# | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
1 | We'll not forget to thank you | | | | | |  | |
2 | I want a mother, Teacher dear | | | | | |  | |
3 | This is to us a pleasant home | | | | | |  | |
4 | By thy fireside, gentle lady | | | | | |  | |
5 | Elate with joy and gladness | | | | | |  | |
6 | Oh, there is no spot on this green earth so sweet | | | | | |  | |
7 | We will be what you will make us | | | | | |  | |
8 | Friends, you're welcome to our sight | | | | | |  | |
9 | A home for the Friendless! a safe, quiet spot! | | | | | |  | |
10 | I had a mother kind and good | | | | | |  | |
11 | Patrons dear, and Teachers kind | | | | | |  | |
12 | The Home, the Home, that blessed place | | | | | |  | |
13 | I am a boy just eight years old | | | | | |  | |
14 | Patrons, Teachers, as we meet you | | | | | |  | |
15 | As shepherds flocks were tending | | | | | |  | |
16 | We wish you "merry Christmas!" | | | | | |  | |
17 | On the goods that are not thine | | | | | |  | |
18 | We children enjoy every hour of the day | | | | | |  | |
19 | "Cannot," Edward, did you say! | | | | | |  | |
20 | Sweet music cheers the spirit | | | | | |  | |
21 | Some famous schools I know there are | | | | | |  | |
22 | We study Physiology | | | | | |  | |
23 | Of parts of speech, grammarians say | | | | | |  | |
24 | We are all reading, read, read, reading | | | | | |  | |
25 | I am father of the waters | | | | | |  | |
26 | Lightly tread, lightly tread | | | | | |  | |
27 | Oh! there was once a little boy | | | | | |  | |
28 | A farmer's life is the life for me | | | | | |  | |
29 | Oh, welcome, welcome, festal day! | | | | | |  | |
30 | If ever I see On bush or tree | | | | | |  | |
31 | Each flower holds up A dainty cup | | | | | |  | |
32 | The stars are fading from the sky | | | | | |  | |
33 | When General Washington was young | | | | | |  | |
34 | With joy we meet, With smiles we greet | | | | | |  | |
35 | My dear little child | | | | | |  | |
36 | Dear friends, do you know that to pay for our building | | | | | |  | |
37 | Thanksgiving is a happy day | | | | | |  | |
38 | Behold, oh God, this little band | | | | | |  | |
39 | If it is sweet on earth to meet | | | | | |  | |
40 | Little children, when the evening | | | | | |  | |
41 | The day is gone, the night is come | | | | | |  | |
42 | We all love one another | | | | | |  | |
43 | Jesus, tender Shepherd, hear me! | | | | | |  | |
44 | How bright the day, the joyful day | | | | | |  | |
45 | Child, you're old enough to know | | | | | |  | |
46 | Who are these in bright array | | | | | |  | |
47 | Little travelers Zionward | | | | | |  | |
48 | Jesus little children blesses | | | | | |  | |
49 | Our God, who kept us through the night | | | | | |  | |
50 | To the Chapel we have come | | | | | |  | |
51 | Thou, from whom we never part | | | | | |  | |
52 | Here we learn of God and Heaven | | | | | |  | |
53 | Morn amid the mountains | | | | | |  | |
54 | See, the kind Shepherd, Jesus, stands | | | | | |  | |
55 | 'Tis a lesson you should heed | | | | | |  | |
56 | Little drops of water | | | | | |  | |
57 | This world is not so bad a world | | | | | |  | |
58 | I knew a widow, very poor | | | | | |  | |
59 | I want to be an angel | | | | | |  | |
60 | O that the Lord would guide my ways | | | | | |  | |
61 | How sweet is the Sabbath, the morning of rest | | | | | |  | |
62 | Dear Father, ere we part | | | | | |  | |
63 | Lord, teach a little child to pray | | | | | |  | |
64 | Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep! | | | | | |  | |
65 | Joyfully, joyfully, onward we move | | | | | |  | |
66 | I think, when I read that sweet story of old | | | | | |  | |
P80 | I saw a little child at play | | | | | |  | |
P81 | When Sabbath's sacred morning light | | | | | |  | |
P84 | There is a happy land, "Fast by the throne" | | | | | |  | |
P86 | There is a happy land, Far, far away | | | | | |  | |
P87 | The Sabbath School's a place for prayer | | | | | |  | |
P90 | Little trav'lers, Zionward | | | | | |  | |
P92 | Around the throne of God in heav'n | | | | | |  | |
P95 | How kind are the words which our Saviour has broken | | | | | |  | |
P97 | Lo, at noon 'tis sudden night! | | | | | |  | |
P100 | There is a voice on every breeze | | | | | |  | |
P102 | In humble accents, Lord, we sing | | | | | |  | |
P104 | "Little children, love each other" | | | | | |  | |
P105 | The child who dares to risk his soul | | | | | |  | |
P108 | When Jesus left His Father's throne | | | | | |  | |
P110 | Little child, do you love Jesus? | | | | | |  | |
P113 | Very little ones are we | | | | | |  | |
P115 | We lay thee in the silent tomb | | | | | |  | |