# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | A light, our darkened steps to guide | | | | | | | |
d2 | Adam and Eve in Eden lived | | | | | | | |
d3 | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? | | | | | | | |
d4 | Another new morning's begun | | | | | | | |
d5 | Awaked by Sinai's awful sound | | | | | | | |
d6 | Behold, he mounts the throne of state | | | | | | | |
d7 | Behold, my eyes, the morning sun | | | | | | | |
d8 | Children of old hosanna sang | | | | | | | |
d9 | Christ is merciful and mild | | | | | | | |
d10 | Christ the hungry people fed | | | | | | | |
d11 | Come, child, look upwards to the sky | | | | | | | |
d12 | Come, let our voices join in one glad [joyful] song [songs] of praise | | | | | | | |
d13 | Dear is the hallowed morn to me When sabbath bells awake the day | | | | | | | |
d14 | Death has been here, and borne away A sister [brother] [scholar] from our side | | | | | | | |
d15 | Dull atheist, could a giddy dance | | | | | | | |
d16 | Every night I mean to think | | | | | | | |
d17 | Farewell, dear friends, a long farewell | | | | | | | |
d18 | Fear was within the tossing bark | | | | | | | |
d19 | For man and beast, here daily food | | | | | | | |
d20 | Forget to pray; that's strange indeed | | | | | | | |
d21 | God is in Heaven, [and] can he hear | | | | | | | |
d22 | God made the sky that looks so blue | | | | | | | |
d23 | God our Father, great Creator | | | | | | | |
d24 | Great God, and wilt thou be so kind | | | | | | | |
d25 | Hail the blest morn when [see] the great Mediator | | | | | | | |
d26 | Hark, the skies with music sound | | | | | | | |
d27 | Hast thou the wondrous scene surveyed | | | | | | | |
d28 | He who has made the sun and moon | | | | | | | |
d29 | Holy Bible, book divine, Precious treasure, thou art mine | | | | | | | |
d30 | How long, sometimes, a day appears [the days appear] | | | | | | | |
d31 | How painful 'tis to turn away | | | | | | | |
d32 | How pleasant is Saturday night | | | | | | | |
d33 | How pleasant it is when I go to my school | | | | | | | |
d34 | How sweet [sweetly] upon this sacred day | | | | | | | |
d35 | I love the Sabbath day to come | | | | | | | |
d36 | I often say my prayers, but do I ever pray | | | | | | | |
d37 | I thank the goodness and the grace | | | | | | | |
d38 | I'm sorry everytime I think | | | | | | | |
d39 | Is it a thing of good report | | | | | | | |
d40 | Is there a time when moments flow | | | | | | | |
d41 | Jesus thou heavenly Stranger | | | | | | | |
d42 | Let little children learn | | | | | | | |
d43 | Let us unite to bless the Lord | | | | | | | |
d44 | Lord, teach us [me] how to pray aright | | | | | | | |
d45 | Lord, with redeeming mercy blest | | | | | | | |
d46 | My days on earth, how swift they run | | | | | | | |
d47 | O 'tis a lovely thing for youth | | | | | | | |
d48 | Once I did a naughty thing | | | | | | | |
d49 | Once I heard a naughty boy | | | | | | | |
d50 | Our Father God who art in heaven, all hallowed | | | | | | | |
d51 | Pray cast a look upon that bier | | | | | | | |
d52 | Prayer is the soul's [heart's] [saint's] sincere desire | | | | | | | |
d53 | The beautiful sun is set in the west | | | | | | | |
d54 | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
d55 | The glorious day is drawing nigh | | | | | | | |
d56 | The hour is come, I will not stray | | | | | | | |
d57 | The Son of Man they did betray | | | | | | | |
d58 | The songs have ceased, and busy men | | | | | | | |
d59 | The soul untaught is dark as night | | | | | | | |
d60 | There is a God, all nature speaks | | | | | | | |
d61 | There is a school on earth begun, Supported [Instructed] by the Holy One | | | | | | | |
d62 | There's not a star whose twinkling light shines [illumes] | | | | | | | |
d63 | This book the wondrous history shows | | | | | | | |
d64 | This day belongs to God alone | | | | | | | |
d65 | This day the blessed Jesus rose | | | | | | | |
d66 | This is a precious book indeed | | | | | | | |
d67 | This is the way to know the Lord | | | | | | | |
d68 | This world is all a fleeting show | | | | | | | |
d69 | Thou shalt have no more gods but me | | | | | | | |
d70 | Though I am young, I have a soul The world can never buy | | | | | | | |
d71 | Though in the outward, earthly church below | | | | | | | |
d72 | Through all the dangers of the night | | | | | | | |
d73 | 'Tis religion that can give sweetest pleasures | | | | | | | |
d74 | We offer, Lord, an humble prayer | | | | | | | |
d75 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
d76 | What book ought I to love the best | | | | | | | |
d77 | What think ye [you] of Christ, is the test | | | | | | | |
d78 | When daily I kneel down to pray | | | | | | | |
d79 | When Jesus left his Father's [heavenly] throne | | | | | | | |
d80 | Where should I be, if God should say | | | | | | | |
d81 | Young children once to Jesus came | | | | | | | |