# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | A little ship was on the sea | | | | | | | |
d2 | A song for the day beaming o'er us | | | | | | | |
d3 | A youthful company we meet | | | | | | | |
d4 | All ye that pass by | | | | | | | |
d5 | Around the throne of God in heaven, thousands | | | | | | | |
d6 | Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
d7 | Assembled in our school once more | | | | | | | |
d8 | Away from his home and the friends of his youth | | | | | | | |
d9 | Away from my Savior, O, how can I go | | | | | | | |
d10 | Children redeemed in every place | | | | | | | |
d11 | Come and sing with joy and gladness | | | | | | | |
d12 | Come, come, come, come to the Infant school | | | | | | | |
d13 | Come happy children, come and raise | | | | | | | |
d14 | Come, let us anew our journey pursue, Roll round | | | | | | | |
d15 | Come to the mercy seat, Come to the place | | | | | | | |
d16 | Come, ye children, and adore him, Lord of all, he reigns above | | | | | | | |
d17 | Come, ye children, stop no longer | | | | | | | |
d18 | Endless praises to our Lord God | | | | | | | |
d19 | Fairest Lord Jesus, Ruler of all nature | | | | | | | |
d20 | For our life, so young and pleasing | | | | | | | |
d21 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
d22 | Gentle Jesus [Jesu], meek and mild, Look upon | | | | | | | |
d23 | Glory to thee, my [our] God [O Lord], this night [day] | | | | | | | |
d24 | Go thou, in life's fair morning | | | | | | | |
d25 | God instructs to all talents few or many | | | | | | | |
d26 | Great God, our infant voices raise | | | | | | | |
d27 | Happy angels, still ye [you] dwell | | | | | | | |
d28 | Happy child whom God doth aid | | | | | | | |
d29 | Hark, the notes of angels singing | | | | | | | |
d30 | Hark, the Sabbath bells are ringing Let us haste without delay | | | | | | | |
d31 | Here we throng to praise the Lord | | | | | | | |
d32 | Holy Bible, book divine, Precious treasure, thou art mine | | | | | | | |
d33 | Holy children, read and pray | | | | | | | |
d34 | How kind are the words which our Savior | | | | | | | |
d35 | How sweet upon the Sabbath day | | | | | | | |
d36 | I am young, but I must die | | | | | | | |
d37 | I love awhile to steal away | | | | | | | |
d38 | I love the holy Sabbath day | | | | | | | |
d39 | I love the Sabbath school, the place | | | | | | | |
d40 | I saw a star in yonder sky | | | | | | | |
d41 | I think, when I read that [the] sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
d42 | Jesus, high in glory | | | | | | | |
d43 | Jesus, Savior, Son of God, who for me life's pathway trod | | | | | | | |
d44 | Jesus, Savior, we adore thee | | | | | | | |
d45 | Let infants early bring | | | | | | | |
d46 | Like mist on the mountain | | | | | | | |
d47 | Little child, do you love Jesus | | | | | | | |
d48 | Little raindrops feed the rill | | | | | | | |
d49 | Littlle travelers Zionward Each one entering | | | | | | | |
d50 | Lo at noon 'tis sudden night | | | | | | | |
d51 | Lord, a little band, and lowly, We are come | | | | | | | |
d52 | Lord, help my youthful heart to raise | | | | | | | |
d53 | Lord, we bend before thee now | | | | | | | |
d54 | Love and kindness we may measure | | | | | | | |
d55 | Mighty God [Lord] while angels bless [praise] thee | | | | | | | |
d56 | My span of life will soon be done [o'er] | | | | | | | |
d57 | My Sunday School, my Sunday School | | | | | | | |
d58 | Now we raise our infant voices | | | | | | | |
d59 | O come, come away, the Sabbath morn is passing | | | | | | | |
d60 | O God, our sovereign Lord | | | | | | | |
d61 | O happy day when Gods dear Son | | | | | | | |
d62 | O happy land, O happy land, Where saints and angels | | | | | | | |
d63 | O it is pleasant thus to praise | | | | | | | |
d64 | O Jesus, full of grace and love | | | | | | | |
d65 | O 'tis in the [this] land of the Bible we love | | | | | | | |
d66 | O ye have garnered, teachers loved | | | | | | | |
d67 | Once was heard the songs of children | | | | | | | |
d68 | Rise, rise, free from thy mourning | | | | | | | |
d69 | See the rising generation | | | | | | | |
d70 | Smiling strangers, will ye list | | | | | | | |
d71 | Soft is the morning dew | | | | | | | |
d72 | Sweet spices they brought on their star lighted way | | | | | | | |
d73 | The child who dares to risk his soul | | | | | | | |
d74 | The hour is come, I will not stray | | | | | | | |
d75 | The Sabbath bell how sweet to me | | | | | | | |
d76 | The Sabbath school's a place for prayer | | | | | | | |
d77 | The Sunday school, the Sunday school Blest be the wondrous plan | | | | | | | |
d78 | There are to me no hymns so sweet | | | | | | | |
d79 | There is a voice on every breeze | | | | | | | |
d80 | This book is all that's left me now | | | | | | | |
d81 | This festal day returning | | | | | | | |
d82 | This morning, Lord, attend | | | | | | | |
d83 | To that bright world where the Savior has gone | | | | | | | |
d84 | To thee, O blessed Savior | | | | | | | |
d85 | Vain are all terrestrial pleasures | | | | | | | |
d86 | We bring no glittering treasures, no gems | | | | | | | |
d87 | We come, we come, this hallowed day | | | | | | | |
d88 | We hail with exultation, This glorious festal day | | | | | | | |
d89 | We won't forget the Sunday school | | | | | | | |
d90 | We won't [we'll not] give up the Bible, God's holy book of truth | | | | | | | |
d91 | Welcome, sweet Sabbath day, Welcome again | | | | | | | |
d92 | What happy children we | | | | | | | |
d93 | What majesty divine | | | | | | | |
d94 | When a foolish thought within | | | | | | | |
d95 | When beautiful flowers impart their perfume | | | | | | | |
d96 | When, his salvation bringing [sending] | | | | | | | |
d97 | When Jesus left his Father's [heavenly] throne | | | | | | | |
d98 | When man at first was made by God | | | | | | | |
d99 | When Sabbath's sacred morning light begins | | | | | | | |
d100 | Where may children go to hear of God | | | | | | | |