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5 | The Saviour has been passing by | | | | | | | |
6 | Strew the sweet flowers | | | | | | | |
8 | I love the Lord who brought me through | | | | | | | |
9 | Come, ye that know and fear the Lord | | | | | | | |
10 | Oh where is little Brother gone? | | | | | | | |
11 | Beautiful Zion, built above | | | | | | | |
12 | Soul! thou art a priceless gem | | | | | | | |
14 | 'Tis better, now, to seek the Lord | | | | | | | |
15 | Majestic sweetness sits enthroned | | | | | | | |
16 | We love to go to Sabbath school | | | | | | | |
17 | Far over the ocean, our teachers oft say | | | | | | | |
18 | My heavenly home is bright and fair | | | | | | | |
19 | The flower that in the morning's dawn | | | | | | | |
20 | All hail the power of Jesus' name! | CORONATION | | | | | | |
21 | Lord, I have made thy word my choice | | | | | | | |
22 | When God's holy day is breaking | | | | | | | |
23 | Oh where is little brother gone | | | | | | | |
24 | Preserved by thine Almighty power | | | | | | | |
25 | Days, and weeks, and months, returning | | | | | | | |
26 | Into her chamber, went | | | | | | | |
27 | When welcome spring returned | | | | | | | |
28 | The flowers are preachers, Frances | | | | | | | |
29 | Earth, sea, and sky, three minstrels, sung | | | | | | | |
30 | When th'time of our earthly sojourning is o'er | | | | | | | |
32 | An angel came as once I slept | | | | | | | |
33 | Out on an ocean all boundless, we ride | | | | | | | |
34 | What sinners value I resign | | | | | | | |
35 | Before the great Shepherd ascended on high | | | | | | | |
36 | Grateful to me thine ointment, Mary | | | | | | | |
37 | Go sow thy seed on the mountain's top | | | | | | | |
38a | Our Jesus, before he went home | | | | | | | |
38b | Dear Pastor, and Teachers, and friends | | | | | | | |
39 | The Sabbath school's a place for prayer | | | | | | | |
40 | To the wand'ring and the weary | | | | | | | |
41 | Upon the waters cast thy bread | | | | | | | |
42 | The eye that saw me, blessed me | | | | | | | |
43 | Come, beloved Teachers, tell us | | | | | | | |
44 | There, in her cradle coffin | | | | | | | |
46 | Your harps, ye trembling saints | | | | | | | |
47 | As in the open field I strayed | | | | | | | |
47b | Mother, I've been to see the flower | | | | | | | |
48 | Oh mother! tell me, If you can | | | | | | | |
49 | O, do not be discouraged | | | | | | | |
50 | By the still waters, there I saw a happy throng | | | | | | | |
51 | My soul be on thy guard | | | | | | | |
52 | We bid thee welcome, Sabbath morn! | | | | | | | |
53 | Come, children, and join in our festival song | | | | | | | |
54 | We're th' lambs of the flock, and no danger we fear | | | | | | | |
55 | Awake, my soul, in joyful lays | | | | | | | |
56 | Tomorrow, Lord, is thine | | | | | | | |
57 | How beauteous are their feet | | | | | | | |
58 | The breath of prayer hath fragrancy | | | | | | | |
59 | Awaked by Sinai's awful sound | | | | | | | |
60 | I'll awake at dawn on the Sabbath day | | | | | | | |
61a | Deep in the wood, where none | | | | | | | |
61b | A little while, saith yonder sun | | | | | | | |
62 | Lovest thou me, thou erring one? | | | | | | | |
64 | Joyfully, joyfully, onward we move | | | | | | | |
65 | Oh, the Sabbath school's a refuge | | | | | | | |
66 | I am wretched, poor, and needy | | | | | | | |
67 | Come listen to my story, a story sad to sing | | | | | | | |
68 | I have a Father in the promised land | | | | | | | |
69 | Full many a child whose life began | | | | | | | |
70 | Behold! behold! the Lamb of God | | | | | | | |
71 | I saw a child kneel down | | | | | | | |
72 | I dreamed I had a little vine | | | | | | | |
73 | The Sunday school, that blessed place | | | | | | | |
74 | In the far better land of glory and light | | | | | | | |
76 | When I would be a Christian | | | | | | | |
77 | Who shall sing, if not the children? | | | | | | | |
78 | Mary to her Saviour's tomb | | | | | | | |
79 | One thing is needful in this world | | | | | | | |
80 | The winter winds may meet and moan | | | | | | | |
81 | Awake! awake! your bed forsake | | | | | | | |
82 | I stood beside a little grave | | | | | | | |
84 | Must Jesus bear the cross alone | | | | | | | |
85 | Sweet land of rest! for thee I sigh | | | | | | | |
86 | A sweet little maiden awoke from her slumbers | | | | | | | |
88 | Sabbath schools must have their concert | | | | | | | |
90 | Upon a green and sunny bank | | | | | | | |
91 | They tell us there's a city bright | | | | | | | |
92 | Live on the field of battle! | | | | | | | |
93 | I've got a little Bible | | | | | | | |
94 | How sad a sight to see | | | | | | | |
95 | I was once a thoughtless wanderer | | | | | | | |
96 | I was a wandering sheep | | | | | | | |
97 | From every stormy wind that blows | | | | | | | |
98 | "Mercy, O thou son of David!" | | | | | | | |
99 | My faith looks up to thee | | | | | | | |
100 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
101 | Who was in the manger laid? | | | | | | | |
102 | I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger | | | | | | | |
103 | The morning light is breaking | | | | | | | |
104 | O happy land! O happy land! | | | | | | | |
105 | There is a happy land, Far, far away | | | | | | | |
106 | Little travellers Zionward | | | | | | | |
107a | Am I coming, truly coming | | | | | | | |
107b | Little drops of water | | | | | | | |
108 | Once was heard the song of children | | | | | | | |
109 | The Sabbath sun was setting slow | | | | | | | |