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3 | With singing we welcome the bright Sabbath day | | | | | |  | |
4 | The bright pearly gates of the sky | | | | | |  | |
6 | I'll take my cross and bear it ever | | | | | |  | |
7 | Sing, children, sing, To the Lord your King | | | | | |  | |
8 | Pitying Saviour, look with blessing | | | | | |  | |
9 | Come without delay, seek the Saviour | | | | | |  | |
10 | Beautiful children, innocent children | | | | | |  | |
11 | I was lost, a little lamb | | | | | |  | |
12 | Hear the shout of triumph from the ransom'd throng | | | | | |  | |
13 | Get ready, get ready, hard work is before | | | | | |  | |
14 | Oh! weary with transgression | | | | | |  | |
15 | We meet, we meet, With joy to greet | | | | | |  | |
16 | When thro' the nameless ages | | | | | |  | |
17 | What a meeting that will be | [What a meeting that will be] | | |  | |  | |
18 | Only a little way farther | | | | | |  | |
19 | Come to Jesus, little one, Come to Jesus now | | | | | |  | |
20 | Hear the Sabbath school bells, as they chime the glad hour | | | | | |  | |
21 | I would love thee, God and Father | | | | | |  | |
22 | Don't think there is nothing for children to do | | | | | |  | |
23 | 'Midst the silence of the peaceful night | | | | | |  | |
24 | Ho! my comrades, see the signal | | | | | |  | |
25 | Cast thy burden on the Lord | | | | | |  | |
26 | "Hosanna in the highest," Of old the children sang | | | | | |  | |
27 | I am a little soldier | | | | | |  | |
28 | Loud above the din of war | | | | | |  | |
29 | I'm but a stranger here, Heaven is my home | | | | | |  | |
30 | Christ is precious, do you doubt him | | | | | |  | |
31 | Over the river our lov'd ones have gone | | | | | |  | |
32 | By and by, if we are faithful | | | | | |  | |
33 | There is an army, and its name is Legion | | | | | |  | |
34 | Tho' the tempest rages | | | | | |  | |
35 | Oh, why should we wander from God away! | | | | | |  | |
36 | If we feel the love of Jesus | | | | | |  | |
37 | God our Father, we would praise thee | | | | | |  | |
38 | Ring the bells merrily, ring loud and long! | | | | | |  | |
40 | There's a voice that is calling from far | | | | | |  | |
41 | Mother, watch the little feet | | | | | |  | |
42 | Fair and bright the morning | | | | | |  | |
43 | Naught can I do that will save | | | | | |  | |
44 | Is thy young heart, O, happy child! | | | | | |  | |
45 | When we get over the river and stand | | | | | |  | |
46 | O, sweet is the story of old | | | | | |  | |
47 | Jesus is tenderly calling, Oh! suffer the children to come | | | | | |  | |
48 | Hark! the voice of Jesus calling | | | | | |  | |
49 | I often think of heathen lands | | | | | |  | |
50 | Crowns of glory in the land of the blest | | | | | |  | |
51 | All worldly wealth compar'd with thee | | | | | |  | |
52 | There is a land of promise, By prophets we are told | | | | | |  | |
53 | Behold the Lamb of God! | | | | | |  | |
54 | See the heathen o'er the sea | | | | | |  | |
55 | Working for Jesus, working for Jesus | | | | | |  | |
56 | I love to tell the story | | | | | |  | |
57 | The way to heav'n is narrow | | | | | |  | |
58 | In the silent midnight watches | | | | | |  | |
59 | Come join in the praises of Jesus | | | | | |  | |
60 | We are drawing nearer, There is no delay! | | | | | |  | |
61 | Close the door lightly | | | | | |  | |
62 | How painfully pleasing the fond recollection | | | | | |  | |
63 | Shepherd, whlie thy flocks are feeding | | | | | |  | |
64 | I have work enough to do, Ere the sun goes down | | | | | |  | |
65 | Kneeling by her little bedside | | | | | |  | |
66 | There is a song I love to sing | | | | | |  | |
67 | A week again has passed away | | | | | |  | |
68 | Unto men, and not to angels | | | | | |  | |
69 | "Whosoever!" let the children | | | | | |  | |
70 | Sing for the Saviour, dear children | | | | | |  | |
71 | Jesus is waiting, Waiting for thee | | | | | |  | |
72 | O beautiful land of our hopes! | | | | | |  | |
74 | Beautiful morning, Welcome thy dawning | | | | | |  | |
75 | Guard the bible well | | | | | |  | |
76 | Touch not the wine cup, taste not the wine | | | | | |  | |
77 | O home of rest! for thee I sigh | | | | | |  | |
78 | Merrily the song of Christmas bells | | | | | |  | |
79 | Welcome, welcome, day of rest | | | | | |  | |
80 | We all love one another | | | | | |  | |
81 | We are a busy gleaning band | | | | | |  | |
82 | We are weary pilgrims In the narrow way | | | | | |  | |
83 | Friends we love are passing over | | | | | |  | |
84 | I am a youthful Christian | | | | | |  | |
85 | There's a beautiful home for thee, brother | | | | | |  | |
86 | There's a beautiful haven, far over the sea | | | | | |  | |
88 | Underneath the wintry skies | | | | | |  | |
89 | Where'er my little footsteps go | | | | | |  | |
90 | Glory in the highest, glory! | | | | | |  | |
91 | I have read of a Saviour's love | | | | | |  | |
92 | I love to think of heaven | | | | | |  | |
93 | Are you waiting? Why will you wait? | | | | | |  | |
94 | With joy tonight again we meet | | | | | |  | |
95 | Bring your every care to Jesus | | | | | |  | |
96 | In the dim and early morning | | | | | |  | |
97 | Yes, I am waiting, Lord, and it is sweet | | | | | |  | |
98 | In the pathways we are treading | | | | | |  | |
99 | Remember the Sabbath day | | | | | |  | |
100 | The forty years concluded | | | | | |  | |
101 | Waiting and watching for dawning of day | | | | | |  | |
102 | On the field we take our stand | | | | | |  | |
103 | In yon heaven all is fair | | | | | |  | |
104 | I am trusting thee, Lord Jesus | | | | | |  | |
105 | "Lovest thou me?" List to him say | | | | | |  | |
106 | I am waiting by the river | | | | | |  | |