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301 | Dear pastor, and teachers, and friends | | | | | | | |
302 | Far over the ocean, our teachers oft say | | | | | | | |
303 | Strew the sweet flowers | | | | | | | |
304 | Truth we have oftentimes been told | | | | | | | |
305 | Some call us the infants | | | | | | | |
306 | Why is it that the little child | | | | | | | |
307 | A little while, saith yonder sun | | | | | | | |
308 | O the Sabbath school's a refuge | | | | | | | |
309 | I read about a man that wore | | | | | | | |
310 | Our good superintendent | | | | | | | |
311 | One thing is needful in this world | | | | | | | |
312 | The mites have the blessing | | | | | | | |
313 | Went we forth from this place weeping | | | | | | | |
314 | We thank thee, Lord, that here again | | | | | | | |
315 | We pray for one, who with us here | | | | | | | |
316 | Time is winging us away | | | | | | | |
317 | Thy will be done, In devious way | | | | | | | |
318 | Hark, on my pathway eternity treads | | | | | | | |
319 | There is a harp whose thrilling sound | | | | | | | |
320 | O sing to me of heaven | | | | | | | |
321 | Afflictions, though they seem severe | | | | | | | |
322 | The chariot, the chariot, its wheels roll [in] fire | | | | | | | |
323 | Burst, ye emerald [pearly] gates, and bring | | | | | | | |
324 | How calm and beautiful the morn | | | | | | | |
325 | Come, let us join our friends above, who [that] have obtained the prize | | | | | | | |
326 | O mother dear, Jerusalem | | | | | | | |
327 | How sweet to reflect on the [those] joys that await me [us] | | | | | | | |
328 | Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly dove | | | | | | | |
329 | There is a path that leads to God, All others go astray | | | | | | | |
330 | Welcome, welcome, dear Redeemer | | | | | | | |
331 | Savior, visit Thy [our] plantation, grant us Lord, a gracious rain | | | | | | | |
332 | Welcome days of solemn meeting | | | | | | | |
333 | Meek and lowly, pure and holy | | | | | | | |
334 | Patience, bright and happy spirit | | | | | | | |
335 | Mourner, why this fruitless sorrow | | | | | | | |
336 | When torn is the [thy] bosom by [with] sorrow [anguish] or [and] care | | | | | | | |
337 | I love to stay where my mother sleeps | | | | | | | |
338 | One sweet [bright] flower has drooped and faded | | | | | | | |
339 | Death has been here, and borne away A sister [brother] [scholar] from our side | | | | | | | |
340 | Where we oft have met in gladness | | | | | | | |
341 | The voice is hushed the gentle voice | | | | | | | |
342 | Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
343 | Why do we [ye] [you] mourn departing [departed] [for dying] friends | | | | | | | |
344 | Friend after friend departs | | | | | | | |
345 | Here we meet to part again | | | | | | | |
346 | We offer, Lord, an humble prayer | | | | | | | |
347 | How pleasant thus to dwell below | | | | | | | |
348 | Here we suffer grief and pain; Here we meet to part again | | | | | | | |
349 | Dear Father, e're we part, Now [O] let thy grace | | | | | | | |
350 | Please to watch us, blessed Savior | | | | | | | |
351 | Now is done the time of teaching | | | | | | | |
352 | Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
353 | While in the world we still [yet] remain | | | | | | | |
354 | When shall we meet again? | | | | | | | |
d1 | Praise God, from whom all blessings flow; | | | | | | | |
d2 | Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, One in three | | | | | | | |
d3 | To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost | | | | | | | |
d4 | Glory, honor, praise and power be unto the Lamb | | | | | | | |
d5 | To the eternal Three | | | | | | | |
d6 | To God the Father's throne | | | | | | | |
d7 | Father Almighty, to thee be addressed | | | | | | | |
d8 | All praise to the Father, all praise to the Son, | | | | | | | |
d9 | To him who bore the sinner's shame | | | | | | | |
d10 | To thee be praise forever | | | | | | | |
d11 | To thine anointed Son | | | | | | | |
d12 | Blessing, honor, glory, might | | | | | | | |
d13 | May the grace of Christ [God] our [the] Savior | | | | | | | |
a1 | Come sound his praise [name] abroad, And hymns | | | | | | | |
a2 | Raise we now a gladsome measure | | | | | | | |
a3 | Let every heart rejoice and sing, Let choral anthems | | | | | | | |
a4 | For what shall I praise thee | | | | | | | |
a5 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
a6 | What are these [those] soul reviving strains | | | | | | | |
a7 | Salvation, O the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
a8 | Prayer is the soul's [heart's] [saint's] sincere desire | | | | | | | |
a9 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
a10 | Lord, teach us [me] how to pray aright | | | | | | | |
a11 | How loving is Jesus, Who came from the sky | | | | | | | |
a12 | Dear Jesus ever at my side, How loving must | | | | | | | |
a13 | What vessel are you sailing in | | | | | | | |
a14 | Jesus, thy love shall [can] we forget | | | | | | | |
a15 | How tedious and tasteless [restless and tiresome] the hours | | | | | | | |
a16 | Behold, behold the Lamb of God, On the cross | | | | | | | |
a17 | Our Lord is risen from the dead, Our Jesus [Savior] is gone | | | | | | | |
a18 | O God, to thy promise our hrearts humbly cling | | | | | | | |
a19 | At Sunday school you're sure to find | | | | | | | |
a20 | O the Sabbath morning, beautiful and bright | | | | | | | |
a21 | Come with us today, O come | | | | | | | |
a22 | Pleasant is the Sabbath bell | | | | | | | |
a23 | Holy Bible, well I love thee | | | | | | | |
a24 | God is my strong salvation | | | | | | | |
a25 | Our hope is built on nothing less | | | | | | | |
a26 | See the shining dew-drops, | | | | | | | |
a27 | Stand up for Jesus, All who lead his host | | | | | | | |
a28 | Light of life, seraphic fire, Love divine, thyself impart | | | | | | | |
a29 | Do not I love thee, O my Lord [God]? Behold my heart and see | | | | | | | |
a30 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
a31 | When through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming | | | | | | | |
a32 | Thy way, not mine, O Lord | | | | | | | |
a33 | Gently, Lord, O gently lead us | | | | | | | |