# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
19 | Nearer, my God, to thee | | | | | | | |
20 | Blessed Hope, with her anchor of safety | | | | | | | |
21 | Shall we gather at the river | | | | | | | |
22 | I think, when I read that sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
23 | Jesus wept! those tears are over | | | | | | | |
24 | That clime is not like this dull clime of ours | | | | | | | |
25 | When rosy morning dawneth | | | | | | | |
26 | Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer! | | | | | | | |
27 | Far, far o'er hill and dell, on the winds stealing | | | | | | | |
27b | Sinners, say will you go | | | | | | | |
28 | Out on an ocean all boundless we ride | | | | | | | |
29 | Blest be the tie that binds | | | | | | | |
30 | Let every heart rejoice and sing | | | | | | | |
31 | Shall we meet beyond the river | | | | | | | |
32 | I will ever cling to Jesus | | | | | | | |
33 | Come, children, come to the Sunday school | | | | | | | |
34 | Flee as a bird to your mountain! | | | | | | | |
35 | Should sorrow o'er thy brow | | | | | | | |
35b | O gracious Lord of all! | | | | | | | |
36 | Have you heard, have you heard of that happy clime? | | | | | | | |
37 | There was a place in childhood | | | | | | | |
38 | I love to hear the children singing | | | | | | | |
39 | Morn amid the mountains | | | | | | | |
39b | For a season called to part | | | | | | | |
40 | Shall we sing in heaven forever | | | | | | | |
41 | Finish thy work, the time is short | | | | | | | |
42 | Far away in the land of the pure and bright | | | | | | | |
43 | Hark! the deep toned bell is calling! | | | | | | | |
44 | We are on our journey home | | | | | | | |
45 | To thee, O blessed Savior | | | | | | | |
46 | We have met in love together | | | | | | | |
47 | Strike the cymbal, roll the tymbal | | | | | | | |
50 | Hark! ye neighbors, and hear me tell | | | | | | | |
51 | We are on our journey home | | | | | | | |
52 | Oh come, let us sing! | | | | | | | |
53 | Shout the tidings of salvation | | | | | | | |
54 | There is a happy land, Far far away | | | | | | | |
55 | We have come rejoicing on this happy day | | | | | | | |
56 | The Sunday school, that blessed place | | | | | | | |
57 | What are those soul-reviving strains | | | | | | | |
58 | Only waiting till the shadows | | | | | | | |
59 | I'm but a stranger here, Heaven is my home | | | | | | | |
60 | When Jesus once came to Jerusalem's gate | | | | | | | |
61 | I want to be an angel, And with the angels stand | | | | | | | |
62 | Hark! what joyful notes are swelling | | | | | | | |
64 | My heart is fixed, Eternal God | | | | | | | |
65 | When through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming | | | | | | | |
66 | There is a better world they say | | | | | | | |
67 | O, how I love the Sunday-school | | | | | | | |
68 | In the Christian's home in glory | | | | | | | |
69 | Be glad, little children | | | | | | | |
70 | Flee as a bird to your mountain | | | | | | | |
71 | Would you be as angels are | | | | | | | |
72 | The Bible reveals a glorious land | | | | | | | |
73 | At the dawn of the day, came Mary away | | | | | | | |
74 | I hear a sweet voice at dawn of day | | | | | | | |
75 | Joyfully, joyfully, onward I move | | | | | | | |
76 | They are sowing their seed in the daylight fair | | | | | | | |
78 | This God is the God we adore | | | | | | | |
79 | Come, come, come! Come to the sunset tree | | | | | | | |
80 | Listen to a joyous strain | | | | | | | |
81 | The Author of salvation | | | | | | | |
82 | Lord! teach us children how to pray | | | | | | | |
83 | This book is all that's left me now | | | | | | | |
84 | How pleasant thus to dwell below | | | | | | | |
85 | What mean so many little feet | | | | | | | |
86 | With joy we meet, With love we greet | | | | | | | |
87 | All you that are weary and sad, come | | | | | | | |
90 | List, to the dreamy tone that dwells | | | | | | | |
91 | O thou, who from the infant's tongue | | | | | | | |
92 | There is a rest for the weary Soldier | | | | | | | |
93 | What if a little ray of light | | | | | | | |
94 | Come to the Sunday-School | | | | | | | |
94b | Jesus, Lord, to thee I come | | | | | | | |
95 | Come, Children, come Children, wherever you roam | | | | | | | |
96 | O'er the stormy hills of darkness | | | | | | | |
97 | Who shall sing, if not the children? | | | | | | | |
98 | We're going home, we've had visions bright | | | | | | | |
100 | Are you marching, patient, marching | | | | | | | |
101 | Onward, fellow-teachers, onward | | | | | | | |
102 | "I'm trying to climb up Zion's Hill" | | | | | | | |
103 | Yes, our Shepherd leads with gentle hand | | | | | | | |
104 | When we hear the music ringing | | | | | | | |
106 | We love the sunny days of spring | | | | | | | |
107 | I will sing for Jesus, With his blood he bought me | | | | | | | |
108 | When sorrow and doubts are gathered around thee | | | | | | | |
109 | It takes a very humble soul | | | | | | | |
110 | Out in the wildwood and the grove | | | | | | | |
111 | Patience is an angel spirit | | | | | | | |
112 | The Lark sits high on the walnut tree | | | | | | | |
113 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
114 | There's a ship upon the sea | | | | | | | |
115 | Do you love Jesus, Jesus the Savior? | | | | | | | |
116 | If you cannot, in the pulpit | | | | | | | |
117 | Blessed Bible, how I love it! | | | | | | | |
118 | Come and be a Christian | | | | | | | |
119 | Our army's called the Sunday-School | | | | | | | |
120 | Lovely Lord's day morning | | | | | | | |
121 | Songs of praise awoke the morn | | | | | | | |
122 | When the morn of life is beamin | | | | | | | |