Late 19th Century
Lyrics
Beautiful Morn So Fair and Bright
Bright Dawns the Morning of Christmas Joy
Come Boys, Don’t Wait for a Future Day
Ever Near
Dearest Teacher, Loving Pastor
Going Home
Golden Jerusalem
I’ll Lift Mine Eyes unto the Hills
Let Us Sing Loud Praises
Little Children, Press Onward
O How I Love the Dawn
Shining Land, The
Sunday School Call
We Are Marching on to Reach the Shining Shore
We Are Marching on to Zion
To the Woods, to the Woods
Who Shall Ever Be Joyful?
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