# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | Savior, [Say], who thy flock are [art] feeding | | | | | | | |
d102 | See the leaves around us [you] falling | | | | | | | |
d103 | See the morning sunbeams | | | | | | | |
d104 | Softly fades the twilight ray | | | | | | | |
d105 | Summer days are coming, Winter days are gone | | | | | | | |
d106 | Thanks to God for every blessing | | | | | | | |
d107 | The clock has struck, I cannot stay | | | | | | | |
d108 | The eastern hills are glowing | | | | | | | |
d109 | The farmer plows and sows the fields | | | | | | | |
d110 | The light of Sabbath eve is fading | | | | | | | |
d111 | The Lord is my Shepherd, How happy am I | | | | | | | |
d112 | The morning bright, with rosy light | | | | | | | |
d113 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d114 | The morning sky [sun] is bright and clear | | | | | | | |
d115 | The rosy light is dawning | | | | | | | |
d116 | The Sabbath school how dear to me | | | | | | | |
d117 | The Spirit in our hearts is whispering sinner come | | | | | | | |
d118 | The world their fancied pearl may crave | | | | | | | |
d119 | There is a glorious world of light | | | | | | | |
d120 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | | | |
d121 | There is a path that leads | | | | | | | |
d122 | There was a noble ark | | | | | | | |
d123 | Thou dwelling with strangers | | | | | | | |
d124 | Thou Shepherd of Isr'l, and mine [divine] | | | | | | | |
d125 | Thou soft [sweet] flowing [gliding] Kedron [Cedron], by thy silver [limpid] stream | | | | | | | |
d126 | Thou whose almighty word Chaos and darkness heard | | | | | | | |
d127 | To Jesus, the crown of my [our] hope | | | | | | | |
d128 | To Sabbath school, to Sabbath school | | | | | | | |
d129 | To thee, my God and Savior | | | | | | | |
d130 | To thee, O blessed Savior | | | | | | | |
d131 | Today the Savior calls, ye wanderers come | | | | | | | |
d132 | Together let us sweetly live | | | | | | | |
d133 | Tomorrow, Lord, is thine | | | | | | | |
d134 | Upward I lift mine [my] eyes | | | | | | | |
d135 | Watchmen, onward to your stations | | | | | | | |
d136 | What are these in bright array | | | | | | | |
d137 | What is it shows my soul the way | | | | | | | |
d138 | What's this that steals, that steals upon my frame | | | | | | | |
d139 | When, his salvation bringing [sending] | | | | | | | |
d140 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d141 | When little Samuel woke | | | | | | | |
d142 | When Sabbath's sacred morning light begins | | | | | | | |
d143 | When shall the voice of singing flow | | | | | | | |
d144 | Where do children love to go | | | | | | | |
d145 | Where, O where are the Hebrew children | | | | | | | |
d146 | While angels, clothed in light divine | | | | | | | |
d147 | While beauty clothes the fertile vale | | | | | | | |
d148 | While God invites, how blest the day | | | | | | | |
d149 | While passing a garden there fell on my ear | | | | | | | |
d150 | While with ceaseless [careless] course the sun | | | | | | | |
d151 | Who can tell what notes of sadness | | | | | | | |
d152 | Yes, the Redeemer rose [lives]; The Savior left the dead | | | | | | | |
d153 | Young and happy while [whilst] thou art | | | | | | | |
d154 | Young children were to Jesus brought | | | | | | | |