| # | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
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| d1 | As on the path of life we tread | | | | | | | |
| d2 | Bells are ringing, birds are singing | | | | | | | |
| d3 | Blest be the tie that binds our hearts in Christian love | | | | | | | |
| d4 | Children are straying afar | | | | | | | |
| d5 | Chime on, sweet bells, your music tells | | | | | | | |
| d6 | Don't be cross | | | | | | | |
| d7 | Ever for the right, boys | | | | | | | |
| d8 | Fair lilies, fair lilies | | | | | | | |
| d9 | Father, I am but a child | | | | | | | |
| d10 | Follow in the path where Jesus leads | | | | | | | |
| d11 | Following the steps of Jesus | | | | | | | |
| d12 | Gently, gently falls the rain | | | | | | | |
| d13 | God is love, the snowflakes whisper | | | | | | | |
| d14 | Good news for little children, Whoever they may be | | | | | | | |
| d15 | Grow like the lilies | | | | | | | |
| d16 | He who gave the morning | | | | | | | |
| d17 | I know what I'll do for Jesus | | | | | | | |
| d18 | I love you, mother, said little John | | | | | | | |
| d19 | I washed my hands this morning | | | | | | | |
| d20 | I would be a sunbeam, shining every day | | | | | | | |
| d21 | If I were a beautiful twinkling star | | | | | | | |
| d22 | Jesus bids us shine with a bright | | | | | | | |
| d23 | Jesus, high in glory | | | | | | | |
| d24 | Jesus, I will follow thee, for I hear thee calling | | | | | | | |
| d25 | Jesus loves me, Jesus loves me, Jesus loves even me | | | | | | | |
| d26 | Jesus said of little children | | | | | | | |
| d27 | Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom | | | | | | | |
| d28 | Let the little children bring Floral tributes | | | | | | | |
| d29 | Lilies of the field so fair | | | | | | | |
| d30 | Little children ought to be | | | | | | | |
| d31 | Little drops of water, little grains of sand | | | | | | | |
| d32 | Little givers, come and bring Tribute to your heavenly King | | | | | | | |
| d33 | Little hearts can love | | | | | | | |
| d34 | Little stars that twinkle | | | | | | | |
| d35 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
| d36 | Once there was a bad boy | | | | | | | |
| d37 | Our Father, while before thee | | | | | | | |
| d38 | Pretty little lilies | | | | | | | |
| d39 | Savior, teach me, day by day, love's sweet lesson to obey | | | | | | | |
| d40 | See the dews of morning on the blades of green | | | | | | | |
| d41 | Snowbird, snowbird | | | | | | | |
| d42 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
| d43 | Suffer the children to come unto me | | | | | | | |
| d44 | Take my life, and let it be, consecrated | | | | | | | |
| d45 | Tell it, every gentle breeze | | | | | | | |
| d46 | The angels sang one starry night | | | | | | | |
| d47 | The blessed cross of Jesus | | | | | | | |
| d48 | The nations are asking | | | | | | | |
| d49 | The praise of God we'll sing | | | | | | | |
| d50 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | | | |
| d51 | Thou art my Shepherd, Caring in every need | | | | | | | |
| d52 | Through the meadows green, inviting | | | | | | | |
| d53 | 'Tis the sweetest thought | | | | | | | |
| d54 | We are coming, we are coming, we are soldiers of the Lord | | | | | | | |
| d55 | We are going down the valley | | | | | | | |
| d56 | We are happy, always happy in the Sunday school | | | | | | | |
| d57 | We are little gleaners | | | | | | | |
| d58 | We are marching light | | | | | | | |
| d59 | We are soldiers of the cross, followers | | | | | | | |
| d60 | We for Christ, to Him we bring | | | | | | | |
| d61 | We're a band of happy children | | | | | | | |
| d62 | We're marching | | | | | | | |
| d63 | When I awaken in the morning | | | | | | | |
| d64 | When the heart grows faint and the soul is weary | | | | | | | |
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