Sunday School Songs. 3rd ed.

#	Text	Tune
d101	O what if we are Christ's, is earthly shame or loss
d102	O when shall I dwell in mansions bright
d103	One [A] sweetly [sweet] solemn thought comes to me o'er and o'er
d104	One there is above all others, well [who] deserves
d105	Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, With the cross
d106	Our blest Redeemer, ere he breathed
d107	Our life is but a fading dawn
d108	Our loving Redeemer, we trust in thy word
d109	Pleasant are the pastures where Jesus
d110	Rejoice, rejoice, believers, and let your light
d111	Rejoice, ye pure in heart
d112	Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee
d113	Savior and Lord of all
d114	Savior, like a shepherd lead us
d115	Shall we gather at [by] the river, Where bright angel feet have trod
d116	Sing to the Lord the children's hymn
d117	Soon will our suffering [weeping] time be o'er
d118	Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross
d119	Sun of my soul [our souls], thou [my] [O] Savior [Father] dear
d120	Take my heart, O Father, take it
d121	The roseate hues of early dawn
d122	The shadows of the evening hours
d123	The Spirit in our hearts is whispering sinner come
d124	The Sunday school army has gathered once more
d125	There is a better world, they say
d126	There is a blessed home Beyond this land of woe
d127	There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins]
d128	There is a green hill far away, Without a city wall
d129	There is an hour of hallowed peace
d130	There is no love like the love of Jesus, Never
d131	There's a Friend for little children
d132	This life, so brief, is full of grief
d133	Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb
d134	To whom, my Savior, shall I go
d135	Today the Savior calls, ye wanderers come
d136	We dwell this side of Jordan's stream
d137	When for me [us] the silent oar
d138	When I survey the wondrous cross
d139	When the weary seeking rest To Thy goodness
d140	When we've crossed the jasper sea
d141	While on life's stormy sea my bark is driven
d142	With tearful eyes I look around
d143	Worthy the Lamb of boundless sway
d144	Yes, kind Savior, grieving o'er the sad past