# | 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 earthly 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 dale | | | | | | | |
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 noicy 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 acquaintance 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[CXXII] | Before all causes east or west | | | | | | | |
CXXXIII[CXXIII] | Hark! the pealing, Softly stealing | | | | | | | |
CXXXIV[CXXXIV] | Hark! the deep-ton'd bell is calling | | | | | | | |
CXXXV[CXXXV] | Schoomate wherefore weepest thou, weepest thou, weepest thou | | | | | | | |
CXXXVI[CXXXVI] | Bright smiles the morn when flowers are blooming | | | | | | | |
CXXXVII[CXXXVII] | Brothers, sing with voice united | | | | | | | |
CXXXVIII[CXXXVIII] | I have come from a happy land | | | | | | | |
CXXXIX[CXXIX] | How beautiful the morning | | | | | | | |
CXL[CXXX] | Begone, dull sloth | | | | | | | |
CXLI[CXXXXI] | School is begun, so come every one | | | | | | | |
CXLII[CXXXII] | Come where joy and gladness | | | | | | | |
CXLIII[CXXXIII] | Why, ah! why my heart this sadness | | | | | | | |
CXLIV[CXXXIV] | O, wipe away that tear | | | | | | | |
CXLV[CXXXV] | O Pilot, 'tis a fearful night | | | | | | | |
CXLVI[CXXXVI] | The night was dark and fearful | | | | | | | |
CXLVII[CXXXVII] | Farewell, farewell to thee, Araby's daughter | | | | | | | |
CXLVIII[CXXXVIII] | Hail! all hail! thou merry month of May | | | | | | | |
CXLIX[CXXXIX] | Brother, rest from sin and sorrow | | | | | | | |
CL[CXL] | Come, come, come. Come to the sunset tree | | | | | | | |
CLI[CXLI] | In the merry month of Maying | | | | | | | |
CLII[CXLII] | Come tell me, blue eyed stranger | | | | | | | |
CLIII[CXLIII] | O, it is not while riches and splendor surround us | | | | | | | |
CLIV[CXLIV] | The ground was all covered with snow one day | | | | | | | |
CLV[CXLV] | Of my parents bereft | | | | | | | |
CLVI[CXLVI] | Merrily every bosom boundeth | | | | | | | |
CLVII[CXLVII] | Over the mountain wave | | | | | | | |
CLVIII[CLXVIII] | Brightly the morning sun | | | | | | | |
CLIX[CXLIX] | Come, brothers, come, to the rescue come | | | | | | | |
CLX[CL] | When o'er the silent seas alone | | | | | | | |
CLXI[CLI] | Faintly as tolls the evening chime | | | | | | | |
CLXII[CLII] | Wild roved the Indian girl | | | | | | | |
CLXIII[CLIII] | Hast thou been in the woods with the honey bee? | | | | | | | |
CLXIV[CLIV] | Brightest and best of the sons of the morning | | | | | | | |
CLXV[CLV] | Hark,! 'tis the bells of a village church | | | | | | | |
CLXVI[CLVI] | At dawn Aurora gayly breaks | | | | | | | |
CLXVII[CLVII] | The sun had sunk behind the hill | | | | | | | |
CLXVIII[CLVIII] | O, what can make this glorious land | | | | | | | |
CLXIX[CLIX] | Float on, float on, my haunted bark | | | | | | | |
CLXX[CLX] | O swiftly glides the bonny boat | | | | | | | |
CLXXI[CLXI] | Mark, O mark, sweet friends, the morning | | | | | | | |
CLXXII[CLXII] | A song of the oak, the brave old oak | | | | | | | |
CLXXIII[CLXIII] | How cheering the thought that the spirits of bliiss | | | | | | | |
CLXXIV[CLXIV] | See, brothers, see, how the night comes on | | | | | | | |
CLXXV[CLXV] | Roll on thou great and glorious river | | | | | | | |
CLXXVI[CLXVI] | Come! come! come! O'er the hills, free from care | | | | | | | |
CLXXVII[CLXVI] | You must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear | | | | | | | |
CLXXVIII[CLXVIII] | Speak gently, it is better far | | | | | | | |
CLXXIX[CLXIX] | Be kind to thy Father, for when thou wert young | | | | | | | |
CLXXX[CLXX] | When Joy thy heart is swelling | | | | | | | |
CLXXXI[CLXXI] | Haste thee, schoolboy, haste away | | | | | | | |
CLXXXII[CLXXII] | Where do children love to go | | | | | | | |
CLXXXIII[CLXXII] | I hear thee speak of the better land | | | | | | | |
CLXXXIV[CLXXIV] | My native land, my native land | | | | | | | |
CLXXXV[CLXXV] | Our Father, who art in heaven; Hallowed be thy name | | | | | | | |
CLXXXVI[CLXXVI] | I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills | | | | | | | |
CLXXXVII[CLXXVII] | The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want | | | | | | | |
CLXXXVIII[CLXXVIII] | Hear, ye children, the instruction of a father | | | | | | | |