# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | All day long the Shepherd | | | | | | | |
d2 | All things bright and beautiful | | | | | | | |
d3 | An angel came and spoke to man | | | | | | | |
d4 | As a little child relies | | | | | | | |
d5 | As children of Zion our voices we'll raise | | | | | | | |
d6 | As I watch the rising sun | | | | | | | |
d7 | Away in a [the] manger, no crib | | | | | | | |
d8 | Be happy sings the little bird | | | | | | | |
d9 | Blessings on all Zion's children | | | | | | | |
d10 | Brother, sing your country's anthem | | | | | | | |
d11 | Called to serve him, heavenly King of glory | | | | | | | |
d12 | Can a little child like me | | | | | | | |
d13 | Catch the sunshine, though it flickers | | | | | | | |
d14 | Children of the Saints of Zion | | | | | | | |
d15 | Come, all ye shepherds and be not dismayed | | | | | | | |
d16 | Come, come, ye saints, no toil nor labor fear | | | | | | | |
d17 | Crossing the prairie, pioneers so brave | | | | | | | |
d18 | Dare to be [do] right, dare to be true | | | | | | | |
d19 | Days of summer glory, days I love to see | | | | | | | |
d20 | Dear to the heart of the Shepherd, Dear are the sheep | | | | | | | |
d21 | Dearest children, God is near you | | | | | | | |
d22 | Ere you left your room this morning | | | | | | | |
d23 | Faith of our fathers, living still [faith] | | | | | | | |
d24 | Far above earth's tumult | | | | | | | |
d25 | Far, far away on Judea's plains | | | | | | | |
d26 | Father, thy children to thee now raise | | | | | | | |
d27 | Favored little ones were [are] they | | | | | | | |
d28 | For the beauty of the earth | | | | | | | |
d29 | Give me the joy of living | | | | | | | |
d30 | Give, said the little stream | | | | | | | |
d31 | Gladly meeting, kindly greeting | | | | | | | |
d32 | Glory to God on high, Let heaven and earth reply | | | | | | | |
d33 | Go, when the morning shineth | | | | | | | |
d34 | God gave me dear America | | | | | | | |
d35 | God has numbered in the sky | | | | | | | |
d36 | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
d37 | God, our Father, made the night | | | | | | | |
d38 | God wants all little children | | | | | | | |
d39 | Good afternoon, dear little friend | | | | | | | |
d40 | Hail, hail, hail, all hail, the gospel is restored | | | | | | | |
d41 | He dug his garden, he sowed the seeds | | | | | | | |
d42 | Hear the joy bells ringing, ringing | | | | | | | |
d43 | Heavenly Father we beseeach thee, great thy | | | | | | | |
d44 | Help me, dear Father, to freely forgive | | | | | | | |
d45 | Hope of Isr'l, Zion's army | | | | | | | |
d46 | How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d47 | How great the wisdom and the love | | | | | | | |
d48 | I have a garden, a lovely garden | | | | | | | |
d49 | I have two little hands folded snugly and tight | | | | | | | |
d50 | I help mother with the dishes | | | | | | | |
d51 | I know that my Redeemer lives, what comfort this | | | | | | | |
d52 | I like my birthdays every one | | | | | | | |
d53 | I thank thee, dear Father in heaven above | | | | | | | |
d54 | I think, when I read that [the] sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
d55 | I will seek to be a blessing | | | | | | | |
d56 | If the way be full of trial | | | | | | | |
d57 | If you chance to meet a frown | | | | | | | |
d58 | I'll serve the Lord while I am young | | | | | | | |
d59 | In our lovely Deseret | | | | | | | |
d60 | In robes of light, than day more bright | | | | | | | |
d61 | In that bright and holy city | | | | | | | |
d62 | In the leafy tree tops | | | | | | | |
d63 | It may not be on the mountain [mountain's] height, Or over the stormy sea | | | | | | | |
d64 | Jesus is our loving Friend | | | | | | | |
d65 | Jesus, once of humble birth | | | | | | | |
d66 | Jesus once was a little child | | | | | | | |
d67 | Jesus, the very [only] thought of Thee [You] | | | | | | | |
d68 | Jesus wants me for a sunbeam | | | | | | | |
d69 | Jolly old Saint Nicholas, lean your ear | | | | | | | |
d70 | Kind and heavenly Father | | | | | | | |
d71 | Kind friends, as here I stand to sing | | | | | | | |
d72 | Land of the mountains high | | | | | | | |
d73 | Leaves are falling, falling, falling | | | | | | | |
d74 | Let the Holy Spirit's promptings | | | | | | | |
d75 | Let us join in a song | | | | | | | |
d76 | Let us treat each other kindly | | | | | | | |
d77 | Let's be kind to one another | | | | | | | |
d78 | Listen, my boy, I've a word for you | | | | | | | |
d79 | Little drops of water, little grains of sand | | | | | | | |
d80 | Little knees should lowly bend | | | | | | | |
d81 | Little lambs so white and fair | | | | | | | |
d82 | Lord, we ask thee, ere we part | | | | | | | |
d83 | Lord, we come before thee now | | | | | | | |
d84 | Lord, we thank thee for this day | | | | | | | |
d85 | Lullaby, and good night | | | | | | | |
d86 | Merry, merry children, sweetly sing | | | | | | | |
d87 | Mother dear, I love you so | | | | | | | |
d88 | Mother dear, who keeps me safe from every harm | | | | | | | |
d89 | Mother irons the clothes so | | | | | | | |
d90 | Mother is the dearest of all the friends I know | | | | | | | |
d91 | My body is a temple | | | | | | | |
d92 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
d93 | My grandmother dear has a garden | | | | | | | |
d94 | My light is but a little one | | | | | | | |
d95 | My tithing gives me happiness | | | | | | | |
d96 | Nay, speak no ill, a kindly word | | | | | | | |
d97 | Never be late to the Sunday School class | | | | | | | |
d98 | Now the day is over, Night is drawing nigh | | | | | | | |
d99 | O beautiful for spacious skies | | | | | | | |
d100 | O bright, smiling morning | | | | | | | |