# | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
101 | How shall the young secure their hearts | | | | | |  | |
102 | We won't give up the Bible | | | | | |  | |
103 | Let all the heathen writers join | | | | | |  | |
104 | What a mercy, what a treasure | | | | | |  | |
105 | Father, in my life's young morning | | | | | |  | |
106 | The moon has but a borrowed light | | | | | |  | |
107 | What is it shows my soul the way | | | | | |  | |
108 | Holy Bible! book divine! | | | | | |  | |
109 | The Sabbath is the day of rest | | | | | |  | |
110 | The Sabbath of the Lord | | | | | |  | |
111 | Come, let us join, with one accord | | | | | |  | |
112 | How sweet is the Sabbath, the season of rest | | | | | |  | |
113 | Once more we keep the sacred day | | | | | |  | |
114 | See! another week is gone! | | | | | |  | |
115 | The Sabbath day! God's gift to man! | | | | | |  | |
116 | Jesus, we love to meet | | | | | |  | |
117 | This is the day the Lord hath made | | | | | |  | |
118 | Maker of the Sabbath-day | | | | | |  | |
119 | Jesus, our blessed Lord | | | | | |  | |
120 | There is a holy sacrifice | | | | | |  | |
121 | If Jesus Christ was sent | | | | | |  | |
122 | Oh, 'tis a folly, and a crime | | | | | |  | |
123 | God of mercy! God of love! | | | | | |  | |
124 | The smitten heart and starting tear | | | | | |  | |
125 | A sinner, Lord, behold I stand | | | | | |  | |
126 | What is there, Lord, that one can do | | | | | |  | |
127 | Return, O wanderer, return | | | | | |  | |
128 | God has said, Forever blessed | | | | | |  | |
129 | If you will turn away from sin | | | | | |  | |
130 | Sweet is the time of spring | | | | | |  | |
131 | Can anyone Begin too soon | | | | | |  | |
132 | Remember thy Creator now | | | | | |  | |
133 | Go thou, in life's fair morning | | | | | |  | |
134 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | |  | |
135 | In life's young morn of rising youth | | | | | |  | |
136 | We are but young, yet we may sing | | | | | |  | |
137 | How truly blest are they who hear | | | | | |  | |
138 | With humble heart and tongue | | | | | |  | |
139 | Oh, that the Lord would guide my ways | | | | | |  | |
140 | Hear ye not a voice from heaven | | | | | |  | |
141 | Why should we spend our youthful days | | | | | |  | |
142 | Religion is the chief concern | | | | | |  | |
143 | All that is good from God proceeds | | | | | |  | |
144 | The Sabbath-school I love | | | | | |  | |
145 | There is a path that leads to God | | | | | |  | |
146 | Oh cease, my wandering soul | | | | | |  | |
147 | Strive, for the way is strait | | | | | |  | |
148 | Faith is a precious grace | | | | | |  | |
149 | Love is the strongest tie | | | | | |  | |
150 | Speak gently! it is better far | | | | | |  | |
151 | My God! my Father! while I stray | | | | | |  | |
152 | Hasten, O sinner, to be wise | | | | | |  | |
153 | To-day the Saviour calls! | | | | | |  | |
154 | Children, hear the melting story | | | | | |  | |
155 | Oh say not, I will yet delay | | | | | |  | |
156 | Oh for a heart to feel | | | | | |  | |
157 | Sinners, the voice of God regard | | | | | |  | |
158 | Now is the accepted time | | | | | |  | |
159 | While God invites, how blest the day | | | | | |  | |
160 | Hear, O sinner! mercy calls you | | | | | |  | |
161 | Say, sinner, hath a voice within | | | | | |  | |
162 | Behold a stranger at the door! | | | | | |  | |
163 | Delay not, delay not, O sinner, draw near | | | | | |  | |
164 | Come, children, come to God | | | | | |  | |
165 | May I resolve, with all my heart | | | | | |  | |
166 | Just as thou art, without one trace | | | | | |  | |
167 | Just as I am--without one plea | | | | | |  | |
168 | This life is but a summer's day | | | | | |  | |
169 | To-morrow, Lord, is thine | | | | | |  | |
170 | Oh how fleeting, oh how fleeting | | | | | |  | |
171 | Lord, what is life? 'Tis like a flower | | | | | |  | |
172 | The lillies of the field, That quickly fade away | | | | | |  | |
173 | This life of ours is flowing | | | | | |  | |
174 | Quickly my days have passed away | | | | | |  | |
175 | Time is winging us away | | | | | |  | |
176 | Swift the moments fly away | | | | | |  | |
177 | Time grows not old with length of years | | | | | |  | |
178 | We thank thee, Lord, that here again | | | | | |  | |
179 | We pray for one, who with us here | | | | | |  | |
180 | We come, with voice of thanks, O Lord | | | | | |  | |
181 | The voice is hushed,--the gentle voice | | | | | |  | |
182 | Lord, thou hast called thy servant home | | | | | |  | |
183 | Weep, mourning scholars, weep | | | | | |  | |
184 | A mourning class, a vacant seat | | | | | |  | |
185 | Where we oft have met in gladness | | | | | |  | |
186 | Death has been here, and borne away | | | | | |  | |
187 | Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep | | | | | |  | |
188 | When, bending o'er the brink of life | | | | | |  | |
189 | There is a grassy bed | | | | | |  | |
190 | That awful hour will soon appear | | | | | |  | |
191 | Thee we adore, eternal Name! | | | | | |  | |
192 | Thou art gone to the grave: but we will not deplore thee | | | | | |  | |
193 | Lo! he comes in clouds descending | | | | | |  | |
194 | And must I be to judgment brought | | | | | |  | |
195 | And am I born to die? | | | | | |  | |
196 | A dread and solemn hour | | | | | |  | |
197 | Felix trembled, long ago | | | | | |  | |
198 | When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come | | | | | |  | |
199 | The City of the Skies, whereof | | | | | |  | |
200 | A sad and sinful world is this | | | | | |  | |