| # | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
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| 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]
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