# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
6 | There is a light whose kindling rays | | | | | | | |
8 | In the soft season of thy youth | | | | | | | |
10 | O bless the Lord, my soul! | | | | | | | |
12 | Far from mortal cares retreating | | | | | | | |
14 | God, in the gospel of his Son | | | | | | | |
16 | When children give their hearts to God | | | | | | | |
18 | O Lord! thy great and holy name | | | | | | | |
20 | How shall the young secure their hearts | | | | | | | |
21 | We sing thy mercy, God of love! | | | | | | | |
23 | When all thy mercies, O my God | | | | | | | |
25 | How sweetly flowed the Gospel's sound | | | | | | | |
27 | Our Father, here again we raise | | | | | | | |
29 | For all thy saints, O God | | | | | | | |
31 | Assist us, Lord, to act, to be | | | | | | | |
32 | O Lord, another week is flown | | | | | | | |
34 | Once more, my soul, the sacred day | | | | | | | |
36 | O God! with thee, another hour | | | | | | | |
38 | Suppliant, lo! thy children bend | | | | | | | |
40 | How sweet, how heavenly is the sight | | | | | | | |
42 | Great God, to thee my voice I raise | | | | | | | |
44 | How slippery is the path we tread | | | | | | | |
46 | When, as returns this solemn day | | | | | | | |
48 | Behold, where in a mortal form | | | | | | | |
50 | O Father! to thy throne we raise | | | | | | | |
51 | Awake our hearts, awake our voice | | | | | | | |
53 | My Father! I adore | | | | | | | |
55 | O, listen to the voice of truth | | | | | | | |
57 | O gracious God, in whom I live! | | | | | | | |
59 | O, seek the Lord, let all draw nigh | | | | | | | |
61 | We sin, whenever we pursue | | | | | | | |
63 | Father! I love to read of thee | | | | | | | |
65 | What is an idol? Every heart | | | | | | | |
67 | God of our lives, of age and youth | | | | | | | |
69 | Almighty Father! I am weak | | | | | | | |
71 | Within our minds the seed | | | | | | | |
73 | We are debtors to thy kindness | | | | | | | |
74 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
76 | O, in the paths of wisdom, Lord | | | | | | | |
77 | We come with songs of praise to thee | | | | | | | |
79 | Now let our voice be raised again | | | | | | | |
82 | We have met--and gladness round us | | | | | | | |
83 | We joyfully gather, our Father and Friend | | | | | | | |
85 | Sow in the morn thy seed | | | | | | | |
87 | Companion! thou hast gone! | | | | | | | |
89 | Peaceful be thy silent slumber! | | | | | | | |
91a | She has gone--and here no longer | | | | | | | |
91b | Fill all his court with sacred song | | | | | | | |
93 | Calm on the listening ear of night | | | | | | | |
94 | We are here to spend in gladness | | | | | | | |
96 | They go from strength to strength | | | | | | | |
97 | God bless our native land | | | | | | | |
98 | With the Alpine torrent's rushing | | | | | | | |
100 | See Israel's gentle Shepherd stand | | | | | | | |
103 | I'll awake at dawn on the Sabbath day | [I'll awake at dawn on the Sabbath day] | | | | | | |
104 | Joy to the world, the Lord is come | [Joy to the world, the Lord is come] | | | | | | |
105a | Father of mercies! in thy word | | | | | | | |
105b | Again the Lord of life and light | | | | | | | |
106 | I sing the mighty power of God | [I sing the mighty power of God] | | | | | | |
107a | I sing the wondrous power of love | | | | | | | |
107b | Unshaken as the sacred hill | | | | | | | |
108 | Who are these in bright array? | [Who are these in bright array?] | | | | | | |
110 | This is our yearly Jubilee | [This is our yearly Jubilee] | | | | | | |
111 | O God! we lift our hearts to thee | | | | | | | |
112 | There is a stream whose gentle flow | [There is a stream whose gentle flow] | | | | | | |
113a | From every stormy wind that blows | | | | | | | |
113b | We bid thee welcome in the name | | | | | | | |
114 | Now to heav'n our prayer ascending | [Now to heav'n our prayer ascending] | | | | | | |
115 | Glorious is the light advancing | | | | | | | |
116 | Suppliant lo! thy children bend | [Suppliant lo! thy children bend] | | | | | | |
117a | Music comes from hill and vale | | | | | | | |
117b | Oh how sweetly on the ear | | | | | | | |
118 | How softly the streamlet flows o'ver the plain | [How softly the streamlet flows o'ver the plain] | | | | | | |
119 | A call from the mountain, a cry from the vale | | | | | | | |
120 | O Pilot, 'tis a fearful night | [O Pilot, 'tis a fearful night] | | | | | | |
122 | God is love; his mercy brightens | [God is love; his mercy brightens] | | | | | | |
123a | Sister, thou wast mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
123b | In this sacred spot now lieth | | | | | | | |
124 | We hail the time of flowers | [We hail the time of flowers] | | | | | | |
126 | Why have we lips, if not to sing | [Why have we lips, if not to sing] | | | | | | |
127a | What glorious truths float round us here | | | | | | | |
127b | We are but young,—yet we may sing | | | | | | | |
128 | As often as the Sabbath comes | [As often as the Sabbath comes] | | | | | | |
130 | O, would I live alway at home with my God! | [O, would I live alway at home with my God] | | | | | | |
131a | Our Father in heaven! we hallow thy name | | | | | | | |
131b | The Lord is our shepherd, our guardian and guide | | | | | | | |
132 | The rose that all are praising is not the rose for me | [The rose that all are praising] | | | | | | |
134 | Lord, thou hast won, at length I yield | [Lord, thou hast won, at length I yield] | | | | | | |
135 | Now let our hearts unite to raise | | | | | | | |
136 | My country! 'tis of thee | [My country! 'tis of thee] | | | | | | |
137 | Let the still air rejoice | | | | | | | |
138 | There's not a tint that paints the rose | [There's not a tint that paints the rose] | | | | | | |
139a | O, wherefore were the flowers all made | | | | | | | |
139b | In the green fields of Palestine | | | | | | | |
140 | To the Sabbath school we come | [To the Sabbath school we come] | | | | | | |
141 | O, our Father! 'tis to thee | | | | | | | |
142 | Now let our voices join | [Now let our voices join] | | | | | | |
143a | Behold, the morning sun | | | | | | | |
143b | My Maker and my King | | | | | | | |
144 | Murmur, gentle lyre | [Murmur, gentle lyre] | | | | | | |
145 | We come, with joy and gladness | | | | | | | |