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119 | What are those soul-reviving strains | | | | | | | |
120 | Hark! ye neighbors, and hear me tell | | | | | | | |
122 | Come, children, let us gather | | | | | | | |
123a | Twinkle, twinkle, little star | | | | | | | |
123b | I must be a loving child | | | | | | | |
123c | In the sun, the moon, the sky | | | | | | | |
124 | How painfully pleasing the fond recollection | | | | | | | |
126 | Star of the morning, beautiful star | | | | | | | |
128 | Within her downy cradle, there lay a little child | | | | | | | |
130 | Merrily the temp'rance horn | | | | | | | |
132 | Minnie! Minnie! dearest sister! | | | | | | | |
133a | God is my friend; I need not fear | | | | | | | |
133b | Rouse ye at the Saviour's call! | | | | | | | |
134 | Our bondage here shall end | | | | | | | |
136 | There's work enough, there's work enough | | | | | | | |
137 | To our homes we now are going | | | | | | | |
138a | Praise to the grace which has triumphed so freely | | | | | | | |
138b | The sunny sunny hours of childhood | | | | | | | |
138c | Take my heart, O Father! take it | | | | | | | |
139a | We love the Sabbath day | | | | | | | |
139b | Children of the heavenly King | | | | | | | |
139c | "Oh, suffer them to come" | | | | | | | |
140 | Teacher, watch the little feet | | | | | | | |
141 | From busy toil and heavy care | | | | | | | |
142 | In the graveyard softly sleeping | | | | | | | |
143 | Hail, or rain, or wind, or snow | | | | | | | |
144 | There is a clime, a cloudless clime | | | | | | | |
145 | When the rosy morning dawneth | | | | | | | |
146 | Land of our fathers! wheresoe'er we roam | | | | | | | |
148 | There was a place in childhood, That I remember well | | | | | | | |
149 | Hosanna! be our cheerful song | | | | | | | |
150 | Though I'm but a little maiden | | | | | | | |
151a | Children all, both great and small | | | | | | | |
151b | Little schoolmates, can you tell | | | | | | | |
152 | There is a beautiful world | | | | | | | |
153 | Sparkling and bright in its liquid light | | | | | | | |
154 | A little word in kindness said | | | | | | | |
155 | O! there will be mourning, mourning, mourning, mourning | | | | | | | |
156 | My brother, I wish you well! | | | | | | | |
157 | There are angels hovering round | | | | | | | |
158 | Attend, ye saints, and hear me tell | | | | | | | |
159 | Lovely is the dawn | | | | | | | |
160 | Jesus! blessed Jesus! Suffering so for me! | | | | | | | |
161 | Say, whither, wandering stranger | [Say, whither, wandering stranger] | | | | | | |
162 | The morning sun is bright and clear | | | | | | | |
163 | On every sunny mountain | | | | | | | |
164 | We are out on the ocean sailing | | | | | | | |
165a | Dear Jesus, let thy pitying eye | | | | | | | |
165b | We meet again in gladness | | | | | | | |
166 | Shout the tidings of salvation | | | | | | | |
167 | Faith, hope, love, are awaking | | | | | | | |
168 | Down where the waving willows | | | | | | | |
169 | When Jesus once came to Jerusalem's gate | | | | | | | |
170 | Behold a host with rapt emotion | | | | | | | |
172 | We leave the world of care | | | | | | | |
174 | Life is a dreaming--death an awaking | | | | | | | |
175 | A little child I am, indeed | | | | | | | |
176 | Our hearts are young and joyous | | | | | | | |
177 | Sister, thou wast mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
178 | Heavenly land! beautiful land! | | | | | | | |
180 | Jesus! Jesus! precious Saviour! | | | | | | | |
181 | Brother, thou art gone to rest | | | | | | | |
182a | The Lord is my Shepherd, how happy am I! | | | | | | | |
182b | How sweet is the Sabbath, the morning of rest! | | | | | | | |