# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
141 | There's nothing sweeter than the thought | | | | | | | |
142 | This life is but a summer's day | | | | | | | |
143 | I want to be an angel | | | | | | | |
144 | Awake, my soul, in [to] joyful [joyous] lays | | | | | | | |
145 | Would you be as angels are | | | | | | | |
146 | The Sunday school that blessed place | | | | | | | |
147 | Joyfully, joyfully, onward I [we] move | | | | | | | |
149 | Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
150 | Great Savior, who didst condescend | | | | | | | |
156 | Come, one and all, around me [we] stand | | | | | | | |
157 | My days of youth, though not from folly free | | | | | | | |
157b | O that the Lord would guide my [our] ways | | | | | | | |
158 | Away on the banks of life's bright river | | | | | | | |
158b | How sweet is the Sabbath, the morning [season] of rest | | | | | | | |
159 | Zion, bright and fair, strong thy bulwarks are | | | | | | | |
160 | Come, let us join our cheerful songs | | | | | | | |
160b | A knight renowned | | | | | | | |
161 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
162 | While thee I seek, protecting Power | | | | | | | |
162b | Religion is the chief concern | | | | | | | |
163 | With banner and with badge we come | | | | | | | |
163b | How shall the young secure their hearts | | | | | | | |
164 | Have you read the wondrous story | | | | | | | |
164b | There is a God who [that] reigns above | | | | | | | |
165 | In all my [our] vast concerns with thee | | | | | | | |
165b | Be sacred truth, my son, thy guide | | | | | | | |
166 | Sweet is the work, O Lord, Thy glorious name to sing | | | | | | | |
166b | Heavenly Father, grant thy blessing on the instructions | | | | | | | |
167 | A little word in love expressed | | | | | | | |
167b | Whatever brawls disturb the street | | | | | | | |
168 | Jerusalem, my happy home | | | | | | | |
168b | How precious is the book divine | | | | | | | |
169a | Assembled in our school once more | | | | | | | |
169b | O Zion, afflicted with wave upon wave | | | | | | | |
169c | Praise God from whom all blessings flow | | | | | | | |
C1 | Our Father, who art in heaven | | | | | | | |
C2 | Blessed is he that considereth the poor | | | | | | | |
C3 | The mercy of the Lord is from everylasting to everylasting | | | | | | | |
C4 | The Lord is my Sheperd | | | | | | | |
C5 | I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills | | | | | | | |
C6 | With tearful eyes I look around | | | | | | | |
C7 | They will be done! | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal has not been proofed - data may be incomplete or incorrect]