# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d161 | May the grace of Christ [God] our [the] Savior | | | | | | | |
d162 | May we who teach the rising race | | | | | | | |
d164 | Morn amid the mountains | | | | | | | |
d166 | My drowsy powers, why sleep ye [you] so | | | | | | | |
d167 | My father, hear the humble prayer | | | | | | | |
d168 | My Father, when I come to thee | | | | | | | |
d169 | My God, thy service well demands | | | | | | | |
d170 | My life's a narrow span | | | | | | | |
d172 | No night shall be in heaven, no gathering gloom | | | | | | | |
d173 | Now be the gospel banner | | | | | | | |
d174 | Now that my journey's just begun | | | | | | | |
d175 | Now we raise our infant voices | | | | | | | |
d176 | O come, let us sing, our youthful hearts | | | | | | | |
d177 | O, for a [an] heart to praise [love] my God | | | | | | | |
d178 | O for a sweet, a holy calm | | | | | | | |
d181 | O happy land, O happy land, Where saints and angels | | | | | | | |
d182 | O Lord, to thee I bend my knee | | | | | | | |
d188 | O that the Lord would guide my [our] ways | | | | | | | |
d190 | O thou who when upon our sphere | | | | | | | |
d191 | O 'tis a folly and a crime | | | | | | | |
d192 | O what has Jesus done for me, he came from the land of Canaan | | | | | | | |
d193 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
d194 | On this auspicious, happy day | | | | | | | |
d195 | On this holy Sabbath morning We again together meet | | | | | | | |
d196 | Once in the silence of the night | | | | | | | |
d197 | Once more assembled on thy day | | | | | | | |
d198 | Our evil actions spring From small and hidden seeds | | | | | | | |
d199 | Our Father, bless the youthful band | | | | | | | |
d200 | Our Father, full of grace divine | | | | | | | |
d201 | Our Father, hallowed be thy name | | | | | | | |
d203 | Our hearts thy throne of grace address | | | | | | | |
d205 | Our Savior bids the children come | | | | | | | |
d206 | Out on an ocean all boundless we ride | | | | | | | |
d209 | Prayer is the soul's [heart's] [saint's] sincere desire | | | | | | | |
d210 | Religion is the chief concern | | | | | | | |
d211 | Remember thy Creator, While youth's fair spring | | | | | | | |
d212 | Rich is the sacred song that swells | | | | | | | |
d213 | Safely through another week | | | | | | | |
d216 | See, another year is gone | | | | | | | |
d219 | Since Jesus loves to hear his praise | | | | | | | |
d220 | Sinner [sinners] turn, why will ye [you] die | | | | | | | |
d221 | Sister, thou wast [wert] mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
d222 | Sow in the morn thy [the] seed, At eve | | | | | | | |
d224 | Sweet is the work, my [O] [our] God, [and] [my] [our] King | | | | | | | |
d225 | Sweet Sabbath school, place dear to me | | | | | | | |
d226 | Swift as the winged arrow flies | | | | | | | |
d227 | Teacher divine, we bow the knee | | | | | | | |
d228 | Teacher, guide of young beginners | | | | | | | |
d229 | The Judge of all shall soon come down | | | | | | | |
d230 | The Lord of earth and sky, The God of ages praise | | | | | | | |
d232 | The morning flowers display their sweets | | | | | | | |
d236 | The sun that lights the world shall fade | | | | | | | |
d237 | Thee we adore, eternal name, And humbly | | | | | | | |
d239 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | | | |
d240 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d241 | There is a path that leads to God, All others go astray | | | | | | | |
d242 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
d243 | There is an hour when I must die | | | | | | | |
d244 | There is, beyond the sky, A heaven of joy and love | | | | | | | |
d245 | This book is all that's left me now | | | | | | | |
d248 | This is the day the Lord hath blest | | | | | | | |
d251 | This life is but a summer's day | | | | | | | |
d252 | This morning, Lord, attend | | | | | | | |
d253 | Thou art our Shepherd, gracious [glorious] Lord [God] | | | | | | | |
d254 | Thou Guardian of our youthful days | | | | | | | |
d255 | Thou that art strong to comfort, look on me | | | | | | | |
d258 | Thy gates we humbly crowd | | | | | | | |
d259 | 'Tis religion that can give sweetest pleasures | | | | | | | |
d260 | To Isr'l's King in praise | | | | | | | |
d261 | To Sabbath school, to Sabbath school | | | | | | | |
d262 | To that bright world where the Savior has gone, far, far away, far, far away | | | | | | | |
d266 | We bless the Lord, our God and King | | | | | | | |
d267 | We bring no glittering treasures, no gems | | | | | | | |
d268 | We sing of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
d269 | We won't [we'll not] give up the Bible, God's holy book of truth | | | | | | | |
d270 | Welcome, sweet morn, we hail with joy | | | | | | | |
d271 | We'll not forget the Sunday school | | | | | | | |
d274 | When blooming youth is [are] snatched [called] away | | | | | | | |
d275 | When daily I kneel down to pray | | | | | | | |
d276 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d280 | Why should I say, 'tis yet too soon | | | | | | | |
d281 | Why should our tears in sorrow flow | | | | | | | |
d282 | Why should we spend our youthful days | | | | | | | |
d283 | With humble heart and tongue, my God | | | | | | | |
d285 | Ye humble souls that [who] seek the Lord | | | | | | | |
d286 | Young children once to Jesus came | | | | | | | |
d287 | Young children were to Jesus brought | | | | | | | |