounding | | | | | | | |
d385 | What though the tempest hovers | | | | | | | |
d386 | When all thy [your] mercies, O my [our] God [gracious Lord] | | | | | | | |
d387 | When before thy throne we kneel | | | | | | | |
d388 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d389 | When in the Sabbath school | | | | | | | |
d390 | When in the Sabbath school pray | | | | | | | |
d391 | When Jesus Christ was here below | | | | | | | |
d392 | When little Samuel woke | | | | | | | |
d393 | When shall we meet again, Meet ne'er [more] to sever | | | | | | | |
d394 | When shall we three meet again | | | | | | | |
d395 | When the morning bell is ringing | | | | | | | |
d396 | When the morning bells are ringing | | | | | | | |
d397 | When to the house of God we go | | | | | | | |
d398 | When to the throne of grace | | | | | | | |
d399 | When torn is the [thy] bosom by [with] sorrow [anguish] or [and] care | | | | | | | |
d400 | While my Redeemer's near | | | | | | | |