# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | A beautiful land by faith I see | | | | | | | |
d2 | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? | | | | | | | |
d3 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
d4 | Around the throne of God in heaven, thousands | | | | | | | |
d5 | Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
d6 | Awake, my soul, in [to] joyful [joyous] lays | | | | | | | |
d7 | Beautiful city, city beyond | | | | | | | |
d8 | Beautiful Zion, built above; Beautiful city that I love | | | | | | | |
d9 | Blessed Bible, how I love it | | | | | | | |
d10 | Blest be the tie that binds our hearts in Christian love | | | | | | | |
d11 | Brother, thou art gone to rest | | | | | | | |
d12 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
d13 | By faith I view my Savior dying | | | | | | | |
d14 | Children of the heavenly king as we journey | | | | | | | |
d15 | Come, children, and join in our festival song | | | | | | | |
d16 | Come, come to Jesus, He waits to pardon [welcome] thee | | | | | | | |
d17 | Come dearest Lord, and bless this day | | | | | | | |
d18 | Come, humble sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
d19 | Come, saith [said] [says] Jesus' sacred voice | | | | | | | |
d20 | Come, schoolmates, don't grow [be] weary | | | | | | | |
d21 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
d22 | Come to me all ye that labor | | | | | | | |
d23 | Come unto Jesus, ye that mourn | | | | | | | |
d24 | Death has been here, and borne away A sister [brother] [scholar] from our side | | | | | | | |
d25 | Everything both great and small | | | | | | | |
d26 | From every stormy wind [sense] that blows | | | | | | | |
d27 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
d28 | Go and tell Jesus, weary, sin sick [fainting] soul | | | | | | | |
d29 | Go forth, young soldier [soldiers] of the cross | | | | | | | |
d30 | God has said, Forever blessed those who seek | | | | | | | |
d31 | Grace, 'tis a charming [cheering] [joyful] [pleasing] sound | | | | | | | |
d32 | Guide us, O thou blessed | | | | | | | |
d33 | Had I but the faith of pious Abel | | | | | | | |
d34 | Hark, the gospel trumpet sounding, Hear its echo | | | | | | | |
d35 | Hark, the herald angels sing, glory to the newborn King | | | | | | | |
d36 | Hark, the morning bells are ringing Children, haste without delay | | | | | | | |
d37 | Hark, the Sabbath school bell ringing | | | | | | | |
d38 | Hark, what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
d39 | Hast thou still a father | | | | | | | |
d40 | Hasten, Lord, the glorious time | | | | | | | |
d41 | Hear you ever angels singing | | | | | | | |
d42 | Heavenly Father, grant thy blessing while once more | | | | | | | |
d43 | Here o'er the earth as a stranger I roam | | | | | | | |
d44 | Holy Bible, book divine, Precious treasure, thou art mine | | | | | | | |
d45 | Hosanna, hosanna be the children's song | | | | | | | |
d46 | How shall the young secure their hearts | | | | | | | |
d47 | How sweet, how [and] heavenly is the sight | | | | | | | |
d48 | How sweet is the Sabbath to me | | | | | | | |
d49 | How sweet the happy evenings | | | | | | | |
d50 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
d51 | I have a Father in the promised land | | | | | | | |
d52 | I know 'tis Jesus loves my soul | | | | | | | |
d53 | I live for those who love me, whose hearts | | | | | | | |
d54 | I love thy kingdom, Lord | | | | | | | |
d55 | I met a child, his feet were bare | | | | | | | |
d56 | I now have found abiding rest | | | | | | | |
d57 | I think, when I read that [the] sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
d58 | I want to be an angel, and with the angels stand | | | | | | | |
d59 | I want to be like Jesus, So lowly and so meek | | | | | | | |
d60 | I will sing for Jesus, With his blood | | | | | | | |
d61 | I would not live alway [always], I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
d62 | I'll awake at dawn on the Sabbath day | | | | | | | |
d63 | I'm a lonely traveler here | | | | | | | |
d64 | I'm a pilgrim and I'm a stranger, I can tarry | | | | | | | |
d65 | I'm but a stranger [traveler] here, heaven is my home | | | | | | | |
d66 | I'm trying to climb up Zion's hill | | | | | | | |
d67 | In the far better land of glory and light | | | | | | | |
d68 | Jerusalem, forever bright | | | | | | | |
d69 | Jerusalem, my happy home | | | | | | | |
d70 | Jesus, let thy pitying eye | | | | | | | |
d71 | Jesus, Savior hear my call, sinful | | | | | | | |
d72 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
d73 | Jesus, thou art the sinner's friend | | | | | | | |
d74 | Joyfully, joyfully, onward I [we] move | | | | | | | |
d75 | Lord, teach a sinful child to pray | | | | | | | |
d76 | Marching on, marching on, glad as birds | | | | | | | |
d77 | Mary to her [the] Savior's tomb | | | | | | | |
d78 | Mine eyes have seen the glory | | | | | | | |
d79 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
d80 | Naught of merit, or of price | | | | | | | |
d81 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
d82 | O do not be discouraged, For Jesus is your friend | | | | | | | |
d83 | O, for a [an] heart to praise [love] my God | | | | | | | |
d84 | O for a thousand tongues to sing my great [dear] Redeemer's praise | | | | | | | |
d85 | O happy day that fixed [seals] [stays] my choice | | | | | | | |
d86 | O if my house is built upon a rock | | | | | | | |
d87 | O 'tis a glorious mystery | | | | | | | |
d88 | O who is my neighbor pray tell me | | | | | | | |
d89 | Our bondage here [it] shall [will] end by and by | | | | | | | |
d90 | Out on an ocean all boundless we ride | | | | | | | |
d91 | Pilgrim in this vale below | | | | | | | |
d92 | Pleasant is the Sabbath bell | | | | | | | |
d93 | Remember thy Creator | | | | | | | |
d94 | Return, O wanderer, return [Return, return, now wanderer] | | | | | | | |
d95 | Savior, at Thy footstool bending | | | | | | | |
d96 | Savior, like a shepherd lead us | | | | | | | |
d97 | Savior, visit Thy [our] plantation, grant us Lord, a gracious rain | | | | | | | |
d98 | Scatter smiles, bright smiles | | | | | | | |
d99 | See the kind [good] Shepherd, Jesus, stands | | | | | | | |
d100 | Shall we meet beyond the river, where the surges | | | | | | | |