# | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
d1 | A beautiful land by faith I see | | | | | | | |
d2 | A crown of glory bright | | | | | | | |
d3 | A little child may do much good | | | | | | | |
d4 | Angels are hovering around | | | | | | | |
d5 | Another year has passed away | | | | | | | |
d6 | Around the throne of God in heaven, thousands | | | | | | | |
d7 | Away, away, the Christmas bells are ringing | | | | | | | |
d8 | Beautiful Zion, built above; Beautiful city that I love | | | | | | | |
d9 | Beyond this life of hope [hopes] and fears | | | | | | | |
d10 | Broken hearted, weep no more | | | | | | | |
d11 | Carol, carol, Christians, carol joyfully | | | | | | | |
d12 | Cheerfully, cheerfully onward we move | | | | | | | |
d13 | Children, come and learn the story | | | | | | | |
d14 | Children, come, will you come | | | | | | | |
d15 | Come, children, and join in our festival song | | | | | | | |
d16 | Come, come, come, don't delay haste away | | | | | | | |
d17 | Come, come, come, hearts so light | | | | | | | |
d18 | Come, dear children, seek the Savior | | | | | | | |
d19 | Come, let us sweetly sing, join in full chorus | | | | | | | |
d20 | Come, listen to the angel's song | | | | | | | |
d21 | Come, little children, O come unto me | | | | | | | |
d22 | Come, little soldiers, join in our band | | | | | | | |
d23 | Come, schoolmates, don't grow [be] weary | | | | | | | |
d24 | Come, ye [you] disconsolate, where'er ye [you] languish | | | | | | | |
d25 | Dare to be [do] right, dare to be true | | | | | | | |
d26 | Faintly flow, thou falling river | | | | | | | |
d27 | Far above the world of sorrow | | | | | | | |
d28 | Forever with the Lord [our God], amen, so let it be | | | | | | | |
d29 | Gladly we come to our Sabbath home | | | | | | | |
d30 | Go thou, in life's fair morning | | | | | | | |
d31 | Hark, what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
d32 | Here o'er the earth as a stranger I roam | | | | | | | |
d33 | Here we meet to part again | | | | | | | |
d34 | Here we suffer grief and pain; Here we meet to part again | | | | | | | |
d35 | High we raise our hallelujahs | | | | | | | |
d36 | Holy Bible, book divine, Precious treasure, thou art mine | | | | | | | |
d37 | I have a Father in the promised land | | | | | | | |
d38 | I have a home above, from sin and sorrow free | | | | | | | |
d39 | I think, when I read that [the] sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
d40 | I want to be an angel, and with the angels stand | | | | | | | |
d41 | I want to be like Jesus, So lowly and so meek | | | | | | | |
d42 | I was a wandering sheep | | | | | | | |
d43 | I'll awake at dawn on the Sabbath day | | | | | | | |
d44 | I'll rise up early in the morning | | | | | | | |
d45 | I'm but a stranger [traveler] here, heaven is my home | | | | | | | |
d46 | I'm going to be a soldier | | | | | | | |
d47 | In the Christian's home in [of] glory | | | | | | | |
d48 | In the far better land of glory and light | | | | | | | |
d49 | In the realms of glory, where | | | | | | | |
d50 | In the rosy light of the morning bright | | | | | | | |
d51 | Jesus loves me, this I know, For the Bible | | | | | | | |
d52 | Jesus, tender Savior, hast thou died for me | | | | | | | |
d53 | Joyful, joyful, joyful be our numbers | | | | | | | |
d54 | Joyfully, joyfully, onward I [we] move | | | | | | | |
d55 | Kind words can never die, Cherished and blest | | | | | | | |
d56 | Let children young | | | | | | | |
d57 | Little drops of water, little grains of sand | | | | | | | |
d58 | Littlle travelers Zionward Each one entering | | | | | | | |
d59 | Mid [midst] scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
d60 | Must Jesus bear the [his] cross alone | | | | | | | |
d61 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
d62 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
d63 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
d64 | O come, children, come, to the Savior today | | | | | | | |
d65 | O come, let us sing | | | | | | | |
d66 | O come to the good Shepherd | | | | | | | |
d67 | O do not be discouraged, For Jesus is your friend | | | | | | | |
d68 | O give me a harp on the bright hills of glory | | | | | | | |
d69 | O gracious Father, deign, we pray | | | | | | | |
d70 | O here I'm sad and weary | | | | | | | |
d71 | O sing to me of heaven When I am called to die | | | | | | | |
d72 | O the green grass waves | | | | | | | |
d73 | O the Sabbath morning, beautiful and bright | | | | | | | |
d74 | O there is a river whose fresh waters flow | | | | | | | |
d75 | O turn ye [you], O turn ye [you], for why will ye [you] die | | | | | | | |
d76 | O we love to come to our Sabbath home | | | | | | | |
d77 | O welcome the day, the Sabbath day | | | | | | | |
d78 | O we're happy now, dear mother | | | | | | | |
d79 | O what beautities adorn the bright Sabbath morn | | | | | | | |
d80 | O where can the soul find relief | | | | | | | |
d81 | O'er the distant mountains neath the Eastern skies | | | | | | | |
d82 | On Calvary's heights amazing grace behold | | | | | | | |
d83 | One sweet [bright] flower has drooped and faded | | | | | | | |
d84 | Our banners are streaming | | | | | | | |
d85 | Out on an ocean all boundless we ride | | | | | | | |
d86 | Over the ocean wave, far, far away | | | | | | | |
d87 | Pilgrim halting, staff in hand | | | | | | | |
d88 | Preserved by thine almighty power | | | | | | | |
d89 | Rouse ye at the Savior's call | | | | | | | |
d90 | Savior, at Thy footstool bending | | | | | | | |
d91 | Savior, like a shepherd lead us | | | | | | | |
d92 | Say, brother [brothers], will you meet me [us] | | | | | | | |
d93 | See the kind Shepherd, Jesus, stands | | | | | | | |
d94 | Shall we hear the music ringing | | | | | | | |
d95 | Shall we meet beyond the river, where the surges | | | | | | | |
d96 | Shall we sing in heaven forever | | | | | | | |
d97 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d98 | Sweetly on my ear are stealing | | | | | | | |
d99 | Sweetly the Sabbath bell steals on the air | | | | | | | |
d100 | Thank God for the Bible | | | | | | | |