# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
213 | Little travellers Zionward | | | | | | | |
214 | The sun that lights the world shall fade | | | | | | | |
215 | Jerusalem! my happy home! | | | | | | | |
216 | Almighty God, thy piercing eye | | | | | | | |
217 | Hark, my soul! it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
218 | Brightest and best of the sons of the morning | | | | | | | |
219 | See the kind Shepherd, Jesus, stands | | | | | | | |
220 | Whene'er I take my walks abroad | | | | | | | |
221 | How glorious is our heavenly King | | | | | | | |
222 | Great God, to thee my voice I raise | | | | | | | |
223 | There is a God that reigns above | | | | | | | |
224 | There is, beyond the sky | | | | | | | |
225 | Dear children, you should never let | | | | | | | |
226 | Whatever brawls disturb the street | | | | | | | |
227 | Angels, that high in glory dwell | | | | | | | |
228 | How doth the little busy bee | | | | | | | |
229 | Why should I love my sport so well | | | | | | | |
230 | My God, who makes the sun to know | | | | | | | |
231 | And now another day is gone | | | | | | | |
232 | Why should I deprive my neighbour | | | | | | | |
233 | Humble praises, holy Jesus | | | | | | | |
234 | I am young, but I must die | | | | | | | |
235 | When little Samuel woke | | | | | | | |
236 | Here we suffer grief and pain | | | | | | | |
237 | How pleasant thus to dwell below | | | | | | | |
238 | We come, we come, with loud acclaim | | | | | | | |
239 | Holy Bible! Book Divine! | | | | | | | |
240 | How much better I'm attended | | | | | | | |
241 | Jesus, we thy lambs would be | | | | | | | |
242 | Come! come! come! | | | | | | | |
243 | There is a happy land | | | | | | | |
244 | I'll awake at dawn on the Sabbath-day | | | | | | | |
245 | Lord, teach a sinful child to pray | | | | | | | |
246 | Children of Jerusalem Sang the praise of Jesus' name | | | | | | | |
247 | How sweet is the Sabbath, the morning of rest | | | | | | | |
248 | Poor and needy though I be | | | | | | | |
249 | Our Father in heaven, we hallow thy name | | | | | | | |
250 | Assembled in our school once more | | | | | | | |
251 | See that heathen mother stand | | | | | | | |
252 | When daily I kneel down to pray | | | | | | | |
253 | Saviour, teach me how to pray | | | | | | | |
254 | In God's own house for me to play | | | | | | | |
255 | There is a fountain, filled with blood | | | | | | | |
256 | Soon as I heard my Father say | | | | | | | |
257 | Many voices seem to say | | | | | | | |
258 | O thou, before whose gracious throne | | | | | | | |
259 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
260 | To thee, O blessed Saviour | | | | | | | |
261 | Come, ye children, and adore him | | | | | | | |
262 | "Mercy, O thou son of David!" | | | | | | | |
263 | Come, children, hail the Prince of peace | | | | | | | |
264 | Happy the children who are gone | | | | | | | |
265 | Around the throne of God in heaven | | | | | | | |
266 | Lo, at noon 'tis sudden night | | | | | | | |
267 | Suffer me to come to Jesus | | | | | | | |
268 | Jsut as I am! without one plea | | | | | | | |
269 | Jesus, I my cross have taken | | | | | | | |
270 | How happy are they | | | | | | | |
271 | The voice of free grace Cries, Escape to the mountain | | | | | | | |
272 | People of the living God | | | | | | | |
273 | O sacred head, now wounded | | | | | | | |
274 | Did God that reigns in heaven above | | | | | | | |
275 | Awake, my soul, to joyful lays | | | | | | | |
276 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
277 | One there is above all others | | | | | | | |
278 | We'll not give up the Bible | | | | | | | |
279 | Sweet Sabbath-school, place dear to me | | | | | | | |
280 | Watchman! tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
281 | O thou, from whom all goodness flows | | | | | | | |
282 | We are little Christian children | | | | | | | |
283 | There is a green hill far away | | | | | | | |
284 | I knew a little, sickly child | | | | | | | |
285 | God is in heaven! Can he hear | | | | | | | |
286 | Why do you weep? | | | | | | | |
287 | 'Twas when the seas with horrid roar | | | | | | | |
288 | I lay my sins on Jesus | | | | | | | |
289 | Jesus, who reigns above the sky | | | | | | | |
290 | When Jesus Christ was here below | | | | | | | |
291 | Alas, and did my Saviour bleed? | | | | | | | |
292 | Behold the daisy where you tread | | | | | | | |
293 | If this life should last for ever | | | | | | | |
294 | When the moon is beaming | | | | | | | |
295 | At evening time it shall be light | | | | | | | |
296 | I think when I read that sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
297 | O Jesus, delight of my soul | | | | | | | |
298 | This day belongs to God alone | | | | | | | |
299 | Thou who did'st with love and blessing | | | | | | | |
300 | Where we oft have met in gladness | | | | | | | |
301 | Children, who of Jesus' sorrows | | | | | | | |
302 | As the dewy shades of even | | | | | | | |
303 | Depart awhile each thought of care | | | | | | | |
304 | My country, 'tis of thee | | | | | | | |
305 | O Lord, let our songs find acceptance before Thee | | | | | | | |
306 | O come let us sing! | | | | | | | |
307 | When languor and disease invade | | | | | | | |
308 | Amen! Amen! The prayers are said | | | | | | | |
309 | We won't give up the Prayer Book | | | | | | | |
310 | When I read the wondrous story | | | | | | | |
311 | Come unto Christ, ye weary | | | | | | | |
312 | Like mist on the mountain | | | | | | | |