# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
CI | Land of our Fathers! wheresoe'er we roam | | | | | | | |
CII | Shed not a tear, o'er your friend's early bier | | | | | | | |
CIII | Give me a draught from the crystal spring | | | | | | | |
CIV | Sparkling and bright in its liquid light | | | | | | | |
CV | Flow gently sweet Croton, among thy green trees | | | | | | | |
CVI | Every sheaf of golden grain | | | | | | | |
CVII | For a season called to part | | | | | | | |
CVIII | The sweet birds are winging | | | | | | | |
CIX | 'Tis the last rose of summer | | | | | | | |
CX | In the cottage near the wood | | | | | | | |
CXI | Father, whate'er of eartly bliss | | | | | | | |
CXII | This is the field where hidden lies | | | | | | | |
CXIII | When our fathers, long ago | | | | | | | |
CXIV | Go to thy rest, my child | | | | | | | |
CXV | Far, far o'er hill and dell | | | | | | | |
CXVI | It is not earthly pleasure | | | | | | | |
CXVII | To thee, our Father and our Friend | | | | | | | |
CXVIII | Be sacred truth, my son, thy guide | | | | | | | |
CXIX | Before all lands from east to west | | | | | | | |
CXX | The pleasant school in yonder village | | | | | | | |
CXXI | It is not in the noisy street | | | | | | | |
CXXII | Silently! silently! Ope and close the school-room door | | | | | | | |
CXXIII | We have come to our School room | | | | | | | |
CXXIV | Ye banks and braes of Bonnie Doon | | | | | | | |
CXXV | How dear to my heart are the scenes of my childhood | | | | | | | |
CXXVI | We greet with joy this happy day | | | | | | | |
CXXVII | Shall school acquantance be forgot | | | | | | | |
CXXVIII | Our youthful hearts with temperance burn | | | | | | | |
CXXIX | Come, ye children, learn to sing | | | | | | | |
CXXX | Raise your Banner high in air | | | | | | | |
CXXXI | The drink that's in the drunkard's bowl | | | | | | | |
CXXXII | Before all causes east or west | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal has not been proofed - data may be incomplete or incorrect]