# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
13 | Praise God, from whom all blessings flow | | | | | | | |
14 | The heav'ns declare thy glory, Lord | | | | | | | |
15 | I love to have the Sabbath come | | | | | | | |
16 | Assembled in our school once more | | | | | | | |
17 | Lord, give us grace to put away | | | | | | | |
18 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
19 | When I look up to yonder sky | | | | | | | |
20 | Another six days' work is done | | | | | | | |
21 | My days on earth, how swift they run! | | | | | | | |
22 | Welcome, sweet morn, we hail with joy | | | | | | | |
24 | A mourning class, a vacant seat | | | | | | | |
25 | How kind in all his works and ways | | | | | | | |
26 | All hail the pow'r of Jesus' name! | | | | | | | |
27 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
28 | Lord, teach a little child to pray | | | | | | | |
29 | Lord, I would own thy tender care | | | | | | | |
30 | How shall the young secure their hearts | | | | | | | |
31 | Oh that the Lord would guide my ways | | | | | | | |
32 | Joy to the world, the Lord is come! | | | | | | | |
34 | This is the day when Christ arose | | | | | | | |
35 | In mercy, Lord, remember me | | | | | | | |
36 | See the kind Shepherd, Jesus, stands | | | | | | | |
37 | Death has been here, and borne away | | | | | | | |
38 | Soon as I heard my Father say | | | | | | | |
39 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
40 | O Jesus, not for pride | | | | | | | |
41 | Blest be the tie that binds | | | | | | | |
42 | Come, sound his praise abroad | | | | | | | |
43 | To praise the Saviour's name | | | | | | | |
44 | The day is past and gone | | | | | | | |
45 | A charge to keep I have, A God to glorify | | | | | | | |
46 | My soul, be on thy guard | | | | | | | |
47 | I love the volume of thy word | | | | | | | |
48 | Lo! on a narrow neck of land | | | | | | | |
49 | The Lord Jehovah reigns | | | | | | | |
50 | Blow ye the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
52 | I give immortal praise, To God the Father's love | | | | | | | |
53 | The moon is very fair and bright | | | | | | | |
54 | To thy temple I repair | | | | | | | |
55 | Come, my soul, thy suit prepare | | | | | | | |
56 | Jesus, see a little child | | | | | | | |
57 | Sinners, turn; why will ye die? | | | | | | | |
58 | While with ceaseless course the sun | | | | | | | |
60 | Jesus, lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
62 | See! another week is gone! | | | | | | | |
63 | Jesus bids me seek his face | | | | | | | |
64 | Jesus, when a little child | | | | | | | |
65 | Teach me, Lord, thy name to know | | | | | | | |
66 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
68 | To thee, O blessed Saviour | | | | | | | |
70 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
71 | One there is, above all others | | | | | | | |
72 | Jesus! hear a weeping mourner | | | | | | | |
73 | Visit, Lord, thy habitation! | | | | | | | |
74 | Hail, thou once despised Jesus! | | | | | | | |
75 | Blessed Saviour! thou hast told us | | | | | | | |
76 | Yes, we trust the day is breaking | | | | | | | |
77 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
78 | O Jesus! delight of my soul | | | | | | | |
79 | To Jesus, the crown of my hope | | | | | | | |
80 | The Lord is our Shepherd, our guardian and guide | | | | | | | |
82 | I would not live alway; I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
83 | Our Father in heaven, we hallow thy name | | | | | | | |
84 | Brightest and best of the sons of the morning | | | | | | | |
85 | My country, 'tis of thee | | | | | | | |
86 | Come, thou Almighty King | | | | | | | |
87 | Go to thy rest, my child | | | | | | | |
88 | 'Tis religion that can give | | | | | | | |
89 | Little drops of water | | | | | | | |
90a | To-day the Saviour calls: Ye wand'rers, come | | | | | | | |
90b | All the week we spend | | | | | | | |
92 | Come, children, and join in our festival song | | | | | | | |
94 | The Sunday-school, that blessed place! | | | | | | | |
96 | When the morning light drives away the night | | | | | | | |
98 | Out on an ocean all boundless we ride | | | | | | | |
100 | The Sabbath school's a place for prayer | | | | | | | |
102 | Preserved by thine Almighty power | | | | | | | |
104 | Come to the Sabbath-school, All children come | | | | | | | |
105 | There is a happy land, Far, far away | | | | | | | |
106 | Oh, come, let us sing! | | | | | | | |
108 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
110 | Joyfully, joyfully, onward we move | | | | | | | |
112 | Oh, here I'm sad and weary | | | | | | | |
114 | Kind words can never die: Cherish'd and blest | | | | | | | |
116 | Oh, we love to come to our Sabbath home | | | | | | | |
118 | Oh, do not be discouraged, For Jesus is your friend | | | | | | | |
120 | Around the throne of God in heaven | | | | | | | |
121a | Very little things are we | | | | | | | |
121b | Jesus, Lord, to thee I pray | | | | | | | |
122 | There are angels hov'ring round | | | | | | | |
123 | Stay, sinner, stay! the night comes on | | | | | | | |
124 | Jesus, my all, to heav'n is gone | | | | | | | |
126 | Say, brothers, will you meet us | | | | | | | |
127 | The morning sky is bright and clear | | | | | | | |
128 | What to me are earth's pleasures, and what its flowing tears? | | | | | | | |
130 | How pleasant thus to dwell below | | | | | | | |
132 | Oh! come, happy children, unite in our song | | | | | | | |
134 | Days, and weeks, and months, returning | | | | | | | |
136 | I have a Father in the promised land | | | | | | | |
138 | While life prolongs its precious light | | | | | | | |