| A quem sua vida nos fez doação | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | Portuguese | 1 |
| A voice that I hear, across the sea | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 3 |
| Above the bruised face | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | | 1 |
| Alguien está a mi puerta | Mary B. C. Slade (Author) | Spanish | 3 |
| All around were field and forest | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | | 1 |
| All over the sacred pages, the lives, almost divine | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 1 |
| Along the silent path | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 6 |
| Are you staying, safely staying | Mrs. M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 25 |
| As forth from the city, went Jesus one day | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 4 |
| At dewy dawn, in misty morn | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | | 1 |
| Be with us, O Father dear | Mary Slade (Author) | English | 1 |
| Beautiful lake of Galilee | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 1 |
| Beautiful river, flowing forever | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | | 1 |
| Behold the glorious banner of salvation | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | English | 7 |
| Behold the little flock, precious lambs of Jesus! | Mrs. M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 5 |
| Beyond this land of parting, losing and leaving | Mary B.C. Slade (Author) | English | 55 |
| Birds are rejoicing | Mary Bridges Canedy Slade (Author) | | 2 |
| Charlie wants a piece of bread | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | | 2 |
| Cheerful raise a joyful tune | Mrs. Slade (Author) | English | 3 |
| Children, children why do you sing | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 1 |
| 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 | 2 |
| Come happy children, fold each little hand | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 1 |
| Come hither, little children | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | | 1 |
| Come, merry lad, I am waiting for you | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 1 |
| Come, O come, and gaily go | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | | 1 |
| De obscuras regiones | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | Spanish | 1 |
| Dize-nos, não tens ouvido contar | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | Portuguese | 1 |
| Don't you see the blue clouds | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | | 2 |
| Down by the dancing billows | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 1 |
| Down the bay, far away | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 1 |
| Draw nigh to us, our Father | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | English | 3 |
| Drummer boy, drummer boy, where are you speeding | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | | 3 |
| Dulcemente Jesús nos llama | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | Spanish | 1 |
| Flag of freemen gone before us | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 1 |
| For me, my Father calls | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 2 |
| Four little feet on the entry | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 1 |
| From all the dark places | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | English | 126 |
| From the Bethlehem manger home | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | English | 5 |
| From western wilds and waters | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 1 |
| Great Naaman the Syrian | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 1 |
| Hark, the gentle voice of Jesus falleth | Mrs. M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 78 |
| Harvest fields with golden glow [gold aglow] | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | English | 3 |
| Hast erkoren, du erkoren Unsers Jesu treue Hirtenhut? | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | German | 3 |
| Hear how a sower once | Mrs. M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 2 |
| Hear, now, the blessed Jesus tenderly say | Mrs. Mary B. C. Slade (Author) | | 1 |
| Her sad vigil keeping, Mary sat weeping | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 4 |
| Holy Father, grant thy blessing To us children of Thy care | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 2 |
| How happy were they | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 1 |
| How strange it seems that I could | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | | 1 |
| I know not what the morrow'll bring | Mary Slade (Author) | English | 1 |
| I love my Father, for, on high | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 1 |
| I love to see in pictured rest | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 2 |
| I wandered just at even | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 4 |
| If I, like Galilee fishers | Mrs. M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 12 |
| If the boys and girls will listen | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | | 2 |
| I'm glad the holy angels | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | | 1 |
| Im heil'gen Bibelworte | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | German | 0 |
| I'm looking for the kingdom | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | | 1 |
| In Bethlehem's manger so low | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | | 1 |
| In the desert days of old | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | English | 8 |
| In the springtime, little sister | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | | 1 |
| In the vineyard of the Master There was growing once a tree | Mrs. M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 9 |
| Into the tent where a gypsy boy lay | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | English | 110 |
| 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 | 3 |
| Let us raise a song for the pathway long | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 1 |
| Lift up, lift up each cheerful voice | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 1 |
| Lightly, gently, gaily glide | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 1 |
| 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 | 4 |
| Long ago when little children | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | English | 5 |
| 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 | 1 |
| Marching on, marching on, come the glad children here | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 1 |
| Ninety nine in the safe fold abiding | Mrs. M. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 1 |
| No sounding battle-cry we ring | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | | 1 |
| Not on the mount nor [not] beside | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 2 |
| Now, all our work is done | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 1 |
| O Christmas child, so wise and dear! | Mary Slade (Author) | English | 1 |
| O I love to think how Jesus | Mrs. M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 8 |
| O say who is he | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 1 |
| O ye who have lost your possessions of peace | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 2 |
| O'er fragrant summer fields | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | | 1 |
| Over the desert and dreary way | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | English | 3 |
| Over the hills and adown the snowy dells | Mrs. M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 5 |
| Over the waters, dark and foaming | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | English | 4 |
| Once a feast was made and the board was laid | Mrs. M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 3 |
| Once, forth to meet the bridegroom | Mary Bridges Canedy Slade (Author) | English | 4 |
| Once over Judea's hills by night | Mary Bridges Canedy Slade (Author) | English | 3 |
| One bright and pleasant summer day | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 1 |
| One day I saw a little child | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | | 1 |
| One more year has gone | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | English | 4 |
| One! two! three! four! five! six! seven! | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 1 |
| Otro año más queda ya atrás | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | Spanish | 1 |
| Our Lord hath sent a Shepherd | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 1 |
| Peaceful the morning, quiet the day | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | English | 4 |
| Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, Happy children now in the temple sing | Mrs. M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 8 |
| ¿Quién es el que me llama? ¿Quién se acera hoy? | Mary B. C. Slade (Author) | Spanish | 1 |
| Raise your little hands and point them to the north | Mary B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 1 |
| 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 | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 1 |
| See, O see, as here we stand | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 1 |
| See the merry farmer boy | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | | 1 |
| Seven fishers went out by night at sea | Mrs. M. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 3 |
| Sing, brother, sing, for the night | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 1 |
| Sowing, sowing, sowing the precious seed | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 1 |
| Springtime brings the robin | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 1 |
| Sweet is the promise faith sees enrolled | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | | 2 |
| Sweetly, Lord, have we heard Thee calling | Mary B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 243 |
| Tell it again, tell it again, Salvation's story repeat over and over (Chorus) | Mary B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 0 |
| Thank God for our country | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 1 |
| The children are waiting | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 1 |
| The Lord, our God, hath made the pleasant wildwood shade | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 1 |
| The Master stood at the vineyard gate | Mrs. M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 5 |
| The ninety and nine, His dear ones that stay | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 2 |
| The sun is rising over the ocean | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 1 |
| The voice of the Lord sweetly sayeth to me | Mrs. M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 2 |
| The year is hasting | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 1 |
| There's a beautiful place for you and for me | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | English | 12 |
| There's a city of God | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 1 |
| There's a fountain free, that avails for me | Mrs. M.B.C. Slade (Author) | English | 1 |
| There's a fountain free, 'tis for you and me | Mrs. M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 71 |
| There's a wail from the islands of the sea | Mrs. M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 15 |
| This day no thorn crowned cross of pain | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | English | 3 |
| This is the way the mist goes up | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 1 |
| This is the way the snow comes down | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | English | 7 |
| Thou Bethsaida, the lovely, down beside the sea | Mrs. M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 1 |
| Thou, O Lord, all our sin and sorrow knowing | Mrs. M. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 1 |
| Thou who in Thy church of old | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | English | 3 |
| 'Tis the story ever new | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | | 1 |
| To the heavenly Jerusalem | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 9 |
| Tumesikia ukisema | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | Swahili | 0 |
| Una fuente hay que la vida da | Mary Slade (Author) | Spanish | 2 |
| Up to the bountiful Giver of life | Miss M. B. Slade (Author) | English | 110 |
| Very early in the morn, Came to marys, weeping | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | | 1 |
| We are little soldier men | Mary Slade (Author) | English | 1 |
| We are marching to Canaan, through the desert vast | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | English | 5 |
| We love the sunny days of Spring | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 3 |
| We show you now, with lips and hands | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 1 |
| We sing the year's long [glad] story of Sabbath service done | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | English | 2 |
| We will go down among the meadows | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 1 |
| What is pure and fair and white | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 1 |
| What saith Jehovah, the holy one | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 3 |
| What story so sweet is the song | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 1 |
| When flowery summer is at hand | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 1 |
| When Jesus Christ was on earth | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 1 |
| When our beloved Jesus rode | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | | 1 |
| When the blessed Savior walked on earth below | M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 1 |
| When the cry shall be made at the midnight | Miss Mariana B. Slade (Author) | English | 8 |
| When the earth awakes with singing | Mary Slade (Author) | English | 1 |
| Where almond groves are vineyards | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | | 1 |
| Where Potomac's stream | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | | 1 |
| Where shall the good children go when they die | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | | 1 |
| Where the jasper walls are beaming, Where the pearly portals are glowing | Mrs. M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 25 |
| Who at my door is standing | Mary B. C. L. Slade (Author) | English | 144 |
| With His dear and loving care | Mrs. M. B. C. Slade (Author) | English | 10 |
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