# | 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] | | | | | | | |