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27 | Come and join our singing | | | | | | | |
28 | 'Tis a lesson you should heed | | | | | | | |
30 | Wake the song of Jubilee | | | | | | | |
31 | Jesus, lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
32 | Assembled in our school once more | | | | | | | |
33 | Almighty Maker, God, How wondrous is thy name! | | | | | | | |
34 | Go, when the morning shineth | | | | | | | |
35 | To Thee, O blessed Savior | | | | | | | |
36 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
37 | There's not a tint that paints the rose | | | | | | | |
38 | Lord, thou hast search'd, and seen me thro' | | | | | | | |
39 | Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear | | | | | | | |
40 | The rosy light is dawning | | | | | | | |
41 | To thee we raise our voices | | | | | | | |
42 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
43 | Come, let us join, our Lord to praise | | | | | | | |
44 | Jesus, my all, to heav'n is gone | | | | | | | |
45 | Descend from heaven, immortal Dove | | | | | | | |
46 | Pleasing spring again is here! | | | | | | | |
47 | Nature, with all her pow'rs, shall sing | | | | | | | |
48 | We come, we come, with loud acclaim | | | | | | | |
50 | Proclaim hosannas loud and clear | | | | | | | |
52 | Thy works proclaim thy glory, Lord | | | | | | | |
53 | Hail, thou once despised Jesus! | | | | | | | |
54 | Behold the morning sun | | | | | | | |
55 | The blessed Bible now engages | | | | | | | |
56 | One there is above all others | | | | | | | |
57 | Think, O ye, who fondly languish | | | | | | | |
58 | Ye hearts, with youthful vigor warm | | | | | | | |
59 | Come, let us join our cheerful songs | | | | | | | |
60 | Yes, I will extol thee, Lord of life and light | | | | | | | |
61 | Why should I gaze with frowning eye | | | | | | | |
62 | When verdure robes the fertile vale | | | | | | | |
63 | How shall the young secure their hearts | | | | | | | |
64 | My Bible! 'tis a book divine | | | | | | | |
65 | Onward, onward, swift the river flies | | | | | | | |
66 | Did Christ o'er sinners weep | | | | | | | |
67 | Life is a span--a fleeting hour | | | | | | | |
68 | Is this the kind return? | | | | | | | |
69 | A mourning class, a vacant seat | A MOURNING CLASS | | | | | | |
70 | Come away to the skies, My beloved, arise | | | | | | | |
72 | Come, let us anew, Our journey pursue | [Come, let us anew, Our journey pursue] | | | | | | |
73 | Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
74 | The Lord my Shepherd is, I shall be well supplied | | | | | | | |
75a | Oh, blest art thou, whose steps may rove | | | | | | | |
75b | How sweetly on yon tranquil stream | | | | | | | |
76 | Mary to the Savior's tomb | | | | | | | |
77 | Sister, thou wast mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
78 | Another six days' work is done | | | | | | | |
79 | In cold misfortune's cheerless day | | | | | | | |
80 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
82 | Happy angels! still ye dwell | | | | | | | |
83a | From all that dwell below the skies | | | | | | | |
83b | Praise God from whom all blessings flow | | | | | | | |
83c | To God the Father, God the Son | | | | | | | |
84 | What's this that steals, that steals upon my frame? | | | | | | | |
86 | Rejoice, rejoice, The summer months are coming | | | | | | | |
90 | Array'd in robes of morning | | | | | | | |
91 | How I love to see thee | | | | | | | |
92 | Little vale, with fairy meadows | | | | | | | |
93 | Hark! what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
94a | See the Northern Light! | | | | | | | |
94b | To Thee, our Father and our Friend | | | | | | | |
96 | The rose that all are praising | | | | | | | |
98 | O Pilot, 'tis a fearful night | | | | | | | |
100 | Hark! ye neighbors, and hear me tell | | | | | | | |
102 | The earth is beautiful | | | | | | | |
103 | Of late so brightly glowing, Lovely rose | | | | | | | |
104 | Before all lands in east or west | | | | | | | |
106 | Faintly as tolls the evening chime | | | | | | | |
108 | Up the hills on a bright sunny morn | | | | | | | |
109 | I heard a sigh, a mournful sigh | | | | | | | |
110 | I'll away, I'll away, like a pleasant boy | | | | | | | |
112 | Our cot was shelter'd in a wood | | | | | | | |
115 | My Sister dear, o'er this rude cheek | | | | | | | |
116 | I've been sitting by the hill side | | | | | | | |
118 | Oh! had I wings like a dove, I would fly | | | | | | | |
120 | O swiftly glides the bonny boat | | | | | | | |
122 | What fairy like music steals over the sea | | | | | | | |
124 | Flowers, wild wood flowers! | | | | | | | |
126 | Bright be our parting where, brightly we've met | | | | | | | |
130 | Spring, where are you waiting now | | | | | | | |
131 | Little Robin, welcome here | | | | | | | |
132 | 'Tis June, 'tis merry smiling June | | | | | | | |
133 | Our youthful hearts with Temp'rance burn | | | | | | | |
134 | Will you come to the spring that is sparkling and light | | | | | | | |
135 | With banner and with badge we come | | | | | | | |
136 | Friends of Freedom! swell the song | | | | | | | |
138 | Oft in the stilly night | | | | | | | |
139 | This day to greet, with joy we meet | | | | | | | |
140 | Come, let songs of joy and gladness | | | | | | | |