# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
101 | Among the deepest shades of night | | | | | | | |
102 | Almighty God, thy piercing eye | | | | | | | |
103 | Where shall a guilty child retire | | | | | | | |
104 | Religion is the chief concern | | | | | | | |
105 | Happy the child whose youngest years | | | | | | | |
106 | High in the shining courts above | | | | | | | |
107 | Let little children learn | | | | | | | |
108 | There is a path that leads to God | | | | | | | |
109 | My life's a narrow span | | | | | | | |
110 | Swift, as the winged arrow flies | | | | | | | |
111 | And now another hour is past | | | | | | | |
112 | Dear youth, repeat his praise | | | | | | | |
113 | Sinners, hear, for God hath spoken | | | | | | | |
114 | Children, and have you never known | | | | | | | |
115 | Sinners, the voice of God regard | | | | | | | |
116 | Come, Children, hail the Prince of Peace | | | | | | | |
117 | Up to thy throne I'll lift my eyes | | | | | | | |
118 | O thou whose tender mercy hears | | | | | | | |
119 | Alas, and did my Saviour bleed? | | | | | | | |
120 | Farewell, dear friend! a long farewell! | | | | | | | |
121 | Teach me the measure of my days | | | | | | | |
122 | Unthinking mortals, ye must die | | | | | | | |
123 | And am I born to die? | | | | | | | |
124 | That awful hour will soon appear | | | | | | | |
125 | Only this frail and fleeting breath | | | | | | | |
126 | There is a God that reigns above | | | | | | | |
127 | Thy voice, great God! has call'd away | | | | | | | |
128 | Death has been here, and borne away | | | | | | | |
129 | How dreadful, Lord, will be the day | | | | | | | |
130 | This is the field, the world below | | | | | | | |
131 | Behold Christ rising from the grave | | | | | | | |
132 | A dread and solemn hour | | | | | | | |
133 | O thou, the helpless orphan's hope | | | | | | | |
134 | In all my vast concerns with thee | | | | | | | |
135 | Awake, our souls, and bless his name | | | | | | | |
136 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
137 | This is a precious book indeed! | | | | | | | |
138 | See in the vineyard of the Lord | | | | | | | |
139 | O world of bliss! could mortal eyes | | | | | | | |
140 | Sin has a thousand treach'rous arts | | | | | | | |
141 | Behold a stranger at the door | | | | | | | |
142 | See the kind Shepherd, Jesus, stands | | | | | | | |
143 | Young children once to Jesus came | | | | | | | |
144 | How painful 'tis to turn away | | | | | | | |
145 | We offer, Lord, an humble prayer | | | | | | | |
146 | Great God, thy watchful care we bless | | | | | | | |
147 | Beset with snares on every hand | | | | | | | |
148 | Now, in my early days | | | | | | | |
149 | Jesus! and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
150 | Jesus, the great, the mighty God | | | | | | | |
151 | How soft the words my Saviour speaks | | | | | | | |
152 | Lord, lend thine ear while children raise | | | | | | | |
153 | There is beyond the sky | | | | | | | |
154 | Why should I say, 'tis yet too soon | | | | | | | |
155 | O 'tis a lovely thing for youth | | | | | | | |
156 | Our tongues were made to bless the Lord | | | | | | | |
157 | Angels that high in glory dwell | | | | | | | |
158 | Why should I join with those in play | | | | | | | |
159 | Let children that would fear the Lord | | | | | | | |
160 | When little Samuel woke | | | | | | | |
161 | Let us adore the grace that seeks | | | | | | | |
162 | Children of old, hosannas sung | | | | | | | |
163 | Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
164 | Sinner, O why so thoughtless grown? | | | | | | | |
165 | Farewell, dear friends, I must be gone | | | | | | | |
166 | For a season call'd to part | | | | | | | |
167 | Blest be the dear uniting love | | | | | | | |
168 | May the grace of Christ our Saviour | | | | | | | |
169 | Praise God, from whom all blessings flow! | | | | | | | |
170 | To God the Father, God the Son | | | | | | | |
171 | Now let the Father, and the Son | | | | | | | |
172 | Dismiss us with thy blessing, Lord | | | | | | | |
173 | Give to the Father praise | | | | | | | |
174 | Ye angels round the throne | | | | | | | |
175 | Let sects and names and parties fall | | | | | | | |