The Sunday School Melodist

Editor: A. D. Merrill
Publisher: Charles H. Peirce & Co., Boston, Mass., 1851
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d1A few more years at most
d2A little ship was on the sea
d3A mourning class, a vacant seat
d4Almighty Father, heavenly King
d5And Jesus Christ is still the same
d6And thus the Lord did once preserve
d7Another year, another year, to us forever gone
d8Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep
d9At thy throne of mercy, Savior
d10Blest are [the] children who have taken
d11By cool Siloam's shady rill
d12Children all, both great and small
d13Children can you tell us why you
d14Children have you heard the story
d15Children like the early flowers
d16Children listen to the strains
d17Children of Jerusalem sang the praise
d18Come, bring the song of gladsome sound
d19Come, come, come, come to the Infant school
d20Come, come, come, the little birds rejoice
d21Come, Holy Spirit, come; Let thy bright beams divine
d22Come, Holy Spirit, come, With energy divine
d23Come, ye children, stop no longer
d24Creator, Redeemer, and Spirit of truth
d25Feed my lambs, how condescending
d26Go thou, in life's fair morning
d27God instructs to all talents few or many
d28God is good, and slow to anger
d29God is in Heaven, [and] can he hear
d30Had it been mine to stand where the disciples did
d31Hallelujah, let it be echoed
d32Happy the child, whose youngest [early] [tender] years
d33Hark, the Sabbath bells are ringing Let us haste without delay
d34Heavenly Father, grant thy blessing on the instructions
d35Heavenly Father we draw near thee
d36How fleeting are the hours
d37How sweet is the Sabbath, the morning [season] of rest
d38How sweetly the morn of the Sabbath arose
d39Humble praises, holy Jesus, Infant voices raise
d40I know that I am but a child
d41I love the Sabbath school
d42I saw a little child at play
d43I think, when I read that [the] sweet story of old
d44If we should find a little boy
d45I'm but a stranger [traveler] here, heaven is my home
d46In life's first morn of early youth
d47Jesus Christ loves little children
d48Jesus Christ, my Lord and Savior, Once became
d49Jesus Christ, the Truth, the Way
d50Jesus died upon the tree
d51Jesus, high in glory
d52Jesus, in this [the] darksome hour
d53Jesus says that we must love him
d54Let all assembled here
d55Let little children come to me
d56Let us now, with hearts united
d57Little children, love each other, Is the blessed Savior's rule
d58Little children, praise the Lord
d59Little children, stop and think
d60Little schoolmates can you tell
d61Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing
d62Love and kindness we may measure
d63Lovely is the dawn
d64My God, who makes [makest] the sun to know
d65Now that my journey's just begun
d66O don't stay away, on this beautiful day
d67O that I now could pray
d68O that it were my chief delight
d69O that the Lord would guide my [our] ways
d70O that the Lord would teach my tongue
d71O turn ye [you], O turn ye [you], for why will ye [you] die
d72O who are they that venture near
d73Once again with animation on this pleasant 4th July
d74One beautiful night, When the stars were bright
d75Our Father God who art in heaven, all hallowed
d76Our Father in heaven we hallow thy name
d77Our Father, who in heaven art, All hallowed be
d78Raise high your tuneful voice
d79Religion is the chief concern
d80Remember thy Creator
d81Roll on, thou mighty ocean, And as thy billows
d82Savior, [Say], who thy flock are [art] feeding
d83See the kind [good] Shepherd, Jesus, stands
d84See, the lovely blooming flower
d85Softly lay thy little head
d86Spared to another spring
d87Sweet is the time of spring
d88The Bible, the Bible, More precious than gold
d89The clock has struck, I cannot stay
d90The heavens above thy throne, O Lord
d91The morn of life, how fair and gay
d92The morning sky [sun] is bright and clear
d93The mother looked pale and her face was (quite) sad
d94The praises of my tongue
d95The reaper bound his sheaves
d96The Sabbath school's a place for prayer
d97The voice is hushed the gentle voice
d98The weary wheels of time at last
d99There are to me no hymns so sweet
d100There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins]

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