# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
1 | Father! I know that all my life | | | | | | | |
2 | Prayer is the soul's sincere desire | | | | | | | |
3 | Go when the morning shineth | | | | | | | |
4 | They who seek the throne of grace | | | | | | | |
5 | Amazing grace! how sweet the sound | | | | | | | |
6 | It is good when we lay on the pillow our head | | | | | | | |
7 | Ere the morning's busy ray | | | | | | | |
8 | God alone can teach His children | | | | | | | |
9 | I'm but a traveller here | | | | | | | |
10 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
11 | Oh Heaven is nearer than mortals think | | | | | | | |
12 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
13 | We'll not give up the Bible | | | | | | | |
14 | Holy Bible! book divine! | | | | | | | |
15 | Brightest and best of the sons of the morning | | | | | | | |
16 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
17 | Come ye children and adore Him | | | | | | | |
18 | One there is above all others | | | | | | | |
19 | Count not the days that have idly flown | | | | | | | |
20 | Though troubles assail and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
21 | When through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming | | | | | | | |
22 | The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know | | | | | | | |
23 | Oh bless the Lord, my soul | | | | | | | |
24 | Holy, holy, holy, Lord | | | | | | | |
25 | For His dear sake who said | | | | | | | |
26 | One by one the sands are flowing | | | | | | | |
27 | Glory to Thee, my God, this night | | | | | | | |
28 | Guide me, O Thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
29 | Whene'er the angry passions rise | | | | | | | |
30 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me | | | | | | | |
31 | Jesus, Saviour of my soul | | | | | | | |
32 | How loving is Jesus, who came from the sky | | | | | | | |
33 | Launch thy bark, mariner! | | | | | | | |
34 | God of mercy, God of love | | | | | | | |
35 | The Sabbath sun was setting slow | | | | | | | |
36 | Earth, with her ten thousand flowers | | | | | | | |
37 | One sweetly solemn thought | | | | | | | |
38 | Jesus! the very thought of Thee | | | | | | | |
39 | I want to live near Jesus | | | | | | | |
40 | Whither Pilgrims are you going | | | | | | | |
41 | Just as I am, without one plea | | | | | | | |
42 | All around thee, fair with flowers | | | | | | | |
43 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
44 | Nearer, my God, to Thee | | | | | | | |
45 | Come, children, hail the Prince of Peace! | | | | | | | |
46 | God is love, His mercy brightens | | | | | | | |
47 | How sweet is the Sabbath, the morning of rest | | | | | | | |
48 | From all that dwell below the skies | | | | | | | |
49 | From every stormy wind that blows | | | | | | | |
50 | When we cannot see our way | | | | | | | |
51 | O Thou, the contrite sinner's Friend! | | | | | | | |
52 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
53 | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
54 | True faith, produces love to God and man | | | | | | | |
55 | Breast the wave, Christian | | | | | | | |
56 | Remember thy Creator | | | | | | | |
57 | Behold the throne of grace! | | | | | | | |
58 | Children! listen to the Lord | | | | | | | |
59 | Saviour, like a shepherd lead us | | | | | | | |
60 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
61 | Jesus, I my cross have taken | | | | | | | |
62 | My God, my Father, while I stray | | | | | | | |
63 | When Jesus left His heavenly home | | | | | | | |
64 | Zion the marvellous story be telling | | | | | | | |
65 | When gathering clouds around I view | | | | | | | |
66 | When marshall'd on the mighty plain | | | | | | | |
67 | Pilgrim on the road to glory | | | | | | | |
68 | I often say my prayers | | | | | | | |
69 | A charge to keep I have | | | | | | | |
70 | When all Thy mercies, O my God | | | | | | | |
71 | In the Christian's home in glory | | | | | | | |
72 | Gently, Lord, O gently lead us | | | | | | | |
73 | And was my Saviour once a child | | | | | | | |
74 | Oh Father, bless a little child | | | | | | | |
75 | Jesus see a little child | | | | | | | |
76 | God is in heaven--can He hear | | | | | | | |
77 | There is a happy land | | | | | | | |
78 | I think when I read that sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
79 | Lord, teach a little child to pray | | | | | | | |
80 | When little Samuel woke | | | | | | | |
81 | Great Shepherd of the sheep | | | | | | | |
82 | Little schoolmates can you tell | | | | | | | |
83 | Children do you love each other? | | | | | | | |
84 | Who are sowing? Who are sowing? | | | | | | | |
85 | Little travellers Zionward | | | | | | | |
86 | Ever would I fain be reading | | | | | | | |
87 | Jesus, tender Shepherd, hear me! | | | | | | | |
88 | Who showed the little ant the way | | | | | | | |
89 | Yea, fear not, fear not, little ones | | | | | | | |
90 | Gentle Jesus, meek and mild | | | | | | | |
91 | Again we meet, O Lord | | | | | | | |
92 | Little drops of water | | | | | | | |
93 | I want to be an angel | | | | | | | |
94 | Poor and needy though I be | | | | | | | |
95 | Around the throne of God in heaven | | | | | | | |
96 | Jesus Christ, my Lord and Saviour | | | | | | | |
97 | I want to be like Jesus | | | | | | | |
98 | How doth the little busy bee | | | | | | | |
99 | Lord I would own Thy tender care | | | | | | | |
100 | To do to others as I would | | | | | | | |