The Sunday School Melodist

#	Text	Tune
d1	A few more years at most
d2	A little ship was on the sea
d3	A mourning class, a vacant seat
d4	Almighty Father, heavenly King
d5	And Jesus Christ is still the same
d6	And thus the Lord did once preserve
d7	Another year, another year, to us forever gone
d8	Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep
d9	At thy throne of mercy, Savior
d10	Blest are [the] children who have taken
d11	By cool Siloam's shady rill
d12	Children all, both great and small
d13	Children can you tell us why you
d14	Children have you heard the story
d15	Children like the early flowers
d16	Children listen to the strains
d17	Children of Jerusalem sang the praise
d18	Come, bring the song of gladsome sound
d19	Come, come, come, come to the Infant school
d20	Come, come, come, the little birds rejoice
d21	Come, Holy Spirit, come; Let thy bright beams divine
d22	Come, Holy Spirit, come, With energy divine
d23	Come, ye children, stop no longer
d24	Creator, Redeemer, and Spirit of truth
d25	Feed my lambs, how condescending
d26	Go thou, in life's fair morning
d27	God instructs to all talents few or many
d28	God is good, and slow to anger
d29	God is in Heaven, [and] can he hear
d30	Had it been mine to stand where the disciples did
d31	Hallelujah, let it be echoed
d32	Happy the child, whose youngest [early] [tender] years
d33	Hark, the Sabbath bells are ringing Let us haste without delay
d34	Heavenly Father, grant thy blessing on the instructions
d35	Heavenly Father we draw near thee
d36	How fleeting are the hours
d37	How sweet is the Sabbath, the morning [season] of rest
d38	How sweetly the morn of the Sabbath arose
d39	Humble praises, holy Jesus, Infant voices raise
d40	I know that I am but a child
d41	I love the Sabbath school
d42	I saw a little child at play
d43	I think, when I read that [the] sweet story of old
d44	If we should find a little boy
d45	I'm but a stranger [traveler] here, heaven is my home
d46	In life's first morn of early youth
d47	Jesus Christ loves little children
d48	Jesus Christ, my Lord and Savior, Once became
d49	Jesus Christ, the Truth, the Way
d50	Jesus died upon the tree
d51	Jesus, high in glory
d52	Jesus, in this [the] darksome hour
d53	Jesus says that we must love him
d54	Let all assembled here
d55	Let little children come to me
d56	Let us now, with hearts united
d57	Little children, love each other, Is the blessed Savior's rule
d58	Little children, praise the Lord
d59	Little children, stop and think
d60	Little schoolmates can you tell
d61	Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing
d62	Love and kindness we may measure
d63	Lovely is the dawn
d64	My God, who makes [makest] the sun to know
d65	Now that my journey's just begun
d66	O don't stay away, on this beautiful day
d67	O that I now could pray
d68	O that it were my chief delight
d69	O that the Lord would guide my [our] ways
d70	O that the Lord would teach my tongue
d71	O turn ye [you], O turn ye [you], for why will ye [you] die
d72	O who are they that venture near
d73	Once again with animation on this pleasant 4th July
d74	One beautiful night, When the stars were bright
d75	Our Father God who art in heaven, all hallowed
d76	Our Father in heaven we hallow thy name
d77	Our Father, who in heaven art, All hallowed be
d78	Raise high your tuneful voice
d79	Religion is the chief concern
d80	Remember thy Creator
d81	Roll on, thou mighty ocean, And as thy billows
d82	Savior, [Say], who thy flock are [art] feeding
d83	See the kind [good] Shepherd, Jesus, stands
d84	See, the lovely blooming flower
d85	Softly lay thy little head
d86	Spared to another spring
d87	Sweet is the time of spring
d88	The Bible, the Bible, More precious than gold
d89	The clock has struck, I cannot stay
d90	The heavens above thy throne, O Lord
d91	The morn of life, how fair and gay
d92	The morning sky [sun] is bright and clear
d93	The mother looked pale and her face was (quite) sad
d94	The praises of my tongue
d95	The reaper bound his sheaves
d96	The Sabbath school's a place for prayer
d97	The voice is hushed the gentle voice
d98	The weary wheels of time at last
d99	There are to me no hymns so sweet
d100	There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins]