# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
12 | O praise ye the Lord, Prepare your glad voice | | | | | | | |
16 | O God, our heavenly Father, with grateful hearts | | | | | | | |
20 | God is in His holy temple | | | | | | | |
24 | Another Sabbath day we see | | | | | | | |
28 | See Isr'l's gentle Shepherd stand [stands] | | | | | | | |
32 | O Lord, thy perfect word Directs our steps aright | | | | | | | |
36 | Earth, sea, and sky, three minstrels | | | | | | | |
40 | It was our heavenly Father's love | | | | | | | |
44 | O God, my Father, and my King | | | | | | | |
48 | Can I so ungrateful be | | | | | | | |
52 | Why should we spend our youthful days | | | | | | | |
56 | There's not a tint that paints the rose | | | | | | | |
60 | Lovingly, tenderly, bow before thy father's | | | | | | | |
64 | O happy soul that [who] lives on high, While men lie grovelling | | | | | | | |
68 | How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound | | | | | | | |
72 | We oft repeat our prayers, but do we ever pray | | | | | | | |
76 | O, for a faith that will not shrink | | | | | | | |
80 | Children of the heavenly king as we journey | | | | | | | |
84 | Happy days are gliding o'er us | | | | | | | |
89 | Think gently of the erring one | | | | | | | |
93 | O happy day that fixed [seals] [stays] my choice | | | | | | | |
97 | Our heaven is everywhere | | | | | | | |
100 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
105 | Walk in the light, so shalt thou [and you shall] know | | | | | | | |
109 | Thy presence, gracious God, afford | | | | | | | |
113 | There's a home for the poor on that beautiful shore | | | | | | | |
118 | We've met to praise thee, Lord, with songs | | | | | | | |
123 | Hark, the angels singing, Wake the happy morn | | | | | | | |
127 | The year has flown and again in festive joy | | | | | | | |
131 | Christ the [our] Lord is [has] risen today, [Alleluia] [Sons of men] | | | | | | | |
135 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
140 | We joyfully gather, our Father and Friend | | | | | | | |
144 | Come, children, and join in our festival song | | | | | | | |
149 | Clay to clay, and dust to dust | | | | | | | |
150 | Thou art gone to the grave but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
155 | All are not here, on either hand | | | | | | | |
164 | Jesus loves me, this I know, For the Bible | | | | | | | |
166 | I would not live alway [always], I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
167 | Let us be happy, and let us be gay | | | | | | | |
168 | The children are gathering from near and from far | | | | | | | |
170 | There's a light in the window for thee, brother | | | | | | | |
172 | Shed not a tear, o'er your friend's early bier | | | | | | | |
174 | Call the children early, mother | | | | | | | |
176 | Sabbath bells are ringing, ringing | | | | | | | |
177 | The Sunday school that blessed place | | | | | | | |
178 | Our Father who art in heaven | | | | | | | |
180 | Sinful though I am, and weak, God my Father | | | | | | | |
181 | Where do children love to go | | | | | | | |
182 | Saviour, at thy footstool bending | | | | | | | |
184 | I have a Father in the promised land | | | | | | | |
186 | Around the throne of God in heaven | | | | | | | |
187 | From Him, who is thy guard, thy shield | | | | | | | |
188 | When torn is the bosom with sorrow and care | | | | | | | |
190 | Go, when the morning shineth | | | | | | | |
191 | Can anyone begin too soon | | | | | | | |
192 | Jesus, lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
194 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
195 | There is a happy land | | | | | | | |
196 | The Sabbath school's a place of prayer | | | | | | | |
198 | We love to sing together | | | | | | | |
200 | To thy pastures, fair and large | | | | | | | |
201 | Sister, thou wast mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
202 | Gracious God, our Heavenly Father | | | | | | | |
203 | How blest the happy evening's close | | | | | | | |
204 | The pity of the Lord | | | | | | | |
205 | Come to God's altar | | | | | | | |
206 | In the Christian's home in glory | | | | | | | |
208 | Come, join our celebration | | | | | | | |
210 | How sweet to be allowed to pray | | | | | | | |
211 | To Sunday School | | | | | | | |
212 | Meek and lowly, pure and holy | | | | | | | |
213 | From all that dwell below the skies | | | | | | | |
214 | The Lord is my shepherd; I | | | | | | | |
215 | Thy will be | | | | | | | |
216 | I will lift mine eyes unto the hills, from whence | | | | | | | |