Singing Annual for Sabbath Schools 1871

Editor: P. Phillips
Publisher: Philip Phillips & Co., New York, N.Y., 1871
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d1Be up and doing while you may
d2Behold, the bridegroom cometh in the middle of the night
d3Children of Jerusalem sang the praise
d4Christ, the Lord is risen again
d5Come, ye saints, look here [behold] [draw nigh], and wonder
d6Drooping souls no longer grieve, Heaven
d7Finish thy work, the time is short
d8God bless thee, our country
d9God loved the world so dearly
d10God reigns in glory, and on high
d11God's temple is here, and the sky is its dome
d12Hark, the herald angels say
d13Hark, what mellow notes on high
d14How gentle God's commands
d15How lovely is thy temple
d16I bring my sins to Thee, The sins I cannot count
d17I left it all with Jesus long ago
d18I saw a youth of slender form
d19I think, when I read that [the] sweet story of old
d20If life's pleasures charm [cheer] thee [you], give them not thy [your] heart
d21In the morning sow thy seed
d22I've heard the old, old story
d23Jerusalem, my happy home
d24Lift your glad voices in triumph on high
d25Look up thou poor neglected one
d26Midst sorrow and care
d27O for the peace which [that] floweth as [like] a river
d28O lead me to Jesus, the loving
d29O speak not, disturb not a meeting
d30O would I had lived 'neath
d31See Isr'l's gentle Shepherd stand [stands]
d32Sometimes I catch sweet glimpses of his face
d33Still I am singing, Jesus, of thee Blessed Redeemer, so precious to me
d34Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer
d35Sweet the prayer of youth
d36The conflict is over, the tempest is past
d37The great Physician now is near
d38The lines to us have fallen
d39The thought of God above below
d40The voice of song came ringing
d41There is a gate stands open wide [that stands ajar]
d42There is an eye that never sleeps
d43Though some, with eager thought
d44'Tis faith that saves the guilty
d45'Tis thy lot to meet with trouble
d46Trust in God for every blessing
d47Trustingly, trustingly, Jesus, to thee
d48Up and away, like the dew of the morning
d49We gather, we gather, our
d50We twine our festive garlands
d51When I survey the wondrous cross
d52When the rosy beams declining
d53Where the faded flower shall freshen
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