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d101 | Now we raise our tuneful voices in a new melodious | | | | | | | |
d102 | O cease, my wandering soul | | | | | | | |
d103 | O come, let us sing, our youthful hearts | | | | | | | |
d104 | O do not be discouraged, For Jesus is your friend | | | | | | | |
d105 | O Jesus, delight of my soul My Savior, my Shepherd divine | | | | | | | |
d106 | O Lord, another day [week] has [is] flown | | | | | | | |
d107 | O when shall I [we] see Jesus and dwell [reign] with Him above | | | | | | | |
d108 | O where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
d109 | Once again with animation, In this pleasing month of May | | | | | | | |
d110 | Once more the Lord's indulgent hand has rolled the seasons round | | | | | | | |
d111 | Once was heard the songs of children | | | | | | | |
d112 | One there is above all others, well [who] deserves | | | | | | | |
d113 | Our youthful hearts for learning burn | | | | | | | |
d114 | Out on an ocean all boundless we ride | | | | | | | |
d115 | People of the living God! I have sought the world | | | | | | | |
d116 | Pleasant is the Sabbath bell | | | | | | | |
d117 | Poor and needy though I be | | | | | | | |
d118 | Preserved by thine almighty power | | | | | | | |
d119 | Rejoice, rejoice, the promised time is coming | | | | | | | |
d120 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d121 | Sabbath morning, Sabbath morning | | | | | | | |
d122 | Sabbath schools must have their concerts | | | | | | | |
d123 | Savior, [Say], who thy flock are [art] feeding | | | | | | | |
d124 | See, another week is gone | | | | | | | |
d125 | See the shining dewdrops | | | | | | | |
d126 | Shed not a tear, o'er your friend's early bier | | | | | | | |
d127 | Shepherd, who thy flock art feeding | | | | | | | |
d128 | Since I soon must part forever | | | | | | | |
d129 | Sing, my soul, his wondrous love | | | | | | | |
d130 | Sinner [sinners], come, mid thy gloom | | | | | | | |
d131 | Sinner [sinners] turn, why will ye [you] die | | | | | | | |
d132 | Soft be the gently breathing notes | | | | | | | |
d133 | Soon as I heard my Father say | | | | | | | |
d134 | Soon will set the Sabbath sun | | | | | | | |
d135 | Stand up for Jesus, All who lead his host | | | | | | | |
d136 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
d137 | Star of peace to wanderers weary [dreary] | | | | | | | |
d138 | Sweet the time, exceeding sweet | | | | | | | |
d139 | Sweetly the Sabbath bell steals on the air | | | | | | | |
d140 | Ten thousand different flowers | | | | | | | |
d141 | The Bible, the Bible, More precious than gold | | | | | | | |
d142 | The light of Sabbath eve is fading | | | | | | | |
d143 | The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know | | | | | | | |
d144 | The Lord my Shepherd is, I shall be well supplied | | | | | | | |
d145 | The mellow eve is gliding, serenely down the west | | | | | | | |
d146 | The morning sky [sun] is bright and clear | | | | | | | |
d147 | The rosy light is dawning | | | | | | | |
d148 | The Sabbath morn is breaking, the Sabbath bells are waking | | | | | | | |
d149 | The Sabbath school's a place for prayer | | | | | | | |
d150 | The Sunday school that blessed place | | | | | | | |
d151 | The Sunday school, the Sunday school Blest be the wondrous plan | | | | | | | |
d152 | There is a glorious world of light | | | | | | | |
d153 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | | | |
d154 | There is a land of calm delight | | | | | | | |
d155 | There is a land of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
d156 | There seems a voice in every gale | | | | | | | |
d157 | There's not a star whose twinkling light shines [illumes] | | | | | | | |
d158 | They say this world's a vale of tears | | | | | | | |
d159 | This book is all that's left me now | | | | | | | |
d160 | This is the day the Lord hath [has] made, He calls | | | | | | | |
d161 | This world is all a fleeting show | | | | | | | |
d162 | Thou Guardian of our youthful days | | | | | | | |
d163 | Through thy protecting care | | | | | | | |
d164 | 'Tis by the faith of joys to come | | | | | | | |
d165 | 'Tis religion that can give in the light | | | | | | | |
d166 | 'Tis religion that can give sweetest pleasures | | | | | | | |
d167 | To Jesus our King, who sits on the throne | | | | | | | |
d168 | To thee, my Shepherd [Savior] and my Lord [Lamb] | | | | | | | |
d169 | To thy temple we repair | | | | | | | |
d170 | Together let us sweetly live | | | | | | | |
d171 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d172 | We are but young, yet we may sing | | | | | | | |
d173 | We bring no glittering treasures, no gems | | | | | | | |
d174 | We gather, we gather, dear [O] Jesus, to bring | | | | | | | |
d175 | We have met in peace together | | | | | | | |
d176 | We hold the blessed Bible fast | | | | | | | |
d177 | We meet again in gladness | | | | | | | |
d178 | We seem to hear a voice of praise | | | | | | | |
d179 | We shall meet no more to part | | | | | | | |
d180 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
d181 | Welcome, welcome, day of rest | | | | | | | |
d182 | We're bound for the land of the pure and the holy | | | | | | | |
d183 | We're marching to the promised land | | | | | | | |
d184 | We're traveling home to heaven above | | | | | | | |
d185 | What happy moments I have spent | | | | | | | |
d186 | When daily I kneel down to pray | | | | | | | |
d187 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d188 | When little Samuel woke | | | | | | | |
d189 | When o'er earth is breaking | | | | | | | |
d190 | When Sabbath's sacred morning light begins | | | | | | | |
d191 | When shall we meet again, Meet ne'er [more] to sever | | | | | | | |
d192 | When the vale [veil] of death appears | | | | | | | |
d193 | When verdure clothes [robes] the fertile vale | | | | | | | |
d194 | While each wretched heathen nation | | | | | | | |
d195 | While thee I [we] seek, protecting power | | | | | | | |
d196 | Who shall sing if not the children | | | | | | | |
d197 | With joy once more we hail thee | | | | | | | |
d198 | With joy we meet, With smiles we greet Our schoolmates bright and gay | | | | | | | |
d199 | Would you be as angels are | | | | | | | |