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9 | The life of a child, O how wild and free | | | | | | | |
10a | Mother! watch the little feet | | | | | | | |
10b | Singing in the morning | | | | | | | |
11 | Listen to the roses | | | | | | | |
12 | Joyful sounds from vale and mountain | | | | | | | |
13 | Sweet music cheers the spirit | | | | | | | |
15 | Garlands we bring, fresh garlands of song | | | | | | | |
16 | What can I give to Jesus | | | | | | | |
17 | Come into Christ's army, come, join it today | | | | | | | |
18 | To our Father in the promised land | | | | | | | |
19 | O sing of that beautiful land | | | | | | | |
20 | When Sabbath's sacred morning light | | | | | | | |
21 | Away, away to the Sabbath School | | | | | | | |
22 | Let us sing of the land, of the land far away | | | | | | | |
23 | We are the lambs of Jesus' flock | | | | | | | |
24 | In the garden of God, flows the River of Life | | | | | | | |
25 | Beyond the chilling winds and gloomy skies | | | | | | | |
26 | Go ye forth to the field of labor | | | | | | | |
27 | O'er the hills the sun is setting | | | | | | | |
28 | Charity ever begins at home | | | | | | | |
29 | There is a land, far, far away | | | | | | | |
30 | Where, where will be the birds that sing | | | | | | | |
31 | Jesus, high in glory | | | | | | | |
32a | Pleasant is our Sunday school | | | | | | | |
32b | With happy hearts and voices clear | | | | | | | |
33 | In the sweet summer of the year | | | | | | | |
34 | When the storms of life are over | | | | | | | |
35 | Like mists on the mountain, like ships on the sea | | | | | | | |
36 | Dropping down the troubled river | | | | | | | |
37a | I love to think of Jesus | | | | | | | |
37b | Morn amid the mountains | | | | | | | |
38 | March on to the field of action | | | | | | | |
39 | In heaven, bright heaven, the home of the blest | | | | | | | |
40 | Yes! I am nearer, nearer now | | | | | | | |
41a | Another hand is beck'ning us | | | | | | | |
41b | 'Tis murmur'd by the streamlet bright | | | | | | | |
42 | The Lord is my shepherd, He guards me with care | | | | | | | |
43 | I have a Saviour--he's pleading in glory | | | | | | | |
44 | When the morning light, drives away the night | | | | | | | |
45 | I've a home in the beautiful land | | | | | | | |
46 | We bring no glitt'ring treasures | | | | | | | |
47 | Onward! onward men of heaven | | | | | | | |
48a | Sing of Jesus, sing forever | | | | | | | |
48b | O, come again the strain prolong | | | | | | | |
49 | They are going, only going | | | | | | | |
50 | I am a stranger here, No home, no rest I see | | | | | | | |
51a | Our youth is like the opening day | | | | | | | |
51b | The voice is hushed; the gentle voice | | | | | | | |
52a | In the leafy budding spring time | | | | | | | |
52b | Jesus when he lived on earth | | | | | | | |
53 | The pearly gates are open wide | | | | | | | |
54 | There's a land far away, 'mid the stars, we are told | | | | | | | |
55 | There is no God! Go to the smiling fields, behold | | | | | | | |
56 | Sing of Jesus, sing forever | | | | | | | |
57 | Shall we all reach that land | | | | | | | |
58 | She's sleeping, oh, how sweetly | | | | | | | |
59 | Saviour, thy dying love ,Thou gavest me | | | | | | | |
60 | Onward children, do not tarry | | | | | | | |
61a | How precious the assurance | | | | | | | |
61b | When our earthly life is ended | | | | | | | |
62 | Over the river the crystal stream flows | | | | | | | |
63 | Faith--the anchor of the soul | | | | | | | |
64a | Meet and right it is to sing | | | | | | | |
64b | I am Jesus' little lamb | | | | | | | |
65 | I caught a radiant glimpse last night | | | | | | | |
66 | Over the river by faith I see | | | | | | | |
67 | So slowly and so softly | | | | | | | |
68 | Beyond those chilling winds and gloomy skies | | | | | | | |
69 | Soon to the mansions of the blest | | | | | | | |
70a | I long to enter those pearly gates | | | | | | | |
70b | Give to the needy in distress | | | | | | | |
71 | Finish thy work, the time is short | | | | | | | |
72 | Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice, the promised time is coming | | | | | | | |
73 | When we pass the shining river | | | | | | | |
74 | I am waiting by the river | | | | | | | |
75 | The midnight beamed in brightness | | | | | | | |
76 | Weary child, from day to day | | | | | | | |
77 | When we go up from Jordan | | | | | | | |
78a | Jesus, thou risen Saviour | | | | | | | |
78b | God above, thou great Creator | | | | | | | |
79 | There's a beautiful land, no mortal hath seen | | | | | | | |
80 | We come, we come with singing | | | | | | | |
81 | To Jesus the Saviour of sinners | | | | | | | |
82 | Scatter the gems of the beautiful! | | | | | | | |
83 | There are hills beyond the valley | | | | | | | |
84 | Little children, Jesus pleads | | | | | | | |
85 | Tell me the old, old story | | | | | | | |
86a | Sweet to sit at Jesus' feet | | | | | | | |
86b | There's a home that is waiting, a home far away | | | | | | | |
87 | Sons of Zion, raise your songs | | | | | | | |
88a | Ring out, ring out, sweet silver bells | | | | | | | |
88b | The Sunday-school, that blessed place | | | | | | | |
89a | Gladly welcome Sabbath morning | | | | | | | |
89b | How sweet the Sabbath morn | | | | | | | |
90 | There's a beautiful land by the spoiler untrod | | | | | | | |
91 | Holiness, holiness, holiness becometh thine house | | | | | | | |
92 | How drear is the wilderness way | | | | | | | |
93 | Shall we meet beyond the river | | | | | | | |
94 | Remember the poor, for the bleak winds are blowing | | | | | | | |
95 | Jesus is calling, "Come to me and live" | | | | | | | |