# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
67b | Not Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
68 | I love the Sunday school | | | | | | | |
69a | O for a heart to praise my God | | | | | | | |
69b | How precious is the book divine | | | | | | | |
70a | Come, come, come to the Savior | | | | | | | |
70b | Holy! Holy! Lord God of hosts! | | | | | | | |
71a | Heaven, heaven is a blest region | | | | | | | |
71b | I must not sin as many do | | | | | | | |
71c | Speak gently--it is better far | | | | | | | |
71d | On what has now been sown | | | | | | | |
72a | Return, O wanderer, now return | | | | | | | |
72b | While, with ceaseless course the sun | | | | | | | |
73a | When morning pours her golden rays | | | | | | | |
73b | This day belongs to God alone | | | | | | | |
74 | I hear the voice of singing | | | | | | | |
75a | Go, when the morning shineth | | | | | | | |
75b | Go thou, in life's fair morning | | | | | | | |
75c | Love is the strongest tie | | | | | | | |
75d | Christians, see the orient morning | | | | | | | |
76a | O thou, from whom all goodness flows | | | | | | | |
76b | The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold | | | | | | | |
77a | The Lord is our shepherd, our guardian, and guide | | | | | | | |
77b | Children, hear the melting story | | | | | | | |
77c | When I look up to yonder sky | | | | | | | |
78a | Now condescend, Almighty King | | | | | | | |
78b | I love to see the glowing sun | | | | | | | |
79a | What a mercy, what a treasure | | | | | | | |
79b | There is a hope, a blessed hope | | | | | | | |
79c | Did Christ o'er sinners weep | | | | | | | |
80 | Holy angels, in their flight | | | | | | | |
81 | I praised the earth, in beauty seen | | | | | | | |
82 | Upon a couch of pain | | | | | | | |
83 | Humble praises, holy Jesus | | | | | | | |
84 | Savior, breathe an evening blessing | | | | | | | |
85 | One there is above all others | | | | | | | |
86 | Why sigh at pain and sorrow here | | | | | | | |
87 | Columbia! 'tis of thee | | | | | | | |
88 | Rejoice, rejoice, the promised time is coming | | | | | | | |
90 | A storm arose on Galilee | | | | | | | |
91 | By faith we look for joys to come | | | | | | | |
92 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
93 | Is it true that I must lie | | | | | | | |
94 | As down the stream of time we are gliding | | | | | | | |
95 | Hark! the morning bells are ringing | | | | | | | |
96 | Weary of sin--a heavy load | | | | | | | |
97 | Whene'er I take my walks abroad | | | | | | | |
98 | The Bible, the Bible; more precious than gold | | | | | | | |
99a | Children of the heavenly King | | | | | | | |
99b | Thus far the Lord hath lead me on | | | | | | | |
99c | The day is past and gone | | | | | | | |
100 | Who shall sing, if not the children? | | | | | | | |
101a | A charge to keep I have | | | | | | | |
101b | There's not a tint that paints the rose | | | | | | | |
101c | Hark! what mean those lamentations | | | | | | | |
101d | Great God in heaven | | | | | | | |
102 | Dear Father, e're we part | | | | | | | |
103a | How beautiful the sight Of brethren who agree | | | | | | | |
103b | Whenever two or three May meet in Jesus' name | | | | | | | |
103c | How beauteous the morning appears | | | | | | | |
103d | Now is th'accepted time | | | | | | | |
104 | A morning song to thee we raise | | | | | | | |
105a | When daily I kneel down to pray | | | | | | | |
105b | May the grace of Christ our Savior | | | | | | | |
105c | Another six days' work is done | | | | | | | |
105d | How shall the young secure their hearts | | | | | | | |
106 | Sabbath schools must have their concert | | | | | | | |
107a | This is a precious Book indeed | | | | | | | |
107b | Now to the Lamb that once was slain | | | | | | | |
107c | Welcome, welcome, quiet morning | | | | | | | |
107d | Remember thy Creator | | | | | | | |
108 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
109a | Thou art our Shepherd, gracious Lord | | | | | | | |
109b | This God is the God we adore | | | | | | | |
109c | When the orb of morn enlightens | | | | | | | |
109d | Soft be the gently breathing notes | | | | | | | |
110 | We are joyously voyaging over the main | | | | | | | |
112 | Christ loved little children | | | | | | | |
113a | Welcome, delightful morn, Sweet day of sacred rest | | | | | | | |
113b | Strive, for the way is straight | | | | | | | |
114 | To Sabbath-school we love | | | | | | | |
115 | To him who did salvation bring | | | | | | | |
116a | If we walk in the light, as he is in the light | | | | | | | |
116b | Little drops of water | | | | | | | |
117 | Here we are but straying pilgrims | | | | | | | |
118 | Children, lift your voices high | | | | | | | |
119 | When morning reviveth her beams | | | | | | | |
120a | Safely through another week | | | | | | | |
120b | Did the Prince of Glory die | | | | | | | |
121a | Rock of Ages, cleft for me | | | | | | | |
121b | Thou art, O God, the life and light | | | | | | | |
121c | My gracious Redeemer I love | | | | | | | |
122 | In that world of ancient story | | | | | | | |
123 | When morning dawns with glorious light | | | | | | | |
124 | Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
125 | Sing we to our God above | | | | | | | |