# | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
5 | Little drops of water | | | | | |  | |
6 | Skeptic, spare the Bible | | | | | |  | |
7 | O how sweet when daylight closes | | | | | |  | |
8 | We delight in our school | | | | | |  | |
9 | Our Father in heaven | | | | | |  | |
10 | 'Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam | | | | | |  | |
12 | O, come to the grove with me | | | | | |  | |
14 | Sad as the music low and dim | | | | | |  | |
16 | I've roamed over mountain | | | | | |  | |
18 | Will you come to the spring that is sparkling and light | | | | | |  | |
19 | Come, let us all a-Maying go | | | | | |  | |
20 | Come, come, delightful Spring | | | | | |  | |
21 | Our youthfu hearts with temp'rance burn | | | | | |  | |
22 | This world is not so bad a world | | | | | |  | |
24 | Let us, dear brothers, cheerfully toil | | | | | |  | |
25 | What is it shows my soul the way | | | | | |  | |
26 | Let us all, both old and young | | | | | |  | |
27 | Labor makes our pleasures so sweet | | | | | |  | |
28 | I'll awake at dawn on the Sabbath day | | | | | |  | |
29 | This day to greet, with joy we meet | | | | | |  | |
30 | Children all, both great and small | | | | | |  | |
31 | June, lovely June | | | | | |  | |
32 | Dear Father, e're we part, Now [O] let thy grace | | | | | |  | |
34 | The summer days are coming | | | | | |  | |
36 | Before all lands, in east or west | | | | | |  | |
38 | 'Tis a lesson you should heed | | | | | |  | |
39 | Where is it we love to go | | | | | |  | |
40 | Happy, happy will I be | | | | | |  | |
41 | If a weary task you find it | | | | | |  | |
42 | Hear the temperance call, freemen | | | | | |  | |
44 | Come, join the festive song | | | | | |  | |
45 | Keep to the work you best can do | | | | | |  | |
46 | Come, let us be good friends again | | | | | |  | |
48 | Of songs I know full many | | | | | |  | |
49 | Turn not from sad sorrow | | | | | |  | |
50 | Thrice hail, happy day | | | | | |  | |
53 | Flowers, wild wood flowers | | | | | | | |
54 | May pure cold water e'er abound | | | | | |  | |
55 | We've met together, friends most dear | | | | | |  | |
56 | Gladly meeting, kindly greeting | | | | | |  | |
58 | The Word, full of comfort | | | | | |  | |
60 | Around the throne of God in heaven, thousands | | | | | |  | |
62 | All the week we spend full of childish bliss | | | | | |  | |
63 | Wherewithal shall a young man cleanse his way | | | | | |  | |
64 | The Bible, the Bible, More precious than gold | | | | | |  | |
66 | Hail, Columbia! happy land! | | | | | |  | |
68 | Awake, awake, your bed forsake | | | | | |  | |
69 | My country, 'tis of thee | | | | | |  | |
70 | The good and the kind | | | | | |  | |
71 | Thy statutes have been my song | | | | | |  | |
72 | I knew a widow, very poor | | | | | |  | |
74 | Here we suffer grief and pain; Here we meet to part again | | | | | |  | |
76 | Up in the morning's cheerful light | | | | | |  | |
77 | When men and women we are grown | | | | | |  | |
78 | We stand here together, with courage and will | | | | | |  | |
79 | I love the merry, merry sunshine | | | | | |  | |
80 | Begone, dull sloth | | | | | |  | |
82 | Thine earthly Sabbath [Sabbaths], Lord we love | | | | | |  | |
83 | Why do we [ye] [you] mourn departing [departed] [for dying] friends | | | | | |  | |
84 | We won't [we'll not] give up the Bible, God's holy book of truth | | | | | |  | |
86 | Come where joy and gladness make each youthful stranger a welcome guest | | | | | |  | |
88 | How pleasant thus to dwell below | | | | | |  | |
90 | Sweet day of rest, for thee I [I'd} wait | | | | | |  | |
92 | We come, we come, in joyous train | | | | | |  | |
94 | I think, when I read that [the] sweet story of old | | | | | |  | |
95 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | |  | |
96 | O come, let us sing | | | | | |  | |
98 | Sister, thou wast [wert] mild and lovely | | | | | |  | |
99 | Our Father in heaven | | | | | |  | |
100 | Some love to drink from the foamy brink | | | | | |  | |
101 | In the rosy light of the morning bright | | | | | | | |
102 | Come children, join to [and] sing | | | | | |  | |
103 | Wake the song of jubilee | | | | | |  | |
104 | How sweet is the Sabbath to me | | | | | |  | |
105 | Why should cold or stormy weather | | | | | |  | |
106 | Littlle travelers Zionward Each one entering | | | | | |  | |
108 | Gushing so bright in the mornning light | | | | | |  | |
109 | Sparkling and bright in its liquid light | | | | | | | |
110 | Mary to her [the] Savior's tomb | | | | | |  | |
111 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | |  | |
112 | The Lord is our Shepherd | | | | | |  | |
114 | The rosy light is dawning | | | | | |  | |
116 | Welcome, welcome, quiet morning | | | | | |  | |
118 | From all that dwell below the skies | | | | | |  | |
119 | Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep | | | | | |  | |
120 | A poor wayfaring man of grief Hath often crossed | | | | | |  | |
122 | What are these [those] soul reviving strains | | | | | |  | |
124 | Happy is he whose cautious feet | | | | | |  | |
125 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | |  | |
126 | Joy to the world, the Lord is [has] come | | | | | |  | |
128 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | |  | |
129 | Come, children, hail the Prince of peace | | | | | |  | |
130 | Our souls by [in] love together knit [drawn] [joined] | | | | | |  | |
131 | Our hearts have burned while Jesus spake | | | | | | | |
132 | There's not a tint that paints the rose | | | | | |  | |
133 | We lay thee in the silent tomb | | | | | |  | |
134 | How sweet the melting lay | | | | | |  | |
135 | With humble heart and tongue, my God | | | | | |  | |
136 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | |  | |
138 | How sweetly does the time fly | | | | | |  | |