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d1 | Be kind to each other | | | | | | | |
d2 | Be kind to thy [your] father, for when thou [you] wert [wast] [were] young | | | | | | | |
d3 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
d4 | Catch the sunshine, though it flickers | | | | | | | |
d5 | Cheer boys cheer, no more idle sorrow | | | | | | | |
d6 | Come and join us, dear companions | | | | | | | |
d7 | Come, come, come, now we raise | | | | | | | |
d8 | Dare to be [do] right, dare to be true | | | | | | | |
d9 | Drummer boy, drummer boy, where are you speeding | | | | | | | |
d10 | I can, yes, yes, we know you can | | | | | | | |
d11 | I think, when I read that [the] sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
d12 | I will sing for Jesus, With his blood | | | | | | | |
d13 | If a body find a lesson | | | | | | | |
d14 | In the Christian's home in [of] glory | | | | | | | |
d15 | In the quarries should you toil | | | | | | | |
d16 | Into the deep launch out | | | | | | | |
d17 | I've come across the sea | | | | | | | |
d18 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
d19 | Lads, said I | | | | | | | |
d20 | Lift up your eyes, desponding freeman | | | | | | | |
d21 | March along together, Ever firm and true | | | | | | | |
d22 | Marching along with our hands | | | | | | | |
d23 | Marching on, marching on, glad as birds | | | | | | | |
d24 | Merry May, merry May | | | | | | | |
d25 | More than building a showy mansion | | | | | | | |
d26 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
d27 | Never be afraid to speak for Jesus | | | | | | | |
d28 | Never forget the dear ones | | | | | | | |
d29 | O I am a cooper, no care | | | | | | | |
d30 | O 'tis sweet to sing a cheerful song | | | | | | | |
d31 | O we are volunteers in the army of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d32 | O'er the portals of mercy these words are inscribed | | | | | | | |
d33 | Patter, patter, let it pour | | | | | | | |
d34 | Scatter smiles, bright smiles | | | | | | | |
d35 | Schoolmates, let us cheerful be | | | | | | | |
d36 | See where the rising sun | | | | | | | |
d37 | Shall we gather at [by] the river, Where bright angel feet have trod | | | | | | | |
d38 | So it goes with idlers | | | | | | | |
d39 | The bright, rosy morning peeps over the hills | | | | | | | |
d40 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d41 | There once did live a little boy | | | | | | | |
d42 | Though the mist hang [hangs] o'er the river | | | | | | | |
d43 | We are going, we are going To a home beyond the skies | | | | | | | |
d44 | We are rising, we are rising with the change | | | | | | | |
d45 | We are sailing o'er an ocean | | | | | | | |
d46 | We children enjoy every hour of the day | | | | | | | |
d47 | We shall see the golden city | | | | | | | |
d48 | Welcome fair morning | | | | | | | |
d49 | When life is full of health and glee | | | | | | | |
d50 | When life's labor song is sung | | | | | | | |
d51 | When the humid showers gather | | | | | | | |
d52 | When we've crossed the jasper sea | | | | | | | |
d53 | Whene'er you see a schoolboy | | | | | | | |
d54 | Who are these [those] in bright [fair] array | | | | | | | |
d55 | Work, for the night is coming, work through the morning hours | | | | | | | |
d56 | Would you know how the farmer | | | | | | | |