# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
101 | Softly now the light of day | | | | | | | |
102 | Now from many a floweret fair | | | | | | | |
103 | As the sun's enlivening eye | | | | | | | |
104 | Glory to our heavenly King! | | | | | | | |
105 | How can those who daily share | | | | | | | |
106 | Now may he who from the dead | | | | | | | |
107 | All things beautiful and fair | ALL THINGS BEAUTIFUL | | | | | | |
108 | "Little children, come to me" | | | | | | | |
109 | Saviour, teach me, day by day | | | | | | | |
110 | Saviour, to the living well | | | | | | | |
111 | Child, amid the flowers at play | | | | | | | |
112 | Now the shades of night are gone | | | | | | | |
113 | Holy Bible, book divine | | | | | | | |
114 | Feeble, helpless, how shall I | | | | | | | |
115 | Lo, the lilies of the field! | | | | | | | |
116 | Day by day the manna fell | | | | | | | |
117 | They who seek the throne of grace | | | | | | | |
118 | Little rain-drops feed the rill | | | | | | | |
119 | God of mercy, God of love! | | | | | | | |
120 | Let us, with a joyful mind | | | | | | | |
121 | Jesus, when a little child | | | | | | | |
122 | Quiet, Lord, my froward heart | | | | | | | |
123 | Mary to her Saviour's tomb | | | | | | | |
124 | Who are they, whose little feet | | | | | | | |
125 | Praise to God, immortal praise | | | | | | | |
126 | Pleasant is the sabbath bell | | | | | | | |
127 | In our homes, or in the street | | | | | | | |
128 | I'm going to be a soldier | | | | | | | |
129 | Away, dull care and sorrow! | | | | | | | |
130 | Oh bless us, heavenly Father | | | | | | | |
131 | The light pours down from heaven | | | | | | | |
132 | O God, our heavenly Father | | | | | | | |
133 | In the broad fields of heaven | | | | | | | |
134 | We meet again in gladness | | | | | | | |
135 | This world is full of beauty | | | | | | | |
136 | To thee, O God! we offer | | | | | | | |
137 | We come, with joy and gladness | | | | | | | |
138 | Remember thy Creator, While youth's fair spring is bright | | | | | | | |
139 | To Thee be praise for ever | | | | | | | |
140 | Oh what a world this might be | | | | | | | |
141 | 'Tis summer, glorious summer | | | | | | | |
142 | Another year is given | | | | | | | |
143 | Dark night away hath rolled | | | | | | | |
144 | See the leaves around us falling | | | | | | | |
145 | Faintly flow, thou falling river | | | | | | | |
146 | Love divine, all love excelling | | | | | | | |
147 | Father, hear the prayer we offer! | | | | | | | |
148 | Gracious God, our heavenly Father! | | | | | | | |
149 | Heavenly Father, grant thy blessing | | | | | | | |
150 | Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
151 | Father, let thy benediction | | | | | | | |
152 | Peace from God, our heavenly Father | | | | | | | |
153 | May the grace of Christ our Saviour | | | | | | | |
154 | Father, hear the songs we raise thee | | | | | | | |
155 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah! | | | | | | | |
156 | Lead us, heavenly Father, lead us | | | | | | | |
157 | I am waiting by the river | | | | | | | |
158 | Happy days are gliding o'er us | | | | | | | |
159 | Loved companion, thou hast left us | | | | | | | |
160 | Gently, Lord, oh! gently lead us | | | | | | | |
161 | O my good and gracious Maker | | | | | | | |
162 | One by one thy duties wait thee | | | | | | | |
163 | Lord, a little band and lowly | | | | | | | |
164 | Holy Father, thou hast taught me | | | | | | | |
165 | There are angels ever near us | | | | | | | |
166 | Peace of God, which knows no measure | | | | | | | |
167 | Now, on land and sea descending | | | | | | | |
168 | Welcome, welcome, quiet morning | | | | | | | |
169 | Meek and lowly, pure and holy | | | | | | | |
170 | Holy Father, gently bless us | | | | | | | |
171 | Part in peace! is day before us? | | | | | | | |
172 | Once was heard the song of children | | | | | | | |
173 | Lord, with grateful hearts before thee | | | | | | | |
174 | In our childhood's morning, Father | | | | | | | |
175 | Jesus Christ, my Lord and Saviour | | | | | | | |
176 | "Come who will," the voice from heaven | | | | | | | |
177 | Lord, who lovest little children | | | | | | | |
178 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
179 | There is a place of sacred rest | | | | | | | |
180 | Life is not a fleeting shadow | | | | | | | |
181 | God has said, For ever blessed | | | | | | | |
182 | Take my heart, O Father! mould it | | | | | | | |
183 | Save us, in thy great compassion | | | | | | | |
184 | Shall we gather at the river | | | | | | | |
185 | Come to us, O gracious Father! | | | | | | | |
186 | In our hearts we feel his beauty | | | | | | | |
187 | Who shall sing, if not the children? | | | | | | | |
188 | Praise the Lord, when blushing morning | | | | | | | |
189 | Lend a hand to one another | | | | | | | |
190 | When the joyous day is dawning | | | | | | | |
191 | In the duties now before us | | | | | | | |
192 | Jesus, by thy simple beauty | | | | | | | |
193 | Sweetly now the day is closing | | | | | | | |
194 | Heavenly Shepherd, guide us, feed us | | | | | | | |
195 | Bright the path of life before me | | | | | | | |
196 | Angry words! Oh let them never | | | | | | | |
197 | Lift your hearts in adoration | | | | | | | |
198 | Down the harbor speeds the pilot | | | | | | | |
199 | The rolling year, Almighty Lord | | | | | | | |
200 | Hark! a burst of heavenly music | | | | | | | |