# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
201 | O 'tis a folly and a crime | | | | | | | |
202 | Father divine! thy piercing eye | | | | | | | |
203 | Let me think, if I were dying | | | | | | | |
204 | Soon as I heard my Father say | | | | | | | |
205 | Poor and needy though I be | | | | | | | |
206 | Gracious God! to thee I pray | | | | | | | |
207 | The short-lived day declines in haste | | | | | | | |
208 | 'Tis but a short uncertain space | | | | | | | |
209 | When blooming youth is snatch'd away | | | | | | | |
210 | When Eli's sons by deeds profane | | | | | | | |
211 | Jesus, who knows full well | | | | | | | |
212 | When life's tempestuous storms are o'er | | | | | | | |
213 | There is a land above | | | | | | | |
214 | There is a glorious world of light | | | | | | | |
215 | O thou, before whose gracious throne | | | | | | | |
216 | Eternity is just at hand | | | | | | | |
217 | That solemn day will soon arrive | | | | | | | |
218 | Methinks the last great day is come! | | | | | | | |
219 | Lord, teach a sinful child to pray | | | | | | | |
220 | When the Redeemer left his throne | | | | | | | |
221 | O world of bliss! could mortal eyes | | | | | | | |
222 | O God! I thank thee that the night | | | | | | | |
223 | The hour is come, I will not stray | | | | | | | |
224 | Heirs of unending life | | | | | | | |
225 | Where two or three together meet | | | | | | | |
226 | O Lord! encouraged by thy grace | | | | | | | |
227 | God of my life, thy constant care | | | | | | | |
228 | Christ the Lord is risen to-day | | | | | | | |
229 | Jesus, unite our hearts to thee | | | | | | | |
230 | Let party names no more | | | | | | | |
231 | What various hind'rances we meet | | | | | | | |
232 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
233 | Among the deepest shades of night | | | | | | | |
234 | Blest be the tie that binds | | | | | | | |
235 | Come, let us join with one accord | | | | | | | |
236 | Great source of good! our youthful lays | | | | | | | |
237 | We now from school depart | | | | | | | |
238 | To Jesus, the crown of my hope | | | | | | | |
239 | On this auspicious, happy day | | | | | | | |
240 | Again the kind revolving year | | | | | | | |
241 | From all that dwell below the skies | | | | | | | |
242 | Once more before we part | | | | | | | |
243 | Praise God, from whom all blessings flow | | | | | | | |
244 | Now to the Lamb that once was slain | | | | | | | |
245 | Come, let our voices join | | | | | | | |
246 | Great God! accept our songs of praise | | | | | | | |
247 | Rich is the sacred song that swells | | | | | | | |
248 | Come, ye children, and adore him, Lord of all, he reigns above | | | | | | | |
249 | Again we hail the joyful day | | | | | | | |
250 | O thou! whom angel choirs adoring | | | | | | | |
251 | On this our festal day | | | | | | | |
252 | Almighty God! by whose command | | | | | | | |
253 | Hosanna be the children's song | | | | | | | |
254 | What tho' no harp with golden string | | | | | | | |
255 | Come children, tune your voices | | | | | | | |
256 | Shall Bethlehem forget her night | | | | | | | |
257 | Encompass'd in an infant's form | | | | | | | |
258 | Jesus Christ, the Holy One | | | | | | | |
259 | Hail to the joyful morning | | | | | | | |
260 | There's triumph in the worlds above | | | | | | | |
261 | The heralds now are flying | | | | | | | |
262 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
263 | They have gone to the land where the patriarchs rest | | | | | | | |