# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | A year again has passed away | | | | | | | |
d2 | Away on the banks of lif'es bright river | | | | | | | |
d3 | Beautiful Zion, built above; Beautiful city that I love | | | | | | | |
d4 | Before the great Shepherd ascended on high | | | | | | | |
d5 | Come, beloved teachers, tell us | | | | | | | |
d6 | Come, children, and join in our festival song | | | | | | | |
d7 | Days and weeks, and months, returning | | | | | | | |
d8 | Gather them in from the broad highway | | | | | | | |
d9 | Here we throng to praise the Lord | | | | | | | |
d10 | Holy angels in their flight traverse over earth and sky | | | | | | | |
d11 | I have a Father in the promised land | | | | | | | |
d12 | I know 'tis Jesus loves my soul | | | | | | | |
d13 | I ought to love my mother | | | | | | | |
d14 | I see in heaven those mansions bright | | | | | | | |
d15 | I think, when I read that [the] sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
d16 | I was once a thoughtless wanderer | | | | | | | |
d17 | Joyfully, joyfully, onward I [we] move | | | | | | | |
d18 | Kind words can never die, Cherished and blest | | | | | | | |
d19 | Let us with a joyful mind | | | | | | | |
d20 | Littlle travelers Zionward Each one entering | | | | | | | |
d21 | Morn amid the mountains | | | | | | | |
d22 | My heavenly home is bright and fair nor pain nor death | | | | | | | |
d23 | O do not be discouraged, For Jesus is your friend | | | | | | | |
d24 | Our Jesus, before he went home | | | | | | | |
d25 | Preserved by thine almighty power | | | | | | | |
d26 | Sabbath schools must have their concerts | | | | | | | |
d27 | Sing, sing, sing, sing, dear children, sing | | | | | | | |
d28 | Teachers, who with longing eye | | | | | | | |
d29 | The flowers are preachers, Frances | | | | | | | |
d30 | The Sabbath school's a place for prayer | | | | | | | |
d31 | The Savior has been passing by | | | | | | | |
d32 | The Sunday school that blessed place | | | | | | | |
d33 | They tell us there's a city bright | | | | | | | |
d34 | We feel that we've something to do | | | | | | | |
d35 | We love to go to Sabbath school | | | | | | | |
d36 | We love to sing together | | | | | | | |
d37 | We're the lambs of the flock and no danger we fear | | | | | | | |
d38 | When the time of our earthly sojourning is o'er | | | | | | | |
d39 | When welcome spring returned | | | | | | | |
d40 | Where, O where are the Hebrew children | | | | | | | |
d41 | Where, where will be the birds that sing | | | | | | | |
d42 | Who shall sing if not the children | | | | | | | |
d43 | Who was in the [a] manger laid | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]