# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
301 | The lilies of the field | | | | | | | |
302 | When sickness, pain, and death | | | | | | | |
303 | When blooming youth is snatch'd away | | | | | | | |
304 | Sister, thou wast mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
305 | Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep! | | | | | | | |
306 | That awful hour will soon appear | | | | | | | |
307 | There is an hour when I must die | | | | | | | |
308 | Awake, awake, my sluggish soul | | | | | | | |
309 | The voice is hush'd--the gentle voice | | | | | | | |
310 | Where we oft have met in gladness | | | | | | | |
311 | And am I born to die? | | | | | | | |
312 | O for the death of those | | | | | | | |
313 | Shall man, O God of light and life | | | | | | | |
314 | No, I'll repine at death no more | | | | | | | |
315 | A dread and solemn hour | | | | | | | |
316 | And will the Judge descend? | | | | | | | |
317 | How dreadful, Lord, will be the day | | | | | | | |
318 | When thou shalt make thy jewels up | | | | | | | |
319 | Eternity is just at hand! | | | | | | | |
320 | The sun that lights the world shall fade | | | | | | | |
321 | Jerusalem, my happy home | | | | | | | |
322 | There is a place of sacred rest | | | | | | | |
323 | What souls are those that venture near | | | | | | | |
324 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
325 | O where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
326 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
327 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
328 | Happy the children who are gone | | | | | | | |
329 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
330 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
331 | Blest hour, when virtuous friends shall meet | | | | | | | |
332 | I'm but a traveller here | | | | | | | |
333 | We're going home, we've had visions bright | | | | | | | |
334 | And now another hour is past | | | | | | | |
335 | Father, once more let grateful praise | | | | | | | |
336 | Dismiss us with thy blessing, Lord | | | | | | | |
337 | Soon will set the Sabbath sun | | | | | | | |
338 | Eternal Father, God of grace! | | | | | | | |
339 | Father of mercies, hear | | | | | | | |
340 | Once more, before we part | | | | | | | |
341 | How pleasant thus to dwell below | | | | | | | |
342 | Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
343 | Now is done the time of teaching | | | | | | | |
344 | Heavenly Father, grant thy blessing | | | | | | | |
345 | Praise to thee, thou great Creator! | | | | | | | |
346 | Glory to God the Father's name | | | | | | | |
A1 | Lord, a little band and lowly | | | | | | | |
A2 | Children, 'tis the Sabbath-day | | | | | | | |
A3 | Humble praises, holy Jesus | | | | | | | |
A4 | Jesus, tender shepherd, hear us | | | | | | | |
A5 | I thank the goodness and the grace | | | | | | | |
A6 | Jesus, let a little child | | | | | | | |
A7 | Lord, wilt thou deign to speak | | | | | | | |
A8 | Let us sound the infant chorus | | | | | | | |
A9 | I'm not too young to love the Lord | | | | | | | |
A10 | Lord, teach a sinful child to pray | | | | | | | |
A11 | How precious is the story | | | | | | | |
A12 | Christ was born in Bethlehem | | | | | | | |
A13 | I want to be like Jesus | | | | | | | |
A14 | I think, when I read that sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
A15 | Shepherd of thy little flock | | | | | | | |
A16 | Gentle Jesus, meek and mild | | | | | | | |
A17 | Jesus, Saviour, Son of God | | | | | | | |
A18 | Jesus, see a little child | | | | | | | |
A19 | Saviour, may a little child | | | | | | | |
A20 | Who shall sing, if not the children? | | | | | | | |
A21 | Come and sing! O let us sing! | | | | | | | |
A22 | We infants sing To Christ our King | | | | | | | |
A23 | Pleasant is the Sabbath bell | | | | | | | |
A24 | When the morning light drives away the night | | | | | | | |
A25 | Little drops of water | | | | | | | |
A26 | O, do not be discouraged | | | | | | | |
A27 | Kind words can never die | | | | | | | |
A28 | Little children, love each other | | | | | | | |
A29 | Dear Shepherd, guard thy little flock | | | | | | | |
A30 | Savior, like a shepherd lead us | | | | | | | |
A31 | Joyfully, joyfully, onward we move | | | | | | | |
A32 | I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger | | | | | | | |
A33 | We're travelling home to heaven above | | | | | | | |
A34 | The Sabbath-school's a place of prayer | | | | | | | |
A35 | I want to be an angel | | | | | | | |
A36 | Saviour, I am very weak | | | | | | | |
A37 | Very little ones are we | | | | | | | |
A38 | One God I must worship supreme | | | | | | | |
A39 | To do to others as I would | | | | | | | |
A40 | Jesus loves the little child | | | | | | | |
A41 | God's angels come from heaven on high | | | | | | | |
A42 | Come, little soldiers, join in our band | | | | | | | |
A43 | I am young, but I must die | | | | | | | |
A44 | Go to thy rest, my child | | | | | | | |
A45 | The flowers of the field | | | | | | | |
A46 | There is a happy land | | | | | | | |
A47 | There is beyond the sky | | | | | | | |
A48 | Here we suffer grief and pain | | | | | | | |
A49 | Around the throne of God in heaven | | | | | | | |
A50 | There is a land above | | | | | | | |