# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
5 | From all that dwell below the skies | | | | | | | |
6 | God is so good that he will hear | | | | | | | |
7 | My helper God! I bless thy name | | | | | | | |
8 | Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord we love | | | | | | | |
9 | My Father, when I come to thee | | | | | | | |
10 | Come let us all with heart and voice | | | | | | | |
11 | Another six days' work is done | | | | | | | |
12 | Another smiling day I see | | | | | | | |
14 | How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound | | | | | | | |
15 | Awake, my soul, and with the sun | | | | | | | |
16 | There seems a voice in ev'ry gale | | | | | | | |
17 | Another day its course has run | | | | | | | |
18 | When marshall'd on the nightly plain | | | | | | | |
20 | Jesus shall reign, wheree'er the sun | | | | | | | |
21 | Heaven is the place of rest from sin | | | | | | | |
22 | We've pass'd another Sabbath day | | | | | | | |
23 | There is a glorious world of light | | | | | | | |
24 | There's not a tint that paints the rose | | | | | | | |
25 | The bird, let loose in eastern skies | | | | | | | |
26 | I sing the mighty pow'r of God | | | | | | | |
27 | O Lord, another week is flown | | | | | | | |
28 | Lord, teach a little child to pray | | | | | | | |
29 | This is the day when Christ arose | | | | | | | |
30 | See Israel's gentle Shepherd stand | | | | | | | |
31 | Once more, my soul, the rising day | | | | | | | |
32 | Jerusalem, my happy home! | | | | | | | |
34 | Yes, I will come, my Saviour calls | | | | | | | |
35 | Come, children, hail the Prince of Peace | | | | | | | |
36 | The day is past and gone | | | | | | | |
37 | Ten thousand diff'rent flowers | | | | | | | |
38 | The Lord is ris'n indeed! | | | | | | | |
39 | Within these walls be peace! | | | | | | | |
40 | Far from these scenes of night | | | | | | | |
41 | Sweet is the task, O Lord | | | | | | | |
42 | The praises of my tongue | | | | | | | |
43 | Although the vine its fruit deny | | | | | | | |
44 | My God! thy boundless love I praise | | | | | | | |
45 | Be it my only wisdom here | | | | | | | |
46 | Begin, my soul, th'exalted lay | | | | | | | |
47 | May the grace of Christ our Saviour | | | | | | | |
48 | Lord of the worlds above | | | | | | | |
49 | Upward i lift mine eyes | | | | | | | |
50 | Sweet is the place of play | | | | | | | |
51 | Sweet is the place of play | | | | | | | |
52 | The Sunday school is open to you | | | | | | | |
54 | How happy is my Christian lot! | | | | | | | |
56 | The Sunday School with joy so full | | | | | | | |
58 | Jesus, lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
59 | Songs of praise the angels sang | | | | | | | |
60 | Watchman! tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
61 | As the sun's enlivening eye | | | | | | | |
62 | In a modest humble mind | | | | | | | |
63 | God of mercy, God of love | | | | | | | |
64 | Go to dark Gethsemane | | | | | | | |
65 | As the hart, with eager looks | | | | | | | |
66 | Saviour who thy flock art feeding | | | | | | | |
67 | Far from mortal cares retreating | | | | | | | |
68 | May the grace of Christ our Saviour | | | | | | | |
69 | Hark! what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
70 | Grant us, Lord, thy choicest blessing | | | | | | | |
71 | Lord! dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
72 | 'Tis summer--glorious summer | | | | | | | |
73 | Hail to the Lord's anointed! | | | | | | | |
74 | Go, when the morning shineth | | | | | | | |
75 | Remember thy Creator | | | | | | | |
76 | Come, when the leaves are greenest | | | | | | | |
78 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
80 | I feel within a want | | | | | | | |
81 | Come, let our voices join | | | | | | | |
82 | My father, my mother, I know | | | | | | | |
83 | The winter is over and gone | | | | | | | |
84 | My country! 'tis of thee | | | | | | | |
85 | Come thou Almighty King | | | | | | | |
86 | When shall we meet again? | | | | | | | |
87 | How sweet is the day | | | | | | | |
88 | Farewell for a time! | | | | | | | |
89 | Great source of being | | | | | | | |
90 | Go to the grave in all thy glorious prime | | | | | | | |
91 | I would not live away: I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
92 | Sweet spices they brought on their star-lighted way | | | | | | | |
93 | Our Father in heaven | | | | | | | |
94 | Jesus said: Suffer little children to come unto me and forbid them not | | | | | | | |