# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | As God has kindly blessed us | | | | | | | |
d2 | Brother, thou art gone to rest | | | | | | | |
d3 | By faith I view my Savior dying | | | | | | | |
d4 | Come, come to Jesus, He waits to pardon [welcome] thee | | | | | | | |
d5 | Come, schoolmates, don't grow [be] weary | | | | | | | |
d6 | Come unto Jesus, ye that mourn | | | | | | | |
d7 | Everything both great and small | | | | | | | |
d8 | Father, art thou gone forever | | | | | | | |
d9 | First your hearts to Jesus give | | | | | | | |
d10 | For many years we've waited | | | | | | | |
d11 | God, who gave us each a talent | | | | | | | |
d12 | Hail to the legions of the west | | | | | | | |
d13 | Hark, the gospel trumpet sounding, Hear its echo | | | | | | | |
d14 | Hark, the Sabbath school bell ringing | | | | | | | |
d15 | I will sing for Jesus, With his blood | | | | | | | |
d16 | If I were a voice, a persuasive voice | | | | | | | |
d17 | Jesus, Savior hear my call, sinful | | | | | | | |
d18 | Marching on, marching on, glad as birds | | | | | | | |
d19 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
d20 | My name on the record | | | | | | | |
d21 | Naught of merit, or of price | | | | | | | |
d22 | O happy day that fixed [seals] [stays] my choice | | | | | | | |
d23 | O who is my neighbor pray tell me | | | | | | | |
d24 | Softly fell the light of evening | | | | | | | |
d25 | Some sing the praise of rosy wine | | | | | | | |
d26 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d27 | The army of the Sunday school | | | | | | | |
d28 | The Lord is near, with Sinai tread | | | | | | | |
d29 | There's many a poor little boy | | | | | | | |
d30 | They bore him gently from the field | | | | | | | |
d31 | They took my Savior's name in vain | | | | | | | |
d32 | We are rising, we are rising with the change | | | | | | | |
d33 | We gathered round our father | | | | | | | |
d34 | Weary wanderer o'er the main | | | | | | | |
d35 | We'll gladly hail the happy day | | | | | | | |
d36 | We've listed in a [the] holy war | | | | | | | |
d37 | What is beauty's deadliest foe | | | | | | | |
d38 | When safe in your dwelling so cheerful and warm | | | | | | | |
d39 | Why forbid them, Jesus said | | | | | | | |
d40 | Yes, I know thou art praying | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]