# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | A darling child lay dying | | | | | | | |
d2 | A wonderful story I often | | | | | | | |
d3 | All hail the bright and beautiful morn | | | | | | | |
d4 | Around the throne of God | | | | | | | |
d5 | Around the throne of God in heaven, thousands | | | | | | | |
d6 | Beautiful eyes are the eyes | | | | | | | |
d7 | Beautiful the dawning | | | | | | | |
d8 | Blessed Jesus, we adore thee | | | | | | | |
d9 | Bright blossoms of beauty | | | | | | | |
d10 | Bright buttercups and daisies | | | | | | | |
d11 | Can a little, sinful child | | | | | | | |
d12 | Can the mighty God above us | | | | | | | |
d13 | Can you tell how many birdies | | | | | | | |
d14 | Dear Jesus great Shepherd | | | | | | | |
d15 | Dear Savior, ever at my side, How loving Thou must be | | | | | | | |
d16 | Dear Savior, guide my little feet | | | | | | | |
d17 | Dear Savior, teach me how | | | | | | | |
d18 | Dear Shepherd of Zion, it oft hath been told | | | | | | | |
d19 | Ever thrillingly sweet is the story | | | | | | | |
d20 | Every springtime seems calling | | | | | | | |
d21 | For the bud and the bloom | | | | | | | |
d22 | God cares for the birds | | | | | | | |
d23 | Have you heard the sweet story of Jesus King of glory | | | | | | | |
d24 | Have you not heard how the children once sang | | | | | | | |
d25 | Here again with joy | | | | | | | |
d26 | Here are two, only two | | | | | | | |
d27 | I asked the little joyous bird | | | | | | | |
d28 | I gladly would be like a Christmas bell | | | | | | | |
d29 | I have two little hands, which the Lord | | | | | | | |
d30 | I have two little hands, which the Lord hath given | | | | | | | |
d31 | I love my blessed Savior, because he first loved me | | | | | | | |
d32 | I love my dear Redeemer | | | | | | | |
d33 | I think, when I read that [the] sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
d34 | I would be a rosebud fair | | | | | | | |
d35 | I would be bright as the brightest | | | | | | | |
d36 | In his wondrous love the Savior long ago | | | | | | | |
d37 | In the palace of the king | | | | | | | |
d38 | It was the night before | | | | | | | |
d39 | Jerusalem how fair and bright | | | | | | | |
d40 | Jesus bids us shine with a pure, clear [clear, pure] light | | | | | | | |
d41 | Jesus evermore is calling | | | | | | | |
d42 | Jesus, help a sinful child | | | | | | | |
d43 | Jesus, I am but a child | | | | | | | |
d44 | Jesus, I would follow thee | | | | | | | |
d45 | Jesus loves the little children | | | | | | | |
d46 | Jesus, tender shepherd, hear us | | | | | | | |
d47 | Jesus, to this sacred place | | | | | | | |
d48 | Jesus, when he left the sky | | | | | | | |
d49 | Jesus will welcome the children | | | | | | | |
d50 | Jesus wondrous love possessing | | | | | | | |
d51 | Jewels, bright beautiful | | | | | | | |
d52 | Joy, joy, this happy Easter morning | | | | | | | |
d53 | Lead me, blessed Savior | | | | | | | |
d54 | Let me walk with the angels | | | | | | | |
d55 | Let the little lambs be fed | | | | | | | |
d56 | Let us all together rise | | | | | | | |
d57 | Let us rise and sweetly sing | | | | | | | |
d58 | Let us sing of our blessed Redeemer | | | | | | | |
d59 | Let us sing to the Lord | | | | | | | |
d60 | Little bluebirds and robins | | | | | | | |
d61 | Little drops of water, little grains of sand | | | | | | | |
d62 | Little sunbeams in their brightness | | | | | | | |
d63 | Lo what wondrous light is falling | | | | | | | |
d64 | Long ago the blest redeemer | | | | | | | |
d65 | Long ago when our savior | | | | | | | |
d66 | Lord, teach a little child to pray, to plead for mercy | | | | | | | |
d67 | Merrily silvery chiming | | | | | | | |
d68 | My hands I would give | | | | | | | |
d69 | My little ears were made | | | | | | | |
d70 | Nobody knows of the work it makes | | | | | | | |
d71 | O day of days the brightest | | | | | | | |
d72 | O Father, send thy angels | | | | | | | |
d73 | O Jesus, mighty Savior, King | | | | | | | |
d74 | O pray can you tell us | | | | | | | |
d75 | O what can little hands do to please the King of heaven | | | | | | | |
d76 | O who is it like Jesus by prophets foretold | | | | | | | |
d77 | Of all the sweet stories that ever were told, this side | | | | | | | |
d78 | On to victory, on to victory, ever marching | | | | | | | |
d79 | Our Savior God to thee | | | | | | | |
d80 | Precious is the Savior's promise | | | | | | | |
d81 | Rejoice, rejoice, the Lord most high | | | | | | | |
d82 | Running on errands for Jesus | | | | | | | |
d83 | Savior King, I would sing | | | | | | | |
d84 | Scattering precious seed by the wayside | | | | | | | |
d85 | Sister, thou wast [wert] mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
d86 | Some blessed day, Jesus | | | | | | | |
d87 | Some day we are hoping | | | | | | | |
d88 | Something for Jesus, O that I could bring | | | | | | | |
d89 | Summer's going, summer's gone leaves are falling, one by one | | | | | | | |
d90 | The beautiful lilies | | | | | | | |
d91 | The King is in need of volunteers | | | | | | | |
d92 | The King of the day | | | | | | | |
d93 | The morning is bright | | | | | | | |
d94 | The sun must shine to give us | | | | | | | |
d95 | There are little crowns in heaven | | | | | | | |
d96 | There is a world of rest | | | | | | | |
d97 | There is something to do | | | | | | | |
d98 | There's a Friend for little children | | | | | | | |
d99 | There's a land far away where the shadows | | | | | | | |
d100 | 'Tis a dark and gloomy day | | | | | | | |