Sunday School Hymn Book

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d401The drink that's in the drunkard's bowl
d402The drunkard wastes away his strength
d403The good and the kind
d404The happy morn we hail again
d405The head that once was crowned with thorns
d406The Lord attends when children pray
d407The Lord is my Shepherd, How happy am I
d408The Lord of Sabbath let us praise, In concert with the blest
d409The morning flowers display their sweets
d410The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears
d411The morning sky [sun] is bright and clear
d412The night comes stealing in
d413The praying spirit breathe
d414The rosy light is dawning
d415The Sabbath school's a place for prayer
d416The spacious firmament on high
d417The Sunday school army has gathered once more
d418The Sunday school how sweet the place
d419The Sunday school that blessed place
d420The Sunday school, the Sunday school Blest be the wondrous plan
d421The voice is hushed the gentle voice
d422The voice of free grace cries escape
d423The wanderer no more will roam
d424Thee we adore, eternal name, And humbly
d425There is a beautiful world Where saints and angels sing
d426There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins]
d427There is a Friend we ought to love
d428There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away
d429There is a hopeful company
d430There is a land mine [my] eye [eyes] hath seen
d431There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign
d432There is a path that leads to God, All others go astray
d433There is an eye that never sleeps
d434There is an hour of peaceful rest
d435There is no name so sweet on earth, No name so sweet in heaven
d436There seems a voice in every gale
d437There's not a star whose twinkling ray
d438There's not a tint that paints the rose
d439This book is all that's left me now
d440This is the day, the happy day, Which God himself hath blessed
d441This life is but a summer's day
d442This, this is the God we adore
d443Thou art gone to the grave but we will not deplore thee
d444Thou Judge of quick and dead
d445Thou soft [sweet] flowing [gliding] Kedron [Cedron], by thy silver [limpid] stream
d446Though trouble assail us, and dangers affright
d447'Tis a lesson you should heed
d448'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow
d449'Tis religion that can give sweetest pleasures
d450To do to others as I would that they should do to me
d451To our Redeemer's glorious name, awake the sacred song
d452To the sports of the thoughtless
d453To thee, O blessed Savior
d454To thee, our God and Savior, our hearts
d455To us a Child of hope is born
d456To whom, my Savior, shall I go
d457Today if ye [you] will hear his voice
d458Today the birds, on every bough
d459Today we come with singing
d460Touch not the cup, it is death to thy [the] soul
d461Try us, O God, and search the ground
d462Vain are all terrestrial pleasures
d463Vain, delusive world, adieu
d464Very little ones are we
d465Wake the song of jubilee
d466Watchman, tell me, does the morning
d467Watchman, tell us of the night
d468We, a band of happy children
d469We are but young, yet we may sing
d470We are out on the ocean sailing
d471We bring no glittering treasures, no gems
d472We come, we come, in joyous train
d473We come, we come, this hallowed day
d474We come, we come, with loud acclaim
d475We come with hearts of gladness
d476We gather, we gather, dear [O] Jesus, to bring
d477We have a Father in the promised land
d478We have met in peace together
d479We love the Sabbath school
d480We love to go to Sabbath school
d481We love to sing together
d482We meet again in gladness
d483We speak of the realms of the blest
d484We won't [we'll not] give up the Bible, God's holy book of truth
d485Welcome, delightful morn, Thou [Sweet] day of sacred rest
d486Welcome, sweet day of rest
d487Welcome, sweet morn, we hail with joy
d488Welcome, welcome, day of rest
d489We'll come while yet all glowing
d490We'll not forget the Sunday school
d491We're a happy, happy band
d492We're bound for the land of the pure and the holy
d493We're going home, we've had visions bright
d494We're marching to the promised land
d495We're the lambs of the flock and no danger we fear
d496We're traveling home to heaven above
d497What is it shows my soul the way
d498What sound is this, a song [sound] through heaven resounding
d499What though the tempest hovers
d500What to me are earth's pleasures

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