# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
101 | Yes, God is good, in earth and sky | | | | | | | |
102 | Sing, my soul, his wondrous love | | | | | | | |
103 | Round the [thy] Lord in glory seated | | | | | | | |
104 | Who shall sing if not the children | | | | | | | |
105 | Each little flower that opens | | | | | | | |
106 | Songs of praise the angels sang | | | | | | | |
107 | Praise, my soul, the King of heaven | | | | | | | |
108 | Sadly bend the flowers in the heavy rain | | | | | | | |
109 | Come, thou almighty King, Help us thy name to sing | | | | | | | |
110 | Lord, with glowing heart I'd [I] [I'll] praise thee | | | | | | | |
111 | The strain upraise of joy and praise Alleluia | | | | | | | |
112 | Children of the heavenly king as we journey | | | | | | | |
113 | Come sing with holy holy [joy and] gladness, Alleluias | | | | | | | |
114 | Pleasant are Thy courts above In the land of light | | | | | | | |
115 | In the pleasant sunny meadows | | | | | | | |
116 | Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, With the cross | | | | | | | |
117 | Christ has a garden here below Where pleasant fruits | | | | | | | |
118 | Jesus loves me, this I know, For the Bible | | | | | | | |
119 | The sparrow finds a home | | | | | | | |
120 | As helpless as a child who clings | | | | | | | |
121 | O holy Lord content to live | | | | | | | |
122 | He leadeth me, O blessed thought | | | | | | | |
123 | Blest are the pure in heart, For they shall see our [their] God | | | | | | | |
124 | A gentle and a holy child | | | | | | | |
125 | A little ship was on the sea | | | | | | | |
126 | How beauteous were [are] the marks divine | | | | | | | |
127 | I think, when I read that [the] sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
128 | When you're sleeping, children fair | | | | | | | |
129 | Gentle Jesus [Jesu], meek and mild, Look upon | | | | | | | |
130 | Kind words can never die | [Kind words can never die] | | | | | | |
131 | Words are things of little cost, quickly spoken, quickly lost | | | | | | | |
132 | When we cannot see our way Let us [We should] trust and still obey | | | | | | | |
133 | The Lord my Shepherd is, I shall be well supplied | | | | | | | |
134 | Do no sinful action | | | | | | | |
135 | The Lord is my Shepherd, How happy am I | | | | | | | |
136 | God is in Heaven, [and] can he hear | | | | | | | |
137 | The angels stand around thy throne | | | | | | | |
138 | Little drops of water | | | | | | | |
139 | In the vineyard of our father | | | | | | | |
140 | We gather, we gather, dear [O] Jesus, to bring | | | | | | | |
141 | The wise may bring their learning | | | | | | | |
142 | O what can little hands do to please the King of heaven | | | | | | | |
143 | Onward Christians onward go | | | | | | | |
144 | O, day by day, each Christian child | | | | | | | |
145 | The fields are all white and the reapers are few | | | | | | | |
146 | The Son of God goes forth to war | | | | | | | |
147 | Littlle travelers Zionward Each one entering | | | | | | | |
148 | We are pilgrims on the earth, Journeying onward | | | | | | | |
149 | Loving Jesus, gentle Lamb | | | | | | | |
150 | Jerusalem, the golden, with milk and honey blest | | | | | | | |
151 | I'm but a stranger [traveler] here, heaven is my home | | | | | | | |
152 | Every morning the red sun rises | | | | | | | |
153 | Now let us sing the angels' song | | | | | | | |
154 | For thy dear child, O Lord | | | | | | | |