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1 | There is a happy land | | | | | | | |
2a | Come boys, come, girls, wont you volunteer? | | | | | | | |
2b | Around the throne of God in heaven | | | | | | | |
3 | The valleys and the mountains | | | | | | | |
5 | To thee, my God and Saviour | | | | | | | |
6a | What are those soul reviving strains | | | | | | | |
6b | In the far better land of glory and light | | | | | | | |
7 | We're marching to the camp above | | | | | | | |
8 | I want to be an angel | | | | | | | |
9 | My hope is built on nothing less | | | | | | | |
10 | Come, let us sing of Jesus | | | | | | | |
11 | I'm a lonely traveler here | | | | | | | |
12 | Oh! there is a river whose fresh waters flow | | | | | | | |
13 | In the Christian's home in glory | | | | | | | |
14a | O, do not be discouraged | | | | | | | |
14b | O what beauties adorn the bright Sabbath morn | | | | | | | |
16 | Call the children early, mother | | | | | | | |
17 | Shall we sing in heaven forever | | | | | | | |
18 | Children, can you truly tell | | | | | | | |
19 | Hear the royal proclamation | | | | | | | |
20 | How precious is the story | | | | | | | |
21a | There is no name so sweet on earth | | | | | | | |
21b | Dare to do right! dare to be true! | | | | | | | |
22 | Nothing, either great or small | | | | | | | |
23 | A crown of glory blight | | | | | | | |
24 | O, a goodly thing is the cooling spring | | | | | | | |
25 | Whither pilgrims are you going | | | | | | | |
26 | Thro' the world we daily roam | | | | | | | |
27a | Holy Father, thou hast taught me | | | | | | | |
27b | The gospel ship is sailing | | | | | | | |
29 | I'll rise up early in the morning | | | | | | | |
30a | Hush'd be my murmurings, let cares depart | | | | | | | |
30b | Strains of music often greet me | | | | | | | |
31 | Sweet land of rest! for thee I sigh | | | | | | | |
32 | What are these in bright array | | | | | | | |
33 | Sweetly sing, sweetly sing | | | | | | | |
34 | We are joyously voyaging over the main | | | | | | | |
35a | We know not what's before us | | | | | | | |
35b | Hark! the sweetest notes of angels singing | | | | | | | |
36 | "I will be good, dear mother" | | | | | | | |
37 | There'll be something in heaven for children to do | | | | | | | |
38 | "I'm trying to climb up Zion's hill" | | | | | | | |
39a | The Sunday-school, that blessed place | | | | | | | |
39b | Lord, I hear of show'rs of blessing | | | | | | | |
40 | Beautiful Zion, built above | | | | | | | |
41 | If I were a sunbeam, I know what I'd do | | | | | | | |
42 | Man the life-boat! man the life-boat! | | | | | | | |
43a | Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer! | | | | | | | |
43b | Jesus loves me! this I know | | | | | | | |
44 | Peacefully lay her down to rest | | | | | | | |
45a | Who shall sing if not the children | | | | | | | |
45b | Just as I am, without one plea | | | | | | | |
46 | Joy for the sorrowful, strength for the weak | | | | | | | |
47 | Far out upon the prairie | | | | | | | |
48 | My latest sun is sinking fast | | | | | | | |
49 | With tearful eyes I look around | | | | | | | |
50 | Come, poor pilgrim, sad and weary | | | | | | | |
51 | We are coming, blessed Saviour | | | | | | | |
52 | Through a strange country as pilgrims we stray | | | | | | | |
53a | Blessed Bible! how I love it! | | | | | | | |
53b | Shout the tidings of salvation | | | | | | | |
54 | Scatter smiles, bright smiles, as you pass on your way | | | | | | | |
55 | Come, schoolmates, don't grow weary | | | | | | | |
56 | How sweet in every trying scene | | | | | | | |
57 | A little child lay dying | | | | | | | |
58 | Come to Jesus, Come to Jesus | | | | | | | |
59 | Be the matter what it may | | | | | | | |
60a | Sinners will you scorn the message | | | | | | | |
60b | No mortal eye that land hath seen | | | | | | | |
61 | How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
62 | I think when I read that sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
63 | Never be afraid to speak for Jesus | | | | | | | |
64 | O, who is my neighbor? pray tell me | | | | | | | |
65 | The morning light is breaking | | | | | | | |
66a | This life is a battle with Satan and sin | | | | | | | |
66b | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
67 | To-day the Saviour calls | | | | | | | |
68a | One there is above all others | | | | | | | |
68b | Oh, turn ye, oh, turn ye, for why will ye die? | | | | | | | |
69 | Joy to the sons of men | | | | | | | |
70a | Would you be as angels are? | | | | | | | |
70b | My faith looks up to thee | | | | | | | |
71 | Oh happy day that fixed my choice | | | | | | | |
72 | O, we are volunteers in the army of the Lord | | | | | | | |
73a | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
73b | Faithful Shepherd, meek and mild | | | | | | | |
74 | Preserved by thine almighty power | | | | | | | |
75 | A beautiful land by faith I see | | | | | | | |
76 | We are going, we are going | | | | | | | |
77a | We are out on the ocean sailing | | | | | | | |
77b | All hail! the power of Jesus' name | | | | | | | |
78 | My country, 'tis of thee | | | | | | | |
79a | There's a light in the window for thee, brother | | | | | | | |
79b | Saviour, like a shepherd lead us | | | | | | | |
80 | Jesus is our Pilot | | | | | | | |
81 | This is not my place of resting | | | | | | | |
82 | Jerusalem, for ever bright | | | | | | | |
83 | We're trav'ling home to heav'n above | | | | | | | |
84 | There is a fountain filled with blood | | | | | | | |
85 | Why do we linger? | | | | | | | |