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d1 | A charge to keep I have, A God to glorify | | | | | | | |
d2 | Abide with me, fast falls the eventide | | | | | | | |
d3 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
d4 | All people that on earth do dwell, Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice | | | | | | | |
d5 | Around the throne of God in heaven, thousands | | | | | | | |
d6 | Blest be the tie that binds our hearts in Christian love | | | | | | | |
d7 | Bound upon the accursed tree | | | | | | | |
d8 | Brightest and best of the sons [stars] of the morning | | | | | | | |
d9 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
d10 | Childhood's years are passing o'er us | | | | | | | |
d11 | Children hear the Saviors call humbly at his footstool fall | | | | | | | |
d12 | Children of Jerusalem sang the praise | | | | | | | |
d13 | Come boys, come girls, won't you volunteer | | | | | | | |
d14 | Come, children, and join in our festival song | | | | | | | |
d15 | Come, children, hail the Prince of peace | | | | | | | |
d16 | Come children, join to [and] sing | | | | | | | |
d17 | Come let us all unite and sing, God is love | | | | | | | |
d18 | Come, let us sing of Jesus, While hearts and accents blend | | | | | | | |
d19 | Come, schoolmates, don't grow [be] weary | | | | | | | |
d20 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
d21 | Come, ye children, and adore him, Lord of all, he reigns above | | | | | | | |
d22 | Dare to be [do] right, dare to be true | | | | | | | |
d23 | Days and weeks, and months, returning | | | | | | | |
d24 | Dear Savior, ever at my side, How loving Thou must be | | | | | | | |
d25 | Don't think there is nothing for children to do | | | | | | | |
d26 | Far out upon the prairie | | | | | | | |
d27 | Forever with the Lord [our God], amen, so let it be | | | | | | | |
d28 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
d29 | Gentle words, how sweet they sound | | | | | | | |
d30 | Glory to God on high, Let earth and heaven reply | | | | | | | |
d31 | Glory to thee, my [our] God [O Lord], this night [day] | | | | | | | |
d32 | God save our gracious queen | | | | | | | |
d33 | Guide us, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
d34 | Hark, the angels singing, Wake the happy morn | | | | | | | |
d35 | Hark, the herald angels sing, glory to the newborn King | | | | | | | |
d36 | Hark, the Sabbath bells are ringing Children, haste without delay | | | | | | | |
d37 | Hark, what mean those lamentations | | | | | | | |
d38 | Here we suffer grief and pain; Here we meet to part again | | | | | | | |
d39 | Here we throng to praise the Lord | | | | | | | |
d40 | How bright the glorious spirits shine | | | | | | | |
d41 | I have a Father in the promised land | | | | | | | |
d42 | I have a friend, a precious friend | | | | | | | |
d43 | I heard the voice of Jesus say, come unto me and rest | | | | | | | |
d44 | I lay my sins on Jesus | | | | | | | |
d45 | I often think of heathen lands | | | | | | | |
d46 | I think, when I read that [the] sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
d47 | I want to be like Jesus, So lowly and so meek | | | | | | | |
d48 | I would be like an angel | | | | | | | |
d49 | I'm but a stranger [traveler] here, heaven is my home | | | | | | | |
d50 | I'm trying to climb up Zion's hill | | | | | | | |
d51 | In the Christian's home in [of] glory | | | | | | | |
d52 | Jerusalem, my happy home, name ever dear to me | | | | | | | |
d53 | Jerusalem, the golden, with milk and honey blest | | | | | | | |
d54 | Jesus from his throne on high | | | | | | | |
d55 | Jesus, how can I but love thee | | | | | | | |
d56 | Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave | | | | | | | |
d57 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
d58 | Jesus loves me, this I know, For the Bible | | | | | | | |
d59 | Jesus, tender shepherd, hear us | | | | | | | |
d60 | Jesus, we love to meet On this thy holy day | | | | | | | |
d61 | Joyfully, joyfully, onward I [we] move | | | | | | | |
d62 | Let us with a joyful mind | | | | | | | |
d63 | Little drops of water, little grains of sand | | | | | | | |
d64 | Lord, a little band, and lowly, We are come | | | | | | | |
d65 | Mighty God [Lord] while angels bless [praise] thee | | | | | | | |
d66 | Must Jesus bear the [his] cross alone | | | | | | | |
d67 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
d68 | My faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary | | | | | | | |
d69 | My God, my Father [My God and Father], while [whilst] [though] I stray [pray] | | | | | | | |
d70 | My Savior dear, my Savior dear, I love to think | | | | | | | |
d71 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
d72 | No mortal eye that land hath seen | | | | | | | |
d73 | O come, all ye faithful, Joyful and triumphant | | | | | | | |
d74 | O come, let us sing to the God of salvation | | | | | | | |
d75 | O do not be discouraged, For Jesus is your friend | | | | | | | |
d76 | O happy day that fixed [seals] [stays] my choice | | | | | | | |
d77 | O hear my prayer, Lord, And unto my desire | | | | | | | |
d78 | O we are volunteers in the army of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d79 | O won't you be a Christian | | | | | | | |
d80 | Out on an ocean all boundless we ride | | | | | | | |
d81 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d82 | Safely through another week | | | | | | | |
d83 | Savior, like a shepherd lead us | | | | | | | |
d84 | See the kind [good] Shepherd, Jesus, stands | | | | | | | |
d85 | Shall we gather at [by] the river, Where bright angel feet have trod | | | | | | | |
d86 | Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing | | | | | | | |
d87 | Sing to the Lord in joyful strains | | | | | | | |
d88 | Songs of praise the angels sang | | | | | | | |
d89 | Sun of my soul [our souls], thou [my] [O] Savior [Father] dear | | | | | | | |
d90 | Sweetly sing, sweetly sing praises | | | | | | | |
d91 | The Bible, the Bible, More precious than gold | | | | | | | |
d92 | The children are gathering from near and from far | | | | | | | |
d93 | The little ones are going home | | | | | | | |
d94 | The Lord's my Shepherd, I'll not want; He makes me down to lie | | | | | | | |
d95 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d96 | The pearly gates are open wide, I see the bright array | | | | | | | |
d97 | The Sunday school that blessed place | | | | | | | |
d98 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d99 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | | | |
d100 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |