# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
101 | Oh what can little hands do | | | | | | | |
102 | When I look up to yonder sky | | | | | | | |
103 | Thou shalt have no more gods but Me | | | | | | | |
104 | Let love through all my actions run | | | | | | | |
105 | Great God and wilt Thou condescend | | | | | | | |
106 | Into her chamber went | | | | | | | |
107 | A giddy lamb one afternoon | | | | | | | |
108 | He caused the deaf His voice to hear | | | | | | | |
109 | I knew a sickly little child | | | | | | | |
110 | 'Tis sweet to work for Jesus | | | | | | | |
111 | "Will you come with me, my pretty one?" | | | | | | | |
112 | We were crowded in the cabin | | | | | | | |
113 | Have pity on them! for their life | | | | | | | |
114 | The curling waves with awful roar | | | | | | | |
115 | In the tempest of life, when the wave and gale | | | | | | | |
116 | Thy neighbor? It is he whom thou | | | | | | | |
117 | Deal gently with the erring one | | | | | | | |
118 | Speak gently, it is better far | | | | | | | |
119 | Be kind to each other | | | | | | | |
120 | A poor way-faring man of grief | | | | | | | |
121 | In the silent midnight watches | | | | | | | |
122 | In Genesis the world was made | | | | | | | |
123 | I hear thee speak of the better land | | | | | | | |
124 | Suppose the little cowslip | | | | | | | |
125 | Never stand in idleness | | | | | | | |
126 | 'Tis not in temples made with hands | | | | | | | |
127 | I was a wandering sheep | | | | | | | |
128 | Why this longing, thus forever sighing | | | | | | | |
129 | Though glorious, O God, must Thy temple have been | | | | | | | |
130 | There's not a tint that paints the rose | | | | | | | |
131 | One sweet flower has drooped and faded | | | | | | | |
132 | Behold a Stranger at the door! | | | | | | | |
133 | Kind words can never die | | | | | | | |
134 | Let us love one another. Not long may we stay | | | | | | | |
135 | O turn that little foot aside | | | | | | | |
136 | Oh stay not thy hands when the winter winds rude | | | | | | | |
137 | Beyond this life of hopes and fears | | | | | | | |
138 | I saw a little blade of grass | | | | | | | |
139 | Hark! ye neighbors, and hear me tell | | | | | | | |
140 | Now I lay me down to sleep | | | | | | | |
141 | Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
142 | In thy great name, O Lord, we come | | | | | | | |
143 | Once more before we part | | | | | | | |
144 | All hail the power of Jesus' name | | | | | | | |
145 | Praise God, from whom all blessings flow! | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal has not been proofed - data may be incomplete or incorrect]