A quem sua vida nos fez doação | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | Portuguese | 2 |
A voice that I hear, across the sea | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | English | 4 |
Above the bruised face | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | | 2 |
Alguien está a mi puerta | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | Spanish | 3 |
All around were field and forest | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 2 |
All over the sacred pages, the lives, almost divine | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 2 |
Along the silent path | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | English | 7 |
Are you staying, safely staying | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | English | 22 |
As forth from the city, went Jesus one day | Mrs. M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 4 |
At dewy dawn, in misty morn | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 2 |
Be with us, O Father dear | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 2 |
Beautiful lake of Galilee | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | | 2 |
Beautiful river, flowing forever | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | | 2 |
Behold the glorious banner of salvation | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | English | 9 |
Behold the little flock, precious lambs of Jesus! | Mrs. M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 6 |
Beyond this land of parting, losing and leaving | Mrs. M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 40 |
Birds are rejoicing | Mrs. M. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 3 |
Charlie wants a piece of bread | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | | 3 |
Cheerful raise a joyful tune | Mrs. Slade (Author) | English | 4 |
Children, children why do you sing | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | | 2 |
Come dearest Lord, and bless this day | Slade (Author) | English | 2 |
Come down beside the waters, so calm, and sweet and still | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | English | 3 |
Come happy children, fold each little hand | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 2 |
Come hither, little children | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | | 2 |
Come, merry lad, I am waiting for you | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | | 2 |
Come, O come, and gaily go | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | | 2 |
De obscuras regiones | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | Spanish | 2 |
Don't you see the blue clouds | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | | 3 |
Down by the dancing billows | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 2 |
Down the bay, far away | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | | 2 |
Draw nigh to us, our Father | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | English | 4 |
Drummer boy, drummer boy, where are you speeding | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | | 4 |
Dulcemente Jesús nos llama | Mary Bridges Canedy Slade, 1826-1882 (Author) | Spanish | 2 |
Flag of freemen gone before us | Mary Slade (Author) | English | 2 |
For me, my Father calls | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 3 |
Four little feet on the entry | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | | 2 |
From all the dark places | Mrs. M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 116 |
From the Bethlehem manger home | Mrs. M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 6 |
From western wilds and waters | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 2 |
Great Naaman the Syrian | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | | 2 |
Hark, the gentle voice of Jesus falleth | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | English | 52 |
Harvest fields with golden glow [gold aglow] | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | English | 4 |
Hast erkoren, du erkoren Unsers Jesu treue Hirtenhut? | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | German | 4 |
Hear how a sower once | Mrs. M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 3 |
Hear, now, the blessed Jesus tenderly say | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 2 |
Her sad vigil keeping, Mary sat weeping | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 5 |
Holy Father, grant thy blessing To us children of Thy care | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 3 |
How happy were they | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 2 |
How strange it seems that I could | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | | 2 |
I know not what the morrow'll bring | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 2 |
I love my Father, for, on high | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | | 2 |
I love to see in pictured rest | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 3 |
I wandered just at even | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 5 |
If I, like Galilee fishers | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | English | 13 |
If the boys and girls will listen | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | | 3 |
I'm glad the holy angels | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | | 2 |
Im heil'gen Bibelworte | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | German | 1 |
I'm looking for the kingdom | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | | 2 |
In Bethlehem's manger so low | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 2 |
In the desert days of old | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 8 |
In the springtime, little sister | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | | 2 |
In the vineyard of the Master There was growing once a tree | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | English | 9 |
Into the tent where a gypsy boy lay | Mrs. M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 109 |
I've strayed till late, the night is falling | Mrs. M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 6 |
Jesus in the temple, with the doctors wise | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | English | 4 |
Let us raise a song for the pathway long | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 2 |
Lift up, lift up each cheerful voice | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 2 |
Lightly, gently, gaily glide | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 2 |
Liken the kingdom to the springing | Mrs. M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 6 |
Listen, O listen, our father all holy | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 5 |
Long ago when little children | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | English | 6 |
Look abroad over the fields of the nation | Mrs. M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 4 |
Lord, must I go, the desert ways along? | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 2 |
Marching on, marching on, come the glad children here | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 2 |
Ninety nine in the safe fold abiding | Mrs. M. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 2 |
No sounding battle-cry we ring | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | | 2 |
Not on the mount nor [not] beside | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 3 |
Now, all our work is done | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 2 |
O Christmas child, so wise and dear! | Mary Slade (Author) | English | 2 |
O I love to think how Jesus | Mrs. M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 7 |
O say who is he | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 2 |
O ye who have lost your possessions of peace | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 3 |
O'er fragrant summer fields | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | | 2 |
Over the desert and dreary way | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | English | 4 |
Over the hills and adown the snowy dells | Mrs. M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 6 |
Once a feast was made and the board was laid | Mrs. M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 3 |
Once, forth to meet the bridegroom | Mrs. M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 4 |
Once over Judea's hills by night | Mrs. M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 4 |
One bright and pleasant summer day | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 2 |
One day I saw a little child | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 2 |
One more year has gone | Mrs. M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 5 |
One! two! three! four! five! six! seven! | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 2 |
Otro año más queda ya atrás | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | Spanish | 2 |
Our Lord hath sent a Shepherd | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 2 |
Over the waters, dark and foaming | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 5 |
Peaceful the morning, quiet the day | Mrs. M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 5 |
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, Happy children now in the temple sing | Mrs. M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 8 |
Raise your little hands and point them to the north | Mary B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 2 |
Rocked upon the raging billow | Mary B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 5 |
Say, have you read in the story olden | Mrs. M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 5 |
Say, who hath sorrow, contentions and woe? | Mrs. M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 5 |
School is done, school is done | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | | 2 |
See, O see, as here we stand | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 2 |
See the merry farmer boy | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 2 |
Seven fishers went out by night at sea | Mrs. M. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 4 |
Sing, brother, sing, for the night | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | | 2 |
Sowing, sowing, sowing the precious seed | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 2 |
Springtime brings the robin | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 2 |
Sweet is the promise faith sees enrolled | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | | 3 |
Sweetly, Lord, have we heard Thee calling | Mary B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 217 |
Tell it again, tell it again, Salvation's story repeat over and over (Chorus) | Mary B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 1 |
Thank God for our country | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | | 2 |
The children are waiting | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | | 2 |
The Lord, our God, hath made the pleasant wildwood shade | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | English | 2 |
The Master stood at the vineyard gate | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | English | 6 |
The ninety and nine, His dear ones that stay | Mrs. M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 2 |
The sun is rising over the ocean | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 2 |
The voice of the Lord sweetly sayeth to me | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 3 |
The year is hasting | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 2 |
There's a beautiful place for you and for me | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | English | 10 |
There's a city of God | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | | 2 |
There's a fountain free, 'tis for you and me | Mary B. C. L. Slade, 1826-1882 (Author) | English | 48 |
There's a wail from the islands of the sea | Mrs. M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 14 |
This day no thorn crowned cross of pain | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | English | 4 |
This is the way the mist goes up | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 2 |
This is the way the snow comes down | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | English | 9 |
Thou Bethsaida, the lovely, down beside the sea | Mrs. M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 2 |
Thou, O Lord, all our sin and sorrow knowing | Mrs. M. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 2 |
Thou who in Thy church of old | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | English | 4 |
'Tis the story ever new | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | | 2 |
To the heavenly Jerusalem | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 9 |
Tumesikia ukisema | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | Swahili | 1 |
Una fuente hay que la vida da | Mary Slade (Author) | Spanish | 2 |
Up to the bountiful Giver of life | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | English | 105 |
Very early in the morn, Came to marys, weeping | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | | 2 |
We are little soldier men | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 2 |
We are marching to Canaan, through the desert vast | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 6 |
We love the sunny days of Spring | Mrs. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 4 |
We show you now, with lips and hands | Mrs. M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 2 |
We sing the year's long [glad] story of Sabbath service done | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 3 |
We will go down among the meadows | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 2 |
What is pure and fair and white | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 2 |
What saith Jehovah, the holy one | Mrs. M. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 4 |
What story so sweet is the song | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | | 2 |
When flowery summer is at hand | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | | 2 |
When Jesus Christ was on earth | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | | 2 |
When our beloved Jesus rode | Mary B. C. Slade (Author) | | 2 |
When the blessed Savior walked on earth below | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | English | 2 |
When the cry shall be made at the midnight | Miss Mariana B. Slade (Author) | English | 9 |
When the earth awakes with singing | Mary B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 2 |
Where almond groves are vineyards | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | | 2 |
Where Potomac's stream | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 2 |
Where shall the good children go when they die | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 2 |
Where the jasper walls are beaming, Where the pearly portals are glowing | Mrs. M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 17 |
Who at my door is standing | Mrs. C. Slade (Author) | English | 112 |
With His dear and loving care | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | English | 11 |