# | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
3 | Thanks to God for every blessing | | | | | |  | |
4 | Summer days are coming, Winter days are gone | | | | | |  | |
5 | O how purely, O how surely | | | | | |  | |
6 | Thou sweet gliding Kedron, by thy silver stream | | | | | |  | |
7 | The dewdrop on the green | | | | | |  | |
8 | Now night is gone, And golden morn | | | | | |  | |
9 | The morning light with rosy light | | | | | |  | |
10 | See the shining dewdrops | | | | | |  | |
11 | My Bible! 'tis a book divine | | | | | |  | |
12 | I'll awake at dawn on the Sabbath-day | | | | | |  | |
14 | Praise the Lord, when blushing morning | | | | | |  | |
15 | There's not a tint that paints the rose | | | | | |  | |
16 | From sweet and soothing slumber | | | | | |  | |
17 | Chide mildly the erring | | | | | |  | |
18 | While beauty clothes the fertile vale | | | | | |  | |
19 | Come, children, and join in our festival song | | | | | | | |
20 | Lord, how delightful 'tis to see | | | | | |  | |
21 | As flows the rapid river | | | | | |  | |
22 | Come, children, come! | | | | | |  | |
23 | What happy moments I have spent | | | | | |  | |
24 | Go when the morning shineth | | | | | |  | |
25 | Twinkle, twinkle, little star | | | | | |  | |
26 | Young and happy while thou art | | | | | |  | |
27 | How pleasing is thy voice | | | | | |  | |
28 | We are but young, yet we may sing | | | | | |  | |
29 | Beautiful bow! in mercy given | | | | | |  | |
30 | Now is past the time of teaching | | | | | |  | |
31 | Holy Father! let thy blessing | | | | | |  | |
32 | When Sabbath's sacred morning light | | | | | |  | |
34 | To thee, my God and Savior | | | | | |  | |
35 | The flowers along your path | | | | | |  | |
36 | There is a glorious world of light | | | | | |  | |
37 | Softly fades the twilight ray | | | | | |  | |
38 | Jesus, tender Shepherd, hear me! | | | | | |  | |
40 | Here we throng to praise the Saviour | | | | | |  | |
41 | My country! 'tis of thee | | | | | |  | |
42 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | |  | |
43 | How bright and fair Thy footsteps are | | | | | |  | |
44 | I think, when I read that sweet story of old | | | | | |  | |
45 | There is a happy land, Far, far away | | | | | |  | |
46 | When the morning light drives away the night | | | | | |  | |
48 | Here we meet to part again | | | | | |  | |
49 | Joyfully, joyfully, onward we move | | | | | |  | |
50 | I want to be an angel, And with the angels stand | | | | | |  | |
51 | Around the throne of God in heaven | | | | | |  | |
52 | O, do not be discouraged | | | | | |  | |
53 | Come, let us sweetly sing, join in full chorus | | | | | |  | |
54 | The Sunday school, that blessed place | | | | | |  | |
55 | I have a Father in the promised land | | | | | |  | |
56a | Little drops of water | | | | | |  | |
56b | Jesus, tender Saviour, Hast thou died for me? | | | | | |  | |
57 | Days, and weeks, and months returning | | | | | |  | |
58 | How dear is the thought, that the angels of God | | | | | |  | |
59a | Lord, teach a little child to pray | | | | | |  | |
59b | Behold, what condescending love | | | | | |  | |
60 | Holy Father, thou hast taught me | | | | | |  | |
61 | Come, little soldiers, Join in our band | | | | | |  | |
62 | In the rosy light of the morning bright | | | | | |  | |
63 | Childhood's years are passing o'er us | | | | | |  | |
64 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | |  | |
65 | Dear Jesus! ever at my side | | | | | |  | |
66 | I'm but a stranger here, Heaven is my home | | | | | |  | |
67 | By the side of a river so clear | | | | | |  | |
68 | How beauteous the morning appears! | | | | | |  | |
69 | Holy Bible! book divine | | | | | |  | |
70 | O mother dear, Jerusalem! | | | | | |  | |
71 | There is a holy city | | | | | |  | |
72 | Jerusalem! my glorious home | | | | | |  | |
73 | Now I awake and see the light | | | | | |  | |
74 | God is in heaven: and can he hear | | | | | |  | |
75 | With thy counsel thou shalt guide me | | | | | |  | |
76 | We won't give up the Bible--God's holy book of truth! | | | | | |  | |
77 | She died--yet is not dead! | | | | | |  | |
79 | I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger | | | | | |  | |
78 | The year's last song, and then we part! | | | | | |  | |
80 | On Jordan's rugged banks I stand | | | | | |  | |
81 | My heavenly home is bright and fair | | | | | |  | |
82 | Heavenly Father, grant thy blessing | | | | | |  | |
83 | Say, whither, wandering stranger | | | | | |  | |
84 | Please to watch us, blessed Saviour | | | | | |  | |
85 | When beautiful flowers impart their perfume | | | | | |  | |
86 | Preserved by thine Almighty power | | | | | |  | |
87 | How I love my tender mother! | | | | | |  | |
88 | Just as I am--without one plea | | | | | |  | |
89 | Thy word is a lamp unto my feet | | | | | |  | |
90 | Father, hear! to thee we raise | | | | | |  | |
91 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | |  | |
92 | We're trav'ling home to heaven above | | | | | |  | |
93 | Now we lift our tuneful voices | | | | | |  | |
94 | Who shall sing, if not the children? | | | | | |  | |
95 | Out on an ocean all boundless, we ride | | | | | |  | |