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3 | Low on the night horizon | | | | | | | |
4 | 'Tis sweet to work for Jesus in this life's little day | | | | | | | |
5 | "It is I!" O blessed Jesus! | | | | | | | |
6 | How tedious and tasteless the hours | | | | | | | |
7 | Angels from the realms of glory | | | | | | | |
8 | Brightest and best of the sons of the morning | | | | | | | |
9 | Cease, ye mourners, cease to languish | | | | | | | |
10 | Mourn, my harp, the soon departed | | | | | | | |
11 | Oh, how sweet it is to sing | | | | | | | |
12 | Pearl of the ocean, Gem of the sea | | | | | | | |
13 | The Sabbath School's a place for prayer | | | | | | | |
14 | There is many a lamp that is lighted | | | | | | | |
15 | Glory to God! Glory to God! Glory to God in the highest! | | | | | | | |
16 | City of worship, royal and fair | | | | | | | |
18 | The lone and toiling voyagers | | | | | | | |
19 | Love the little children | | | | | | | |
20a | One sweetly solemn thought | | | | | | | |
20b | We are joyously voyaging over the main | | | | | | | |
22 | When the heart is nigh to breaking | | | | | | | |
23 | Christ the Lord is ris'n to day | | | | | | | |
24 | Ringing, sweetly ringing, The cheerful Sabbath bells | | | | | | | |
26 | There is a river, deep and dark | | | | | | | |
27 | Jesus let thy pitying eye | | | | | | | |
28 | When Rechab's sons, in days of old | | | | | | | |
29 | Suppose a little twinkling star | | | | | | | |
30 | When great storms of life o'ertake us | | | | | | | |
31 | When shall we stand upon thy shore | | | | | | | |
32a | I love to have the Sabbath come | | | | | | | |
32b | Now I make a full surrender | | | | | | | |
34 | Shadows o'er the vale are creeping | | | | | | | |
35 | Hail beauteous bow of heav'n! | | | | | | | |
36 | O city of the jasper wall | | | | | | | |
37 | We are a little gleaning band | | | | | | | |
38 | Jesus, now to thee I fly | | | | | | | |
39 | Head of the church triumphant | | | | | | | |
40 | If you cannot on the ocean | | | | | | | |
41 | Oh, how happy are they | | | | | | | |
42 | Lord, and is thine anger gone | | | | | | | |
43 | Away with our sorrow and fear | | | | | | | |
44a | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
44b | Oh, thought full of sweetness. to those that believe | | | | | | | |
46 | Hail, glorious day! the most sublime | | | | | | | |
48 | Hail, thou once despised Jesus | | | | | | | |
49 | There stands a Rock, on shores of time | | | | | | | |
50 | Short is the time to labor | | | | | | | |
52 | There seems a voice in ev'ry gale | | | | | | | |
53 | Look up my soul by faith behold | | | | | | | |
54 | O say, can you tell when the sweet Sabbath bell | | | | | | | |
55 | Oh, when shall we sweetly remove? | | | | | | | |
56 | Come, sad and weary, come | | | | | | | |
57 | Come, O thou traveler unknown | [Come, O thou traveler unknown] | | | | | | |
58 | I am kneeling at the threshold | | | | | | | |
60 | Along the river, deep and wide | | | | | | | |
61 | Father, enthron'd above, Hear us in gracious love | | | | | | | |
62 | What are those soul-reviving strains | | | | | | | |
64 | There is a spot to me more dear | | | | | | | |
65 | O Jesus in pity draw near | | | | | | | |
66 | Jesus, bless the little children! | | | | | | | |
67 | You ask me, brethren, how I know that Jesus is divine | | | | | | | |
68 | Raise my pillow, husband dearest | | | | | | | |
69 | Jesus thou to weary mortals | | | | | | | |
70 | Come thou fount of ev'ry blessing | | | | | | | |
71 | Hosanna be the childrens' song | | | | | | | |
72a | We're the lambs of the flock | | | | | | | |
72b | Your path may be dark, and with thorns overspread | | | | | | | |
74 | The winds began to howl, O'er land and sea | | | | | | | |
75 | All glory to Jesus be giv'n | | | | | | | |
76 | Time is earnest, Passing by | | | | | | | |
77 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
78a | Forget not the Savior in youth's happy day | | | | | | | |
78b | Whenever you hear a word spoken in jest | | | | | | | |
80 | O mother I am very tired | | | | | | | |
82 | Vain are all terrestrial pleasures | | | | | | | |
83 | I long to behold him arrayed | | | | | | | |
84 | Hark! what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
85 | To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost | | | | | | | |
86 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
88a | Jesus wept! those tears are over | | | | | | | |
88b | I have wandered far thro' valleys gay | | | | | | | |
90 | Vital spark of heav'nly flame | | | | | | | |
92 | We often speak of resting | | | | | | | |
94 | Jesus lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
95 | How peacefully the days pass by | | | | | | | |
96 | A home in heav'n, what a joyful thought | | | | | | | |
97 | Go, ye messengers of God | | | | | | | |
98 | I am waiting by the river | | | | | | | |
99 | Love divine, all love excelling | | | | | | | |
100 | Tell me, ye angels, what is your mission | | | | | | | |
101 | Midnight silence, hush'd and holy | | | | | | | |
104 | When the heart has grown sick of the world's sin and blight | | | | | | | |
105 | While shepherd watch'd their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
108 | Hark! the song of Jubilee | | | | | | | |
109 | Quiet is the hour of even | | | | | | | |
110a | Oh, glorious hope of perfect love! | | | | | | | |
110b | There's a song in the air, there's a star in the sky! | | | | | | | |
112 | Souls are perishing before thee | | | | | | | |
113 | Suffer little children to come unto me | | | | | | | |
114 | Come lay your burdens, weary soul | | | | | | | |
115 | O love divine, How sweet thou art | | | | | | | |
116 | By-and-by, O feeble hearted | | | | | | | |