# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | A bluebird over the treetops flew | | | | | | | |
d2 | America, my country dear | | | | | | | |
d3 | Away in a [the] manger, no crib | | | | | | | |
d4 | Can a little child like me | | | | | | | |
d5 | Each flower nodding in the sun | | | | | | | |
d6 | From big black clouds the raindrops fell | | | | | | | |
d7 | God gave me ears and lips and eyes | | | | | | | |
d8 | I think, when I read that [the] sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
d9 | Jesus loves me, this I know, For the Bible | | | | | | | |
d10 | Let little children come to me | | | | | | | |
d11 | Long long ago one winter's night | | | | | | | |
d12 | O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree | | | | | | | |
d13 | O little children, do you know | | | | | | | |
d14 | O sweet are the songs that the children sing | | | | | | | |
d15 | Sleep, sleep, sleep, little seed | | | | | | | |
d16 | The star shone brightly in the sky | | | | | | | |
d17 | This is the way the mill wheel goes | | | | | | | |
d18 | This is the way the mill wheel goes | | | | | | | |
d19 | When the baby Jesus came down to earth | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]