# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | A boy once caught a tomtit gay | | | | | | | |
d2 | A grasshopper knocked at a beehive door | | | | | | | |
d3 | A million little diamonds | | | | | | | |
d4 | A soldier, a soldier | | | | | | | |
d5 | A wonderful house have I | | | | | | | |
d6 | And Jesus said suffer little children to come to me | | | | | | | |
d7 | Angel voices, angel voices, sounding through the air | | | | | | | |
d8 | Away in a [the] manger, no crib | | | | | | | |
d9 | Be in time for every call | | | | | | | |
d10 | Bobolink, do not drink | | | | | | | |
d11 | Buzz, buzz, buzz | | | | | | | |
d12 | Charlie wants a piece of bread | | | | | | | |
d13 | Cluck, cluck, cluck | | | | | | | |
d14 | Come and stand beside me, children | | | | | | | |
d15 | Come learn of the way to the Savior | | | | | | | |
d16 | Dainty songs for little lads | | | | | | | |
d17 | Days of summer glory, days I love to see | | | | | | | |
d18 | Dear Jesus ever at my side, How loving must | | | | | | | |
d19 | Down in that cottage lives Weaver John | | | | | | | |
d20 | Drummer boy, drummer boy, where are you speeding | | | | | | | |
d21 | Each little flower that opens | | | | | | | |
d22 | Each one has a mission | | | | | | | |
d23 | Early seeking, early finding | | | | | | | |
d24 | Easter bells are ringing | | | | | | | |
d25 | Every morn, all among the corn | | | | | | | |
d26 | Fairy vessels in the sky | | | | | | | |
d27 | Falling all the night time | | | | | | | |
d28 | Far out in the meadow He's calling | | | | | | | |
d29 | First of all we stand in line | | | | | | | |
d30 | Foolish old hen | | | | | | | |
d31 | For Christ is our Endeavor | | | | | | | |
d32 | Give, give, said the little stream | | | | | | | |
d33 | God bless the home, though humble | | | | | | | |
d34 | Hear the music of the rain falling down | | | | | | | |
d35 | How sweet the song that rolls along | | | | | | | |
d36 | HowI love the blooming spring | | | | | | | |
d37 | Hurrah, for the morning of mornings | | | | | | | |
d38 | I always have had an awkward tongue | | | | | | | |
d39 | I am coming, I am coming | | | | | | | |
d40 | I am so glad that our [my] Father [Savior] in heaven | | | | | | | |
d41 | I know God made the sun | | | | | | | |
d42 | I love to hear the story which angel [heavenly] voices tell | | | | | | | |
d43 | I need not go to India | | | | | | | |
d44 | I would love thee, O my Savior | | | | | | | |
d45 | If the air is fresh and cool | | | | | | | |
d46 | If you cannot cross the ocean | | | | | | | |
d47 | In the snowing and the blowing | | | | | | | |
d48 | Into thy loving care | | | | | | | |
d49 | Is there anything that I can do | | | | | | | |
d50 | Jesus bids us shine with a pure, clear [clear, pure] light | | | | | | | |
d51 | Jesus loves the little children | | | | | | | |
d52 | Jesus once was a little child | | | | | | | |
d53 | Jesus, when he left the sky | | | | | | | |
d54 | Jipidee, jipidee, blithe and gay | | | | | | | |
d55 | Katy did, Katy did | | | | | | | |
d56 | Knit, Dorothy, knit | | | | | | | |
d57 | Let us, gladly singing, pour | | | | | | | |
d58 | Little children, can you tell | | | | | | | |
d59 | Little eyes, little eyes Open with the morning light | | | | | | | |
d60 | Little floweret, press thy way | | | | | | | |
d61 | Little hands, little hearts | | | | | | | |
d62 | Little knees should lowly bend | | | | | | | |
d63 | Little May had finished washing | | | | | | | |
d64 | Little rosy red cheek said unto a clover | | | | | | | |
d65 | Love him, trust him, him alone | | | | | | | |
d66 | Loving Father, hear thy children | | | | | | | |
d67 | Merry, merry, merry, merry Christmas bells | | | | | | | |
d68 | My Aunt Jerusha has a cat | | | | | | | |
d69 | My light is but a little one | | | | | | | |
d70 | My little friends and schoolmates dear | | | | | | | |
d71 | Nannie clover | | | | | | | |
d72 | Never you mind the crowd, lad | | | | | | | |
d73 | November gave a party | | | | | | | |
d74 | Now good night, now good night, work is ended | | | | | | | |
d75 | Now the farmer sows his seed | | | | | | | |
d76 | Now the sun is sinking | | | | | | | |
d77 | O children's day in the summer's prize | | | | | | | |
d78 | O lily fair, O lily fair | | | | | | | |
d79 | O the lovely, lovely May | | | | | | | |
d80 | O violet, darling violet | | | | | | | |
d81 | O we can play on this big bass drum | | | | | | | |
d82 | O what can little hands do to please the King of heaven | | | | | | | |
d83 | O where are you going my dear little bird | | | | | | | |
d84 | One Christmas Eve, when Santa Claus came | | | | | | | |
d85 | One, two, three | | | | | | | |
d86 | Pity the bells in the steeple, ding, dong | | | | | | | |
d87 | Raindrops raindrops gently | | | | | | | |
d88 | Rap, rap, rap, Rap, rap, rap | | | | | | | |
d89 | Ring, tingaling, ring | | | | | | | |
d90 | See the shining dewdrops | | | | | | | |
d91 | Shake, shake the branches | | | | | | | |
d92 | Shoemaker John is a busy old man | | | | | | | |
d93 | Sing, pretty birds, and build your nests | | | | | | | |
d94 | Sleeping in the sunshine | | | | | | | |
d95 | Suffer little children to come unto me | | | | | | | |
d96 | Sweet little bird with golden wing | | | | | | | |
d97 | Swiftly the moments pass away | | | | | | | |
d98 | Take this motto for your life | | | | | | | |
d99 | The bell tolls one | | | | | | | |
d100 | The bright May morn is come again | | | | | | | |