# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
1 | Holy Bible! book divine! | | | | | | | |
2 | Precious Bible! how I love thee | | | | | | | |
3 | We'll not give up the Bible | | | | | | | |
4 | Who made the sky so bright and blue? | | | | | | | |
5 | As the buds their leaves unfolding | | | | | | | |
6 | The pretty flowers have come again | | | | | | | |
7 | Lifting up each chalice bright | | | | | | | |
8 | All over the valleys so green and fair | | | | | | | |
9 | Summer days are coming, coming | | | | | | | |
10 | It is God's mercy gives us | | | | | | | |
11 | I sing the mighty power of God | | | | | | | |
12 | I ought to be a happy child | | | | | | | |
13 | O sing to me of Jesus | | | | | | | |
14 | Only little children | | | | | | | |
15 | How loving is Jesus who came from the sky | | | | | | | |
16 | There's a Friend for little children | | | | | | | |
17 | 'Tis wonderful love in Christ we see | | | | | | | |
18 | Softly sing the love of Jesus! | | | | | | | |
19 | They crowned our Saviour's brow with thorns | | | | | | | |
20 | One there is above all others | | | | | | | |
21 | How precious is the story | | | | | | | |
22 | I think when I read that sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
23 | Alas! and did my Saviour bleed | | | | | | | |
24 | Jesus loves me! this I know | | | | | | | |
25 | Who came from heaven to ransom me? | | | | | | | |
26 | It is not far to Jesus | | | | | | | |
27 | Hark! I hear the Saviour calling | | | | | | | |
28 | Come to Jesus, come to Jesus | | | | | | | |
29 | Oh, many, many children | | | | | | | |
30 | What tender words! how sweet a voice! | | | | | | | |
31 | Jesus' voice my name is calling | | | | | | | |
32 | Jesus is knocking at the door | | | | | | | |
33 | See, the kind Shepherd Jesus stands | | | | | | | |
34 | Jesus, the water of life will give | | | | | | | |
35 | Good news for little children | | | | | | | |
36 | Little children, come to Jesus | | | | | | | |
37 | I heard the voice of Jesus say | | | | | | | |
38 | When little Samuel woke | | | | | | | |
39 | Lord, a little tired child | | | | | | | |
40 | Tho' dark the night, and clouds look black | | | | | | | |
41 | If Jesus Christ was sent | | | | | | | |
42 | Jesus, Thy blood and righteousness | | | | | | | |
43 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me | | | | | | | |
44 | I lay my sins on Jesus | | | | | | | |
45 | There is a fountain filled with blood | | | | | | | |
46 | According to Thy gracious word | | | | | | | |
47 | My faith looks up to Thee | | | | | | | |
48 | Just as I am, without one plea | | | | | | | |
49 | I want to be like Jesus | | | | | | | |
50 | Jesus, when a little child | | | | | | | |
51 | The Author of salvation | | | | | | | |
52 | The foxes have their dwelling | | | | | | | |
53 | Whene'er my angry passions rise | | | | | | | |
54 | More like Jesus would I be | | | | | | | |
55 | This day belongs to God alone | | | | | | | |
56 | We must not work on Sunday | | | | | | | |
57 | Ring, Sabbath bells, ring merrily | | | | | | | |
58 | How sweet is the Sabbath, the morning of rest | | | | | | | |
59 | One God I must worship supreme | | | | | | | |
60 | From sinful words I must refrain | | | | | | | |
61 | The deadly cup while others drink | | | | | | | |
62 | Of all the tints the light looks on | | | | | | | |
63 | There is a boy (perhaps you know his name) | | | | | | | |
64 | In the ways of true temperance see children delighting | | | | | | | |
65 | Come children, come join the Temperance band | | | | | | | |
66 | Don't drink it, boys, don't drink it | | | | | | | |
67 | Mourn for the thousands slain | | | | | | | |
68 | A Pledge we make | | | | | | | |
69 | Away from the dusty highway | | | | | | | |
70 | Come, all ye little children | | | | | | | |
71 | Touch not the cup, it is death to thy soul | | | | | | | |
72 | We are coming, we are coming | | | | | | | |
73 | I promise Thee, sweet Lord, that I | | | | | | | |
74 | Do unto others what we would expect | | | | | | | |
75 | Little children love each other | | | | | | | |
76 | To do to others as I would | | | | | | | |
77 | Oh, the sweet, sweet words of Jesus | | | | | | | |
78 | Our Heav'nly King, from His throne above | | | | | | | |
79 | Charity suffereth long and is kind | | | | | | | |
80 | There is beauty all around | | | | | | | |
81 | Words are things of little cost | | | | | | | |
82 | One step and then another | | | | | | | |
83 | Here's a lesson all should heed | | | | | | | |
84 | Never be afraid to speak for Jesus | | | | | | | |
85 | I was but a little lamb | | | | | | | |
86 | Whene'er you see a schoolboy | | | | | | | |
87 | My soul, be on thy guard | | | | | | | |
88 | Yield not to temptation | | | | | | | |
89 | As the soft, departing rays | | | | | | | |
90 | Softly whisper, softly speak | | | | | | | |
91 | I believe in God the Father | | | | | | | |
92 | Saviour! when in dust to Thee | | | | | | | |
93 | Now I lay me down to sleep | | | | | | | |
94 | Jesus, Saviour, pity me | | | | | | | |
95 | When daily I kneel down to pray | | | | | | | |
96 | Lord Jesus, I long to be perfectly whole | | | | | | | |
97 | A sinner, Lord, behold I stand | | | | | | | |
98 | Into her chamber went | | | | | | | |
99 | Almighty God, Thy piercing eye | | | | | | | |
100 | Nearer, my God, to Thee | | | | | | | |