The American School Hymn Book

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CILand of our Fathers! wheresoe'er we roamPage Scan
CIIShed not a tear, o'er your friend's early bierPage Scan
CIIIGive me a draught from the crystal springPage Scan
CIVSparkling and bright in its liquid lightPage Scan
CVFlow gently sweet Croton, among thy green treesPage Scan
CVIEvery sheaf of golden grainPage Scan
CVIIFor a season called to partPage Scan
CVIIIThe sweet birds are wingingPage Scan
CIX'Tis the last rose of summerPage Scan
CXIn the cottage near the woodPage Scan
CXIFather, whate'er of eartly blissPage Scan
CXIIThis is the field where hidden liesPage Scan
CXIIIWhen our fathers, long agoPage Scan
CXIVGo to thy rest, my childPage Scan
CXVFar, far o'er hill and dellPage Scan
CXVIIt is not earthly pleasurePage Scan
CXVIITo thee, our Father and our FriendPage Scan
CXVIIIBe sacred truth, my son, thy guidePage Scan
CXIXBefore all lands from east to westPage Scan
CXXThe pleasant school in yonder villagePage Scan
CXXIIt is not in the noisy streetPage Scan
CXXIISilently! silently! Ope and close the school-room doorPage Scan
CXXIIIWe have come to our School roomPage Scan
CXXIVYe banks and braes of Bonnie DoonPage Scan
CXXVHow dear to my heart are the scenes of my childhoodPage Scan
CXXVIWe greet with joy this happy dayPage Scan
CXXVIIShall school acquantance be forgotPage Scan
CXXVIIIOur youthful hearts with temperance burnPage Scan
CXXIXCome, ye children, learn to singPage Scan
CXXXRaise your Banner high in airPage Scan
CXXXIThe drink that's in the drunkard's bowlPage Scan
CXXXIIBefore all causes east or westPage Scan

[This hymnal has not been proofed - data may be incomplete or incorrect]
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