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3 | The birds on quivering wing | | | | | | | |
5 | Come, let our voices raise | | | | | | | |
6 | I love the Sunday-school | | | | | | | |
7 | What heavenly music do I hear | | | | | | | |
8 | Christian! see the orient morning | | | | | | | |
9 | O happy saints, who dwell in light | | | | | | | |
10 | What do you do at the Sunday school? | | | | | | | |
12 | Silently, silently, Ope and close the school-room door | | | | | | | |
13 | Assembled in our school once more | | | | | | | |
14 | I think I see it in the clouds | | | | | | | |
15 | In life's gay morn let children learn | | | | | | | |
16 | When the world is still and sleeping | | | | | | | |
17 | Jesus loves me, for me has died | | | | | | | |
18 | I want to join the ransomed | | | | | | | |
20 | Just as thou art--without one trace | | | | | | | |
21 | Just as I am, without one plea | | | | | | | |
22 | How sweetly sound the lyres above | | | | | | | |
23 | I will not be afraid at night | | | | | | | |
24 | How beautiful the morning When summer days are long | | | | | | | |
25 | Thou, who didst with love and blessing | | | | | | | |
26 | 'Twas God who made this world so fair | | | | | | | |
27 | We are going, going, going | | | | | | | |
28 | Jesus, he mourned for us | | | | | | | |
29 | Come, said Jesus' sacred voice | | | | | | | |
30 | Begone unbelief, My Saviour is near | | | | | | | |
32 | O Thou, who driest the mourner's tear | | | | | | | |
33 | She is not here, with whom so oft | | | | | | | |
34 | When Jesus on the earth abode | | | | | | | |
36 | Shout the tidings of salvation | | | | | | | |
37 | What is life? 'Tis but a vapor | | | | | | | |
38 | Invited by a Saviour's love | | | | | | | |
39 | Come, join our Sabbath song | | | | | | | |
40 | When the holy day has come | | | | | | | |
41 | The morn of life, how fair and gay | | | | | | | |
42 | Brothers, sing with voice united | | | | | | | |
43 | If you wish to go to heaven | | | | | | | |
44 | How sweet to be allowed to pray | | | | | | | |
44b | And why is Mary full of fears? | | | | | | | |
46 | Blessed Lord, I see thee praying | | | | | | | |
47 | Father, in thy sacred dwelling | | | | | | | |
48 | We won't give up the Bible | | | | | | | |
49 | What happy children we! | | | | | | | |
50 | In the cold grave the Saviour's sleeping | | | | | | | |
51 | We hail, sweet morn, we greet with joy | | | | | | | |
52 | This morning, Lord, attend | | | | | | | |
52b | Good David, whose psalms have so often been sung | | | | | | | |
54 | Sweet Sabbath school, place dear to me | | | | | | | |
55 | Return, O wanderer, return | | | | | | | |
56 | O Lord, on this our Sunday-school | | | | | | | |
57 | "And can the Lord be risen?" | | | | | | | |
58 | When the sad hour was almost come | | | | | | | |
58b | The golden orbs that gem the sky | | | | | | | |
60 | My heavenly home is bright and fair | | | | | | | |
61 | The hours are viewless angels | | | | | | | |
62 | And is it true what I am told | | | | | | | |
63 | Linger not, linger not; earth is not thy rest | | | | | | | |
64 | What tho' the arm of conqu'ring death | | | | | | | |
64b | Come, and sing with joy and gladness | | | | | | | |
66 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
67 | The Saviour calls-- let ev'ry ear | | | | | | | |
68 | Hear, O sinner! mercy hails you | | | | | | | |
69 | He makes his mother sad | | | | | | | |
70 | Sister, thou wast mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
70b | Come, let us tune our voices | | | | | | | |
72 | Full oft does Satan try To draw my steps aside | | | | | | | |
73 | There is a stream whose gentle flow | | | | | | | |
73b | There is one thing quite sure to make | | | | | | | |
74 | To the wand'ring and the weary | | | | | | | |
75 | Brother, rest from sin and sorrow | | | | | | | |
76 | Be good, be good, my bright-eyed boy | | | | | | | |
77 | Ev'ry bird can build her nest | | | | | | | |
78 | Saviour, while my heart is tender | | | | | | | |
79 | When Peter sat within the hall | | | | | | | |
79b | Whene'er a duty waits for thee | | | | | | | |
80 | Hallelujah! Praise the Lord | | | | | | | |
81 | Young children once to Jesus came | | | | | | | |
82 | Hark! the Sabbath bells are ringing | | | | | | | |
83 | When thou shalt make thy jewels up | | | | | | | |
84 | Once Jesus with his friends withdrew | | | | | | | |
85 | From ev'ry stormy wind that blows | | | | | | | |
86 | My native land, my native land, O 'tis a lovely land to me | | | | | | | |
88 | Come hither, all ye weary souls | | | | | | | |
89 | Come, little children, come, Seek ye your Saviour's face | | | | | | | |
90 | Hark! hark! the hoarse murmur rolls on from afar | | | | | | | |
92 | When I look up to yonder sky | | | | | | | |
93 | Today, with songs of gladness | | | | | | | |
94 | Now to the Lord a noble song! | | | | | | | |
94b | Hark! what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
96 | Come to Jesus, little one | | | | | | | |
97 | The disciples, with Jesus their Lord | | | | | | | |
98 | Speak gently,--it is better far | | | | | | | |
99 | Soon will set the Sabbath sun | | | | | | | |
100 | Say, brothers, will you meet us | | | | | | | |
100b | "Father, forgive," the suff'rer cries | | | | | | | |
102 | Jesus, lead the way, So we shall not stray | | | | | | | |
103 | Happy the children who betimes | | | | | | | |
104 | Thou Guardian of our youthful days | | | | | | | |
105 | Beware of Peter's word | | | | | | | |
106 | I love to look upon a flower | | | | | | | |
106b | We meet again in gladness | | | | | | | |