# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | The children are gathering from near and from far | | | | | | | |
d102 | The Lord is our Shepherd, our Guardian and Guide | | | | | | | |
d103 | The Sunday school army has gathered once more | | | | | | | |
d104 | The Sunday school that blessed place | | | | | | | |
d105 | There is a Friend we ought to love | | | | | | | |
d106 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | | | |
d107 | There is a place where all my hopes are stayed | | | | | | | |
d108 | There's a beautiful home for thee, brother | | | | | | | |
d109 | There's a bright unfading crown | | | | | | | |
d110 | There's a light in the window for thee, brother | | | | | | | |
d111 | This is not my [a] place of resting | | | | | | | |
d112 | 'Tis religion that can give in the light | | | | | | | |
d113 | To the heavenly land, to the heavenly | | | | | | | |
d114 | We are joyously voyaging | | | | | | | |
d115 | We are out on the ocean sailing | | | | | | | |
d116 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
d117 | We're a happy band of children | | | | | | | |
d118 | We're bound for the land of the pure and the holy | | | | | | | |
d119 | What are these [those] soul reviving strains | | | | | | | |
d120 | What to me are earth's pleasures | | | | | | | |
d121 | When o'er earth is breaking | | | | | | | |
d122 | When the morning light drives away the night | | | | | | | |
d123 | Whither, pilgrims, are you [ye] going | | | | | | | |
d124 | Who came from heaven to ransom me | | | | | | | |
d125 | Who was in the [a] manger laid | | | | | | | |
d126 | Ye soldiers of the cross, rise, and put your armor on | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]