# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
82b | Come, little boy, away away--your kite should not be flying | | | | | | | |
83a | Far from mortal cares retreating | | | | | | | |
83b | Come, children, let us now discourse | | | | | | | |
83c | Hark now to me, and silence keep | | | | | | | |
84a | There's a pretty bird, but hark! | | | | | | | |
84b | Come, sisters, sunny autumn's past | | | | | | | |
85a | Who took me from my mother's arms | | | | | | | |
85b | Who fed me from her gentle breast | | | | | | | |
85c | Our God is good! each perfumed flower | | | | | | | |
86a | God made the sky that looks so blue | | | | | | | |
86b | There's not a tint that paints the rose | | | | | | | |
86c | My father, my mother, I know | | | | | | | |
86d | The moon rises high in the east | | | | | | | |
87a | Glory be to God on high | | | | | | | |
87b | Ah see how the ices are melting away | | | | | | | |
88a | What is it that winds about over the world | | | | | | | |
88b | How pleasant it is at the end of the day | | | | | | | |
89a | My God, all nature owns thy sway | | | | | | | |
89b | Soon as my infant lips can lisp | | | | | | | |
89c | My pretty flowers are gone away | | | | | | | |
90a | How enlivening the beams of the heart cheering sun | | | | | | | |
90b | Twinkle, twinkle, little star | | | | | | | |
91a | I saw the glorious sun arise | | | | | | | |
91b | The summer winds sing lullaby | | | | | | | |
91c | Whence does the wind come, and where does he go? | | | | | | | |
92a | Life, like the tender flower | | | | | | | |
92b | Heavenly Father, grant thy blessing | | | | | | | |
92c | So falls th'enlivening shower | | | | | | | |
93a | Glory to the heavenly king! | | | | | | | |
93b | Behold the worm that shocks the sight | | | | | | | |
93c | Give thee good morrow, busy Bee! | | | | | | | |
93d | God is so good that he will hear | | | | | | | |
93e | Lord, I have passed another day | | | | | | | |
94a | Who taught the bird to build her nest | | | | | | | |
94b | Guide our youth, O God, we pray | | | | | | | |
94c | See the gleams of day light swim | | | | | | | |
94d | Poor Robert is crazy, exposed to the weather | | | | | | | |
95a | What busy group is that I see | | | | | | | |
95b | Old John had an apple tree, healthy and green | | | | | | | |
96 | Oh don't hurt the dog, its the honest old Tray | | | | | | | |
97a | The wind blows down the largest tree | | | | | | | |
97b | Turn, turn thy hasty foot aside | | | | | | | |
97c | Lord, teach us how to pray | | | | | | | |
97d | Time's never tiring hand | | | | | | | |
97e | The little child, who loves to see | | | | | | | |
98a | Fruitless the wish, and vain the prayer | | | | | | | |
98b | When daily I kneel down to pray | | | | | | | |
98c | Now learn, my dear children, the value of youth | | | | | | | |
99a | Now behold, the mid-day sun | | | | | | | |
99b | "Mama, now," said Charlotte, "pray don't you believe | | | | | | | |
99c | See the gleams of daylight swim | | | | | | | |
100a | Another fleeting day is gone | | | | | | | |
100b | By the cutting north wind rent | | | | | | | |
100c | Nature owns Thee for her God | | | | | | | |
100d | O where but to Thee, Lord, shall little orphans go | | | | | | | |
101a | God's providence fix'd | | | | | | | |
101b | Humbly walk, and God will love thee | | | | | | | |