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1 | There seems a voice in every gale | | | | | | | |
2 | We are but young--yet we may sing | | | | | | | |
3 | Why have we lips, if not to sing | | | | | | | |
4 | I'll awake at dawn on the Sabbath day | | | | | | | |
6 | Oh, blest art thou, whose steps may rove | | | | | | | |
7 | How sweetly on yon tranquil stream | | | | | | | |
8 | We meet to sing with teachers dear | | | | | | | |
9 | Jesus, in Christian love we meet | | | | | | | |
10 | In life's gay morn let children learn | | | | | | | |
11 | Great God; to thee my evening song | | | | | | | |
12 | While in the world we still remain | | | | | | | |
13 | Great God of Nations, now to thee | | | | | | | |
14 | In life's young morn of rising youth | | | | | | | |
15 | Soft be the gently breathing notes | | | | | | | |
16 | A mourning class, a vacant seat | | | | | | | |
17 | Lord, let our prayers to thee ascend | | | | | | | |
18 | The voice is hushed--the gentle voice | | | | | | | |
19 | Guardian of souls, throughout my days | | | | | | | |
20 | I love to have the Sabbath come | | | | | | | |
21 | Another six days' work is done | | | | | | | |
22 | When morning comes the birds arise | | | | | | | |
23 | To God the Father, God the Son | | | | | | | |
24 | Great God! and wilt thou be so kind | | | | | | | |
25 | This is a precious book indeed | | | | | | | |
26 | Oft as the bell, with solemn toll | | | | | | | |
27 | The Bible! the Bible! more precious than gold | | | | | | | |
28 | Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
29 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
30 | How sweet the hour of closing day | | | | | | | |
31 | Great God! behold before thy throne | | | | | | | |
32 | Dear Saviour, if these lambs should stray | | | | | | | |
33 | Come hither, all ye weary souls! | | | | | | | |
34 | 'Tis finished--so the Saviour cried | | | | | | | |
35 | Jesus! and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
36 | Praise God, from whom all blessings flow | | | | | | | |
37 | Jesus, the condescending king | | | | | | | |
38 | The Lord is here! he sees us too | | | | | | | |
39 | O Lord, behold before thy throne | | | | | | | |
40 | When I look up to yonder sky | | | | | | | |
41 | What are those soul-reviving strains | | | | | | | |
42 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
43 | How precious is the book divine | | | | | | | |
44 | Lord, I would own thy tender care | | | | | | | |
45 | My God, who makes the sun to know | | | | | | | |
46 | See, the day is dawning! | | | | | | | |
47 | O come, let us sing, Our youthful hearts now swelling | | | | | | | |
48 | Soon as I heard my Father say | | | | | | | |
49 | In vain I search creation o'er | | | | | | | |
50 | Why should we spend our youthful days | | | | | | | |
51 | Now condescend, Almighty King | | | | | | | |
52 | See the kind Shepherd, Jesus, stands | | | | | | | |
53 | When Jesus left his Father's throne | | | | | | | |
54 | I love the Sabbath school--the place | | | | | | | |
55 | Sweet Sabbath school, place dear to me | | | | | | | |
56 | We hail once more the welcome day | | | | | | | |
57 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
58 | Almighty Father, heavenly King! | | | | | | | |
59 | Happy the child whose tender years | | | | | | | |
60 | Jerusalem! my glorious home | | | | | | | |
61 | Almighty Father, gracious Lord | | | | | | | |
62 | Come, let us join the hosts above | | | | | | | |
63 | What heavenly music do I hear | | | | | | | |
64 | We lay thee in the silent tomb | | | | | | | |
65 | Our souls, by love together knit | | | | | | | |
66 | Behold once more the morning sun | | | | | | | |
67 | Prayer is the soul's sincere desire | | | | | | | |
68 | Lift up to God the voice of praise | | | | | | | |
69 | All nature shews in various views | | | | | | | |
70 | Whence those unusual bursts of joy | | | | | | | |
71 | O for a thousand tongues to sing | | | | | | | |
72 | Come, happy souls, approach your God | | | | | | | |
73 | Welcome the sweet, the sacred hour! | | | | | | | |
74 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
75 | The Sabbath bell! how sweet to me | | | | | | | |
76 | How sweet and heavenly is the sight | | | | | | | |
77 | Come, children, hail the Prince of peace | | | | | | | |
78 | There's not a tint that paints the rose | | | | | | | |
79 | To Thee, the little children's friend | | | | | | | |
80 | I saw one hanging on a tree | | | | | | | |
81 | And canst thou, sinner, slight | | | | | | | |
82 | The Saviour kindly calls Our children to his breast | | | | | | | |
83 | Did Christ o'er sinners weep | | | | | | | |
84 | A dread and solemn hour | | | | | | | |
85 | The lilies of the field | | | | | | | |
86 | Come to the mercy-seat | | | | | | | |
87 | Come, little children, come | | | | | | | |
88 | Sweet is the work, O Lord | | | | | | | |
89 | How sweet to bless the Lord | | | | | | | |
90 | Ye angels round the throne | | | | | | | |
91 | Once more before we part | | | | | | | |
92 | Come, join our Sabbath song | | | | | | | |
93 | How sweet the melting lay | | | | | | | |
96 | All the week we spend | | | | | | | |
98 | When our fathers, long ago | | | | | | | |
100 | Hark! that shout of rapturous joy | | | | | | | |
101 | Littlle travellers Zionward | | | | | | | |
102 | Happy would it be for me | | | | | | | |
103 | Sing, my soul, his wondrous love | | | | | | | |
104 | Little raindrops feed the rill | | | | | | | |
105 | Every bird can build her nest | | | | | | | |