# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | A wreath of renown | | | | | | | |
d2 | Angry words, O let them never | | | | | | | |
d3 | Are you building on the rock of truth | | | | | | | |
d4 | Are you building your house on the sand | | | | | | | |
d5 | Awake, my soul, in [to] joyful [joyous] lays | | | | | | | |
d6 | Come, children, let us sweetly sing | | | | | | | |
d7 | Come, ye [you] [we] that [who] love the Lord [Christ], And let your [our] joys | | | | | | | |
d8 | Each cooing dove and sighing bough | | | | | | | |
d9 | Fear was within the tossing bark | | | | | | | |
d10 | Feed my lambs, how condescending | | | | | | | |
d11 | God make [made] my life a little light within the world | | | | | | | |
d12 | Hear the Sabbath school bells sweetly ringing | | | | | | | |
d13 | I hear the Savior's gentle voice | | | | | | | |
d14 | I know, I know, I shall rest where Jesus is | | | | | | | |
d15 | I know not the time of his coming | | | | | | | |
d16 | I think, when I read that [the] sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
d17 | In the holy hush of night, mother | | | | | | | |
d18 | Joyfully again we meet | | | | | | | |
d19 | Just waiting the summons to welcome me home | | | | | | | |
d20 | Lead me gently home, Father | | | | | | | |
d21 | Let the little children sing Praises to their heavenly King | | | | | | | |
d22 | Look up weary brother | | | | | | | |
d23 | Look ye saints the sight is glorious | | | | | | | |
d24 | Mine eyes have seen the glory | | | | | | | |
d25 | My Jesus [Father] [Savior], as thou wilt | | | | | | | |
d26 | O sometimes the shadows are deep | | | | | | | |
d27 | Oft we sing of a home in the mansions of | | | | | | | |
d28 | On a troubled sea we ride | | | | | | | |
d29 | Over the valleys, hilltops and mountains | | | | | | | |
d30 | Pleasant is the Sabbath school | | | | | | | |
d31 | Praise the Lord, all ye people | | | | | | | |
d32 | Round the throne in [of] glory, Happy children | | | | | | | |
d33 | Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling | | | | | | | |
d34 | Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness | | | | | | | |
d35 | There is a city made by God | | | | | | | |
d36 | There is a land of promise, By prophets we are told | | | | | | | |
d37 | There's a Rose that is blooming for you | | | | | | | |
d38 | Toiling in the vineyard | | | | | | | |
d39 | We are sowing, ever sowing | | | | | | | |
d40 | We are the army of Jesus | | | | | | | |
d41 | When tossed on the waves of life's sea | | | | | | | |
d42 | Who, who are these [those] clothed in garments | | | | | | | |
d43 | With joy we hail the sacred day | | | | | | | |
d44 | Would you gain the best in life | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]