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Come to the mercy seat, Come to the place
Father, grant us now thy blessing
While we praise thee
Father, once more let grateful praise
From all that [who] dwell [dwells] below the [in earth and] skies
From year to year in love we meet
Gentle Jesus [Jesu], meek and mild, Look upon
Glory to God on high
Go forth among the poor
Guide of our youth, to thee we pray, Help us to tread thy holy way
Hail, great Creator, wise and good
Hail, pastor, hail, behold a throng
Hark, the Sabbath bells are ringing Let us haste without delay
The sailor
The song of angels
Give me thy heart
Here, gracious God, beneath thy feet
Here we will join our voices
Holy Father, gently bless us
Home again, home again, From a foreign shore
How beauteous are their [his] feet
How beautiful the setting sun
How blest the righteous when he dies
How gentle God's commands
How happy are they, Who the [their] Savior [Jesus] obey
How happy is the child who hears
How happy those dear children were
How many ways the young may find
Blessed are the meek
Brotherly love
How sweet, how calm this Sabbath morn
How sweet is the Sabbath, the morning [season] of rest
How sweet the hour of closing day
How sweet the infant song
How sweet to bless the Lord
How vain is all beneath the skies [sky]
I dearly love a [the] little child
I have seen a faded flower
Children may come
Contentment
I love them that love me
I love to go to Sabbath school, and learn God's holy word
I love to have the Sabbath come, for then I rise
The Sunday School
I love to steal awhile away
I must not sin as many do, lest I lie down in sorrow
Jerusalem, my happy home
Joy to the world, the Lord is [has] come
May the grace of Christ [God] our [the] Savior
One sweet [bright] flower has drooped and faded

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