# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | A mourning class, a vacant seat | | | | | | | |
d2 | All the week we spend | | | | | | | |
d3 | Angry words are lightly spoken | | | | | | | |
d4 | Another six days' work is done | | | | | | | |
d5 | Around the throne of God in heaven, thousands | | | | | | | |
d6 | Awake, awake, your bed forsake | | | | | | | |
d7 | Call the Sabbath a delight | | | | | | | |
d8 | Child of sin and sorrow, Filled with dismay | | | | | | | |
d9 | Children can you tell us why you | | | | | | | |
d10 | Come and sing with joy and gladness | | | | | | | |
d11 | Come, children, come, God bids you come | | | | | | | |
d12 | Come children, join to [and] sing | | | | | | | |
d13 | Come children, to the promised land | | | | | | | |
d14 | Come, let us sing of Jesus, While hearts and accents blend | | | | | | | |
d15 | Come, ye that love the Lord, Unto me | | | | | | | |
d16 | Dear Father, e're we part, Now [O] let thy grace | | | | | | | |
d17 | Each little earthly child | | | | | | | |
d18 | Feed my lambs, how condescending | | | | | | | |
d19 | From all that [who] dwell [dwells] below the [in earth and] skies | | | | | | | |
d20 | From the wide, far stretching prairies | | | | | | | |
d21 | Gladly meeting, kindly greeting | | | | | | | |
d22 | Go ye to the land of the cedar and vine | | | | | | | |
d23 | God is love, his mercy brightens | | | | | | | |
d24 | Gushing so bright in the mornning light | | | | | | | |
d25 | Hark, the morning bells are ringing Children, haste without delay | | | | | | | |
d26 | Hark, the notes of angel voices high in glory | | | | | | | |
d27 | Hark, the Sabbath bells are ringing Let us haste without delay | | | | | | | |
d28 | Hark, those happy voices saying Yet there's room | | | | | | | |
d29 | Heavenly Father, grant thy blessing while thy praise | | | | | | | |
d30 | Here we meet to part again | | | | | | | |
d31 | Holy Bible, book divine, Precious treasure, thou art mine | | | | | | | |
d32 | Hosanna, hosanna, hosanna be our cheerful song | | | | | | | |
d33 | How pleasant here again to meet | | | | | | | |
d34 | How precious is the book divine | | | | | | | |
d35 | How sweet is the Sabbath to me | | | | | | | |
d36 | How sweet the infant song | | | | | | | |
d37 | I am weary of my sin | | | | | | | |
d38 | I thank the goodness and the grace | | | | | | | |
d39 | I think, when I read that [the] sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
d40 | I'll awake at dawn on the Sabbath day | | | | | | | |
d41 | In the far better land of glory and light | | | | | | | |
d42 | It seemed an evil day | | | | | | | |
d43 | Jesus Christ, my Lord and Savior, Once became | | | | | | | |
d44 | Jesus says that we must love him | | | | | | | |
d45 | Jesus, see a little child | | | | | | | |
d46 | Jesus, tender shepherd, hear us | | | | | | | |
d47 | Jesus, that [the] [thou] condescending king | | | | | | | |
d48 | Jesus, we love to meet On this thy holy day | | | | | | | |
d49 | Joyfully, joyfully, onward I [we] move | | | | | | | |
d50 | Let us go to Bethlehem | | | | | | | |
d51 | Lift up to God the voice of praise | | | | | | | |
d52 | Little children, Jesus calls you | | | | | | | |
d53 | Littlle travelers Zionward Each one entering | | | | | | | |
d54 | Lo he comes 'tis Zion's king | | | | | | | |
d55 | Lord, a little band, and lowly, We are come | | | | | | | |
d56 | Mary to her [the] Savior's tomb | | | | | | | |
d57 | Midst sorrow and care | | | | | | | |
d58 | Now condescend, almighty king | | | | | | | |
d59 | Now is done the time of teaching | | | | | | | |
d60 | O Sacred Head now [once] [sore] wounded [surrounded] | | | | | | | |
d61 | O Thou from whom all goodness flows | | | | | | | |
d62 | O welcome light | | | | | | | |
d63 | On a hill stands a beautiful tree | | | | | | | |
d64 | Once was heard the songs of children | | | | | | | |
d65 | One there is above all others, well [who] deserves | | | | | | | |
d66 | ôTwas a glorious sight | | | | | | | |
d67 | Our Father in heaven | | | | | | | |
d68 | Praise to thee, thou [our] great creator | | | | | | | |
d69 | Savior, now receive Him | | | | | | | |
d70 | See the shining dewdrops | | | | | | | |
d71 | Shepherd, while thy flocks are feeding | | | | | | | |
d72 | Soft be the gently breathing notes | | | | | | | |
d73 | Soon will set the Sabbath sun | | | | | | | |
d74 | Sparkling and bright in its liquid light | | | | | | | |
d75 | Sweet day of rest, for thee I [I'd} wait | | | | | | | |
d76 | Sweet spices they brought on their star lighted way | | | | | | | |
d77 | Sweetly the Sabbath bell steals on the air | | | | | | | |
d78 | Teachers, tell us why you toil | | | | | | | |
d79 | Tell me, Shepherd, from above | | | | | | | |
d80 | The Bible, the Bible, More precious than gold | | | | | | | |
d81 | The lambs of Jesus, who are they but children | | | | | | | |
d82 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d83 | The ravens brought Elijah | | | | | | | |
d84 | The Sabbath morn is breaking, the Sabbath bells are waking | | | | | | | |
d85 | The Sabbath school's a place for prayer | | | | | | | |
d86 | The Sunday school that blessed place | | | | | | | |
d87 | The woman of Samaria | | | | | | | |
d88 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | | | |
d89 | There is a holy sacrifice Which God in heaven will not despise | | | | | | | |
d90 | There's a Friend above all others, O how he loves | | | | | | | |
d91 | There's not a tint that paints the rose | | | | | | | |
d92 | Through thy protecting care | | | | | | | |
d93 | Thy will be done, In devious way | | | | | | | |
d94 | Time is winging us away | | | | | | | |
d95 | To thee, O blessed Savior | | | | | | | |
d96 | Today the Savior calls, ye wanderers come | | | | | | | |
d97 | 'Twas long ago, when Jesus dwelt | | | | | | | |
d98 | We come, we come, in joyous train | | | | | | | |
d99 | Welcome, welcome, day of rest | | | | | | | |
d100 | Welcome, welcome, quiet morning | | | | | | | |