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1 | What are those soul-reviving strains | | | | | | | |
2 | We come, we come, with loud acclaim | | | | | | | |
3 | How glorious is our heavenly King | | | | | | | |
4 | Jesus, Lord of life and glory | | | | | | | |
5 | O Lord our God, how wondrous great | | | | | | | |
6 | How happy are they | | | | | | | |
7 | I sing the mighty power of God | | | | | | | |
8 | Once more, O Lord, we bring | | | | | | | |
9 | Yes, I will bless thee, O my God! | | | | | | | |
10 | Sing we the song of those who stand | | | | | | | |
11 | Once was heard the song of children | | | | | | | |
12 | See the shining dew-drops | | | | | | | |
13 | How fierce the lightning blazes! | | | | | | | |
14 | Stars that, on your wondrous way | | | | | | | |
15 | Now night is gone, and golden morn | | | | | | | |
16 | Eternal wisdom, thee we praise | | | | | | | |
17 | How pleasing is the voice | | | | | | | |
18 | Glory to God on high | | | | | | | |
19 | I'll go to the fields for some flowers | | | | | | | |
20 | My heavenly Father! all I see | | | | | | | |
21 | Hark, the herald angels sing | | | | | | | |
22 | The Lord our God is Lord of all | | | | | | | |
23 | Thou Guardian of our youthful days | | | | | | | |
24 | Blest be the wisdom and the power | | | | | | | |
25 | Happy angels! still you dwell | | | | | | | |
26 | Christ is merciful and mild | | | | | | | |
27 | Child of the earth! O lift thy glance | | | | | | | |
28 | Come, children, let us Jesus praise | | | | | | | |
29 | Jesus, guide of young beginners | | | | | | | |
30 | Jesus, is sickness and in pain | | | | | | | |
31 | There is a glorious world of light | | | | | | | |
32 | Glory to the Father give | | | | | | | |
33 | O give thanks to Him who made | | | | | | | |
34 | A Light, our darken'd steps to guide | | | | | | | |
35 | Welcome, welcome, dear Redeemer | | | | | | | |
36 | Bright was the guiding star that led | | | | | | | |
37 | Children of the heavenly King | | | | | | | |
38 | Children, hear the melting story | | | | | | | |
39 | Lo, at noon 'tis sudden night | | | | | | | |
40 | While in the tender years of youth | | | | | | | |
41 | In life's gay morn, when sprightly youth | | | | | | | |
42 | 'Tis religion that can give | | | | | | | |
43 | Happy the child whose tender years | | | | | | | |
44 | Grace is a plant, where'er it grows | | | | | | | |
45 | Religion is the chief concern | | | | | | | |
46 | One there is, above all others | | | | | | | |
47 | Ye hearts with youthful vigor warm | | | | | | | |
48 | Children, listen to the Lord | | | | | | | |
49 | Come to Jesus, come away | | | | | | | |
50 | Let the beasts their breath resign | | | | | | | |
51 | From the regions of love, lo! an angel descended | | | | | | | |
52 | Come, children, come! | | | | | | | |
53 | They say this world's a vale of tears | | | | | | | |
54 | There is a path that leads to God | | | | | | | |
55 | See the leaves around us falling | | | | | | | |
56 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
57 | My son, know thou the Lord | | | | | | | |
58 | Behold a stranger at the door! | | | | | | | |
59 | My soul, leave trifling now | | | | | | | |
60 | Eternal source of life and light | | | | | | | |
61 | Now that my journey's just begun | | | | | | | |
62 | A sinner, Lord, behold I stand | | | | | | | |
63 | Tell me, Shepherd from above | | | | | | | |
64 | Lord, I would come to thee | | | | | | | |
65 | Lord, I confess before thy face | | | | | | | |
66 | What is there, Lord, a child can do | | | | | | | |
67 | Jesus Christ, my Lord and Savior | | | | | | | |
68 | Quiet, Lord, my froward heart | | | | | | | |
69 | With humble heart and tongue | | | | | | | |
70 | Lord, when we bend before thy throne | | | | | | | |
71 | O that the Lord would guide my ways | | | | | | | |
72 | When we disclose our wants in prayer | | | | | | | |
73 | Lord, teach a little child to pray | | | | | | | |
74 | Lord, I would own thy tender care | | | | | | | |
75 | Jesus, Savior, pity me | | | | | | | |
76 | Lord, to thy mercy seat I come | | | | | | | |
77 | My God, permit my tongue | | | | | | | |
78 | To thee in youth's bright morning | | | | | | | |
79 | Gently, Lord, O gently lead us | | | | | | | |
80 | Great God! I would not seek to know | | | | | | | |
81 | Blest are the pure in heart | | | | | | | |
82 | Holy child, of heavenly birth | | | | | | | |
83 | Oft in vain the voice of truth | | | | | | | |
84 | May I a little pilgrim be | | | | | | | |
85 | Almighty God of grace and love | | | | | | | |
86 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
87 | Among the deepest shades of night | | | | | | | |
88 | Almighty God, thy piercing eye | | | | | | | |
89 | O for a heart to praise my God | | | | | | | |
90 | In all my vast concerns with thee | | | | | | | |
91 | Soon as my youthful lips can speak | | | | | | | |
92 | Lord, before thy throne we stand | | | | | | | |
93 | My sins are many, like the stars | | | | | | | |
94 | One God I must worship supreme | | | | | | | |
95 | The praises of my tongue | | | | | | | |
96 | Holy Bible! book divine! | | | | | | | |
97 | How shall the young secure their hearts | | | | | | | |
98 | What bless'd examples do I find | | | | | | | |
99 | My Bible! 'tis a book divine | | | | | | | |
100 | How fair was Aaron to the view | | | | | | | |