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3 | We are out on the ocean, sailing | | | | | | | |
6 | O happy day that fixed my choice | | | | | | | |
8 | We live as pilgrims and strangers below | | | | | | | |
9 | Out on the dark, raging waters ride | | | | | | | |
12 | We're sailing o'er the sea of life | | | | | | | |
13 | O, happy land! O, happy land! | | | | | | | |
14 | Say brother will you meet me | | | | | | | |
16 | Here we suffer grief and pain | | | | | | | |
18 | We're sailing o'er the sea of life | | | | | | | |
19 | Our compass is the sacred word | | | | | | | |
20 | O come let us sing! | | | | | | | |
22 | Savior, like a shepherd lead us | | | | | | | |
23 | Welcome friends, whose cheering presence | | | | | | | |
26 | I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger | | | | | | | |
28 | Soon on that bright and heav'nly plain | | | | | | | |
30 | Joyfully, joyfully, onward I move | | | | | | | |
32 | O! turn ye, O turn ye, for why will ye die? | | | | | | | |
34 | I'm happy, I'm happy, O, wondrous account! | | | | | | | |
36 | I love the Sabbath-school--the place | | | | | | | |
38 | Around the throne of God in heaven | | | | | | | |
40 | I want to be an angel | | | | | | | |
42 | There is a happy land | | | | | | | |
44 | I would not live alway, I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
45 | The Bible! the Bible! more precious than gold | | | | | | | |
46 | O come, children, come to the Savior today | | | | | | | |
47a | How sweet is the Sabbath, the morning of rest | | | | | | | |
47b | O, there is a river whose fresh waters flow | | | | | | | |
48 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
50 | Once was heard the song of children | | | | | | | |
52 | Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
53 | Assembled in our school once more | | | | | | | |
54 | O thou God of my salvation | | | | | | | |
55a | Now is done the time of teaching | | | | | | | |
55b | Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
56 | Hark! my soul, it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
57 | Children of the heavenly King | | | | | | | |
58 | We'll meet again! we'll meet again! | | | | | | | |
60 | Shout the tidings of salvation | | | | | | | |
61 | Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea | | | | | | | |
64 | With tearful eyes I look around | | | | | | | |
65 | Awake, my soul in joyful lays | | | | | | | |
66 | Oh! do not be discouraged | | | | | | | |
67 | Hasten sinner to be wise | | | | | | | |
68 | Will you go, sinner go | | | | | | | |
70 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
71a | Unvail thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
71b | How blest the righteous when he dies! | | | | | | | |
72 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
73 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
74 | The angels that watched 'round the tomb | | | | | | | |
76 | Blest are the sons of peace | | | | | | | |
77 | Blest be the tie that binds | | | | | | | |
78 | All hail the power of Jesus' name! | CORONATION | | | | | | |
79 | Come, let us join our cheerful songs | | | | | | | |
80 | We're pilgrims and strangers below | | | | | | | |
82 | The last lovely morning | | | | | | | |
84 | We have kindred saved in glory | | | | | | | |
85 | 'Tis low down in that beautiful valley | | | | | | | |
86 | The Christian pilgrim sings | | | | | | | |
88 | O tell me no more of this world's vain store | | | | | | | |
90 | And let this feeble body fail | | | | | | | |
92 | Speak gently to the erring one | | | | | | | |
93 | Speak gently; it is better far | | | | | | | |
94 | Salvation! O the joyful sound! | | | | | | | |
95 | With pitying eyes the Prince of peace | | | | | | | |
96 | There is a band of children dear | | | | | | | |
98 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
100 | Little drops of water | | | | | | | |
101 | Morn amid the mountains | | | | | | | |
102 | There is a band of pilgrims | | | | | | | |
104 | Jesus, let thy pitying eye | | | | | | | |
106 | Jesus, I my cross have taken | | | | | | | |
108 | Why do we mourn departing friends | | | | | | | |
110 | "Tis precious truth, O sinner hear it | | | | | | | |
111 | O sinner! see the Saviour dying | | | | | | | |
112 | Jesus, lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
114 | Here o'er the earth as a stranger I roam | | | | | | | |
116 | There is a line, by us unseen | | | | | | | |
118 | Prayer is appointed to convey | | | | | | | |
119 | We are but young--yet we may sing | | | | | | | |
120 | O for a heart to praise my God | | | | | | | |
121 | Forever here my rest shall be | | | | | | | |
122 | I'm but a stranger here, Heaven is my home | | | | | | | |
123 | Nearer, my God to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
124 | Behold! a happy happy band | | | | | | | |
126 | On Sabbath morning, O how pleasant | | | | | | | |
128 | Look to Jesus, Look to Jesus | | | | | | | |
130 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
131 | We'll not forget the Sunday-school | | | | | | | |
132 | Rock of Ages cleft for me | | | | | | | |
133 | With joyful hearts again we sing | | | | | | | |
134 | Jesus died on Calvary's mountain | | | | | | | |
135 | Shed not a tear o'er your friend's early bier | | | | | | | |
136 | There are angels hov'ring round | | | | | | | |
137 | We're traveling home to heaven above | | | | | | | |
138 | My God, how endless is thy love! | | | | | | | |
139 | From every stormy wind that blows | | | | | | | |
140 | All hail! happy day | | | | | | | |
141 | O how happy are they who their Saviour obey | | | | | | | |
142 | To-day the Savior calls | | | | | | | |