# | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
d101 | O happy land, O happy land, Where saints and angels | | | | | | | |
d102 | O here I sit and plait my straw | | | | | | | |
d103 | O I am so happy, the [a] little girl said | | | | | | | |
d104 | O linden tree, how sweet art thou | | | | | | | |
d105 | O loving and forgiving | | | | | | | |
d106 | O make me a very good child | | | | | | | |
d107 | O may my heart discover | | | | | | | |
d108 | O may truth guide our youth | | | | | | | |
d109 | O say, little girl, whither now are you going | | | | | | | |
d110 | O speak softly to thy comrade | | | | | | | |
d111 | O turn that [thy] little foot aside | | | | | | | |
d112 | O welcome light that rises bright | | | | | | | |
d113 | O what a lovely thing | | | | | | | |
d114 | O what is heaven, I want to know | | | | | | | |
d115 | O where tell me where has my little brother gone | | | | | | | |
d116 | Oft in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain | | | | | | | |
d117 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
d118 | Our Father in heaven we hallow thy name | | | | | | | |
d119 | Our Savior bids the children come | | | | | | | |
d120 | Our youthful hearts for learning burn | | | | | | | |
d121 | Preserved by thine almighty power | | | | | | | |
d122 | Savior, do Thou appear | | | | | | | |
d123 | Savior, once fond parents brought Thee | | | | | | | |
d124 | Say, mother, why do people weep | | | | | | | |
d125 | Schoolmates, can you tell me | | | | | | | |
d126 | See the kind [good] Shepherd, Jesus, stands | | | | | | | |
d127 | Shall 'ere cold water be forgot | | | | | | | |
d128 | Shall Simon bear his cross alone | | | | | | | |
d129 | Shall we oppressed with sadness | | | | | | | |
d130 | She sleeps, a weary one, rash boy, arouse her not | | | | | | | |
d131 | Should you wish to be told | | | | | | | |
d132 | Silently, silently, ope and close the school | | | | | | | |
d133 | Sing, sing, sing, sing, dear children, sing | | | | | | | |
d134 | Smiling May, comes in play | | | | | | | |
d135 | Sweetly the Sabbath bell steals on the air | | | | | | | |
d136 | The Bible, the Bible, Best volume of truth | | | | | | | |
d137 | The Bible, the Bible, More precious than gold | | | | | | | |
d138 | The daylight fades, the evening shades | | | | | | | |
d139 | The flowers are blooming everywhere | | | | | | | |
d140 | The little child who loves to pray | | | | | | | |
d141 | The morning bright, with rosy light | | | | | | | |
d142 | The mother looked pale and her face was (quite) sad | | | | | | | |
d143 | The pearl that [the] worldlings covet | | | | | | | |
d144 | The praises of my tongue | | | | | | | |
d145 | The winter is over and gone the thrush whistles | | | | | | | |
d146 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | | | |
d147 | There is a home, a home fadeless and bright | | | | | | | |
d148 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
d149 | There is an old decenter | | | | | | | |
d150 | Thou, Lord, reignest in this bosom | | | | | | | |
d151 | Though sinful, weak, and erring | | | | | | | |
d152 | 'Tis a lesson you should heed | | | | | | | |
d153 | 'Tis the last rose of summer, left blooming alone | | | | | | | |
d154 | To do to others as I would that they should do to me | | | | | | | |
d155 | To thee, O blessed Savior | | | | | | | |
d156 | Very little things are we | | | | | | | |
d157 | Wake and sing, children, sing | | | | | | | |
d158 | Wake little child, the morn is gay | | | | | | | |
d159 | We all love one another | | | | | | | |
d160 | We bring no glittering treasures, no gems | | | | | | | |
d161 | We have no words with which to tell | | | | | | | |
d162 | We were so poor when baby died | | | | | | | |
d163 | We won't [we'll not] give up the Bible, God's holy book of truth | | | | | | | |
d164 | What is it shows my soul the way | | | | | | | |
d165 | What is that, mother, the lark, my child | | | | | | | |
d166 | What means that strange word on that flag | | | | | | | |
d167 | What seraph like music falls sweet on my ear | | | | | | | |
d168 | When Joy thy heart is swelling | | | | | | | |
d169 | When shall we meet again, Meet ne'er [more] to sever | | | | | | | |
d170 | When the flowers are gaily blooming | | | | | | | |
d171 | Whene'er we meet, you [we] always say | | | | | | | |
d172 | While the Sunday bells are ringin | | | | | | | |
d173 | Who are they in heaven who [that] stand | | | | | | | |
d174 | Who came from heaven to bleed and die | | | | | | | |
d175 | Who fed me from her gentle breast | | | | | | | |
d176 | Who often with me kindly played | | | | | | | |
d177 | Who shall sing if not the children | | | | | | | |
d178 | Who took me from my mother's arms | | | | | | | |
d179 | Who was it, when we both were young | | | | | | | |
d180 | Who'll buy a nosegay, cried a sweet little child | | | | | | | |
d181 | With joy we meet, With smiles we greet Our schoolmates bright and gay | | | | | | | |
d182 | Zion, bright and fair, strong thy bulwarks are | | | | | | | |