Say, sinner, hath a voice within
See another week is gone See, Jesus, thy disciples see See that heathen mother stand See the kind shepherd, Jesus, stands Show pity, Lord; O Lord, forgive Sing, my soul, his wondrous love. Sing we the song of those who stand. Sin has a thousand treacherous arts Sinners, hear, for God hath spoken Sinners, turn, why will ye Soldiers of Christ, arise Songs of praise the angels sang
Soon will set the Sabbath sun
Sow in the morn thy seed
Sovereign of worlds, display thy power
Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay
Strive, for the way is strait
Sweet is the work, my God, my King.
Take up thy cross, the Saviour said Teacher divine, we bow the knee Teacher, guide of young beginners Teach me, Lord, thy name to know Ten thousand different flowers That awful hour will soon appear The bosom where I oft have lain The burden of their souls they bring. The children's angels always view The clock has struck, I cannot stay The day is past and gone
The God of heaven is pleased to see. The heathen perish day by day The heavens declare thy glory, Lord 'The hour is come, I will not stay The light of Sabbath eve
The lilies of the field
The Lord is here; he sees us too The Lord Jehovah reigns.
The Lord of glory is my light. The man is ever blessed
The moon and planets while they run The moon is very fair and bright. The inorning breaks, my voice I raise The night is past and gone.
The smitten heart and starting tear
The spacious firmament on high
The sun, that lights the world, shall fade
There is a glorious world of light. There is a land above
There is a land of pure delight There is a God who reigns above There is a fountain filled with blood There is a grassy bed.
There is a path that leads to God. There is beyond the sky
There's not a star whose twinkling light. There's not a tint that paints the rose Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love Think, ye who fondly languish This day belongs to God alone This God is the God we adore. This is a precious book indeed This is the day when Christ arose This is the field where hidden lies This is the way to know the Lord This year is hastening too away Those children who a promise give Thou art our Shepherd, gracious Lord Thou art my portion, O my God Though I am young, I have a soul Though in the earthly church below. Thou great Instructer, lest I stray Thou Man of griefs, remember me Thou sweet gliding Kedron
Thou who didst with love and blessing Through all the dangers of the night Thus far we're spared again to meet Thy kingdom come, thus day by dav
Thy works proclaim thy glory, Lord. Time grows not old with length of years. "Tis a point I long to know
'Tis finished, so the Saviour cried
'Tis Jesus speaks, I fold, says he
"Tis religion that can give
'Tis sweet to rest in lively hope
To dwell with sinners here below
Try us, O God, and search the ground
Union, it is a hallowed name
Visit, Lord, thy habitation.
Wafted o'er the breast of ocean
Wake, slumbering world, a midnight cry We are but young, yet we may sing We come, we come, with loud acclaim Weep, little children, weep
Welcome, sweet day of rest
Welcome, sweet inorn, we hail with joy
Welcome the sweet, the sacred hour
Welcome, welcome, dear Redeemer.
We meet for evening prayer
We now from school depart
We offer, Lord, an humble prayer
We seem to hear a voice of praise What a mercy, what a treasure
We ought to speak with humble fear.
What cheering words are these What is an idol? every heart
What is there, Lord, a child can do
What souls are those that venture near What various hinderances we meet When a foolish thought within. When all thy mercies, O my God. When at thy footstool, Lord, I bend When bending o'er the brink of life When daily I kneel down to pray When Eli's sons, by deeds profane Whene'er I take my walks abroad Whene'er the angry passions rise When gathering clouds around I view When His salvation bringing. When I can read my title clear When I frequent the house of prayer When I look up to yonder sky. When I survey the wondrous cross When Jesus left his Father's throne When Jesus to the temple came When little Samuel woke When rising from the bed of death When sickness, pain, an death When the glorious work begun When the infant spirit flying
When the Redeemer left his throne When to the house of God we go
When we children bend the knee Where is the high and lofty One
Where should I be if God should say Where two or three together meet
Where two or three with sweet accord
While wicked boys and girls we meet
While, with ceaseless course, the sun Whither, but to thee, O Lord'
ANNIVERSARY OCCASIONS.
VARIOUS OCCASIONS AND SUBJECTS
SABBATH-SCHOOL MONTHLY CONCERT 413-479
CHRISTIAN LIFE AND EXPERIENCE 480-507 DISMISSION AND DOXOLOGIES
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