# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | A beautiful land by faith I see | | | | | | | |
d2 | A charge to keep I have, A God to glorify | | | | | | | |
d3 | A little longer here below | | | | | | | |
d4 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
d5 | And can I yet delay | | | | | | | |
d6 | Another six days' work is done | | | | | | | |
d7 | Approach, my soul, the mercy seat | | | | | | | |
d8 | Around the throne of God in heaven, thousands | | | | | | | |
d9 | Beautiful star in heaven so bright | | | | | | | |
d10 | Beautiful Zion, built above; Beautiful city that I love | | | | | | | |
d11 | Before Jehovah's awful throne | | | | | | | |
d12 | Children of the heavenly king as we journey | | | | | | | |
d13 | Come, children, and join in our festival song | | | | | | | |
d14 | Come, let our voices join in one glad [joyful] song [songs] of praise | | | | | | | |
d15 | Come, let us join our cheerful songs With angels round the throne | | | | | | | |
d16 | Come, little soldiers, join in our band | | | | | | | |
d17 | Come sing to me of heaven | | | | | | | |
d18 | Come sinners to the gospel feast | | | | | | | |
d19 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
d20 | Come to the Sabbath School, All children | | | | | | | |
d21 | Come, ye [you] disconsolate, where'er ye [you] languish | | | | | | | |
d22 | Come ye [you] sinners, poor and wretched [needy], Weak and wounded | | | | | | | |
d23 | Come, ye [you] [we] that [who] love the Lord [Christ], And let your [our] joys | | | | | | | |
d24 | Dear friends, with joy we meet you here | | | | | | | |
d25 | Do not I love thee, O my Lord [God]? Behold my heart and see | | | | | | | |
d26 | Eternal Father, God of grace | | | | | | | |
d27 | Father, I stretch my hand [hands] to thee | | | | | | | |
d28 | For a season called to part | | | | | | | |
d29 | From all that [who] dwell [dwells] below the [in earth and] skies | | | | | | | |
d30 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
d31 | Glory be to God on high, God whose glory fills the sky | | | | | | | |
d32 | Gushing so bright in the mornning light | | | | | | | |
d33 | Happy the children who are gone | | | | | | | |
d34 | Hark, the angels singing, Wake the happy morn | | | | | | | |
d35 | Hark, the Sabbath bells are ringing Children, haste without delay | | | | | | | |
d36 | Haste [Hasten], [O] sinner [sinners] [now] to be wise | | | | | | | |
d37 | Here we meet to part again | | | | | | | |
d38 | Holy Bible, book divine, Precious treasure, thou art mine | | | | | | | |
d39 | How do thy mercies close me round? | | | | | | | |
d40 | How happy are they, Who the [their] Savior [Jesus] obey | | | | | | | |
d41 | How happy is the pilgrim's lot | | | | | | | |
d42 | How pleasant thus to dwell below | | | | | | | |
d43 | I have a Father in the promised land | | | | | | | |
d44 | I love the Sabbath school, the place | | | | | | | |
d45 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
d46 | I sing the almighty power of God | | | | | | | |
d47 | I want to be an angel, and with the angels stand | | | | | | | |
d48 | I would not live alway [always], I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
d49 | I'm a pilgrim and I'm a stranger, I can tarry | | | | | | | |
d50 | In the Christian's home in [of] glory | | | | | | | |
d51 | Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave | | | | | | | |
d52 | Jesus, Lord, we look to thee | | | | | | | |
d53 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
d54 | Jesus, my [mine] [our] all, to heaven is [has] gone | | | | | | | |
d55 | Jesus, to thee I now can fly | | | | | | | |
d56 | Jesus, we cast ourselves on thee | | | | | | | |
d57 | Joyfully, joyfully, onward I [we] move | | | | | | | |
d58 | Kind words can never die, Cherished and blest | | | | | | | |
d59 | Live on the field of battle | | | | | | | |
d60 | Lo what an entertaining sight | | | | | | | |
d61 | Lord, I cannot let thee go Till a blessing thou bestow | | | | | | | |
d62 | Lord, we come before thee now | | | | | | | |
d63 | Loving Jesus, gentle Lamb | | | | | | | |
d64 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
d65 | My God, my life, my love, to thee, to thee I call | | | | | | | |
d66 | My God, my portion, and my love, my everlasting all. | | | | | | | |
d67 | My God, the spring of all my joys | | | | | | | |
d68 | My heavenly home is bright and fair we'll be gathered home | | | | | | | |
d69 | O do not be discouraged, For Jesus is your friend | | | | | | | |
d70 | O for a thousand tongues to sing my great [dear] Redeemer's praise | | | | | | | |
d71 | O happy day that fixed [seals] [stays] my choice | | | | | | | |
d72 | O Jesus, my Savior, I know thou art mine | | | | | | | |
d73 | O the Sabbath morning, beautiful and bright | | | | | | | |
d74 | O 'tis delight, without alloy | | | | | | | |
d75 | O when shall I [we] see Jesus and dwell [reign] with Him above | | | | | | | |
d76 | Of him who did salvation bring I could for ever think and sing | | | | | | | |
d77 | On every sunny mountain | | | | | | | |
d78 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
d79 | Once more before we part, O [we'll] bless the Savior's [Redeemer's] name | | | | | | | |
d80 | Once more we bow before our God; Once more his blessing we ask | | | | | | | |
d81 | Our bondage here [it] shall [will] end by and by | | | | | | | |
d82 | Out on an ocean all boundless we ride | | | | | | | |
d83 | Rejoice, rejoice, the promised time is coming | | | | | | | |
d84 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d85 | Sabbath schools must have their concerts | | | | | | | |
d86 | Salvation, O the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
d87 | Show pity Lord, O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
d88 | Sinner [sinners] turn, why will ye [you] die | | | | | | | |
d89 | Sister, thou wast [wert] mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
d90 | Star of peace to wanderers weary [dreary] | | | | | | | |
d91 | Sweetly the Sabbath bell steals on the air | | | | | | | |
d92 | Thanks to God for every blessing | | | | | | | |
d93 | The dearest spot on earth to me is home | | | | | | | |
d94 | The praying spirit breathe | | | | | | | |
d95 | The Sunday school army has gathered once more | | | | | | | |
d96 | The Sunday school that blessed place | | | | | | | |
d97 | There is a beautiful world Where saints and angels sing | | | | | | | |
d98 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d99 | This is the day the Lord hath [has] made, He calls | | | | | | | |
d100 | Thou, who didst with love and blessing | | | | | | | |