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The lilies of the field, That quickly fade away
Thou art the WAY--to thee alone
The pity of the Lord
To thy temple I repair
Teach me, my God and King
The Bible! 'tis a book divine
There is a path that leads to God
To our dear Sabbath-school there ought many to come
The Saviour calls--let every ear
Thus saith the Lord, My Church, to thee
To thy temple I repair
The birthday of the Sabbath-school
'Tis religion that can give
The Sabbath-school I love
To thee, O blessed Saviour
Time is winging us away
The Sabbath-school's a place of prayer
There is a grassy bed
The seraphs bright are hovering
To God I lift mine eyes
The rolling year! the rolling year!
The Ways of Wisdom
Try us, O God, and search the ground
The short-lived day declines in haste
To thy pastures, fair and large
Thou, sore oppressed, the sabbath-rest
Thus far the Lord has led me on
To thee, O blessed Saviour
To Thee be praise forever
Thy praises, gracious Lord
To God--the Father, Son, And Spirit--Three in One
Thou, sore oppressed, the Sabbath-rest
To-day the Saviour calls
"Thy will be done!" In devious ways the hurrying stream of life may run
Thus far we're spared again to meet
Thou, sore oppressed, The Sabbath-rest
To our dear Sabbath-school there ought many to come
The light of Sabbath-eve
Thou, sore oppressed, the sabbath-rest
There is a time when moments flow
Then, O my Lord, prepare
Then, O my Lord, prepare
The gloomy night of sadness
The mellow eve is gliding, serenely down the west
The pity of the Lord
The Sunday school is ope to you
There is a glorious world of light
There is a God who [that] reigns above
This is the day the Lord hath [has] made, He calls
Thou, Holy Spirit, art Of truth the promised seal

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