# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | A crown of glory bright | | | | | | | |
d2 | A few more years shall roll | | | | | | | |
d3 | A giddy lamb, one afternoon | | | | | | | |
d4 | A happy New-year to thee, father | | | | | | | |
d5 | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? | | | | | | | |
d6 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
d7 | Around the throne of God in heaven, thousands | | | | | | | |
d8 | As the birds in shady wildwood | | | | | | | |
d9 | Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
d10 | Awake, and sing the song of Moses and the Lamb | | | | | | | |
d11 | Away to the woods, away, all nature is smiling | | | | | | | |
d12 | Be kind to thy [your] father, for when thou [you] wert [wast] [were] young | | | | | | | |
d13 | Be the matter what it may | | | | | | | |
d14 | Beautiful Zion, built above, beautiful city that I love | | | | | | | |
d15 | Behold the mountain of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d16 | Believe it, dear children, that now is the time | | | | | | | |
d17 | Blessed [Blest] are the sons of God | | | | | | | |
d18 | Children of the heavenly king as we journey | | | | | | | |
d19 | Christ is born, and heaven rejoices | | | | | | | |
d20 | Christ the [our] Lord is [has] risen today, [Alleluia] [Sons of men] | | | | | | | |
d21 | Come and join our happy song | | | | | | | |
d22 | Come boys, come girls, won't you volunteer | | | | | | | |
d23 | Come children, kindly gather | | | | | | | |
d24 | Come, children, let us sweetly sing | | | | | | | |
d25 | Come hither, all ye [you] weary souls | | | | | | | |
d26 | Come in your need to Jesus | | | | | | | |
d27 | Come into Christ's army, come, join it today | | | | | | | |
d28 | Come, let us all unite to sing | | | | | | | |
d29 | Come, let us sing of Jesus, While hearts and accents blend | | | | | | | |
d30 | Come, saith [said] [says] Jesus' sacred voice | | | | | | | |
d31 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
d32 | Come to Jesus, come to Jesus, Come to Jesus just now | | | | | | | |
d33 | Come to the Sabbath School | | | | | | | |
d34 | Come where the wild flowers grow | | | | | | | |
d35 | Come ye [you] sinners, poor and wretched [needy], Weak and wounded | | | | | | | |
d36 | Dear Jesus ever at my side, How loving must | | | | | | | |
d37 | Don't think there is nothing for children to do | | | | | | | |
d38 | Down the stream of life they glide | | | | | | | |
d39 | Faith is a very simple thing | | | | | | | |
d40 | Faithful Shepherd, meek and mild | | | | | | | |
d41 | Far from the fold of Jesus | | | | | | | |
d42 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
d43 | Forever here my rest shall [will] be, close | | | | | | | |
d44 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
d45 | From the cross uplifted high | | | | | | | |
d46 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
d47 | Glory to the Father give, Praise him and adore | | | | | | | |
d48 | Glory to thee, my [our] God [O Lord], this night [day] | | | | | | | |
d49 | God is near thee, Therefore cheer thee | | | | | | | |
d50 | God of the morning, at whose [thy] voice | | | | | | | |
d51 | Gone, gone, loved one, Gone from our home | | | | | | | |
d52 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
d53 | Hail to the Lord's anointed | | | | | | | |
d54 | Happily we have met around our King | | | | | | | |
d55 | Happy angels, still ye [you] dwell | | | | | | | |
d56 | Happy shepherds in Judah | | | | | | | |
d57 | Hark, ten thousand harps and voices | | | | | | | |
d58 | Hark, the herald angels sing, glory to the newborn King | | | | | | | |
d59 | Hark, the morning bells are ringing Children, haste without delay | | | | | | | |
d60 | Hark, the song of jubilee | | | | | | | |
d61 | Hark, what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
d62 | He is risen, he is not here [risen] | | | | | | | |
d63 | High above yon stars of night | | | | | | | |
d64 | Holy Bible, book divine, Precious treasure, thou art mine | | | | | | | |
d65 | Home, dear home, we never can forget | | | | | | | |
d66 | How can I be a happy child | | | | | | | |
d67 | How cheering the thought, that the spirits in bliiss | | | | | | | |
d68 | How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d69 | How happy [happy's] every child of grace, who [that] feels [knows] his sins forgiven | | | | | | | |
d70 | How loving is Jesus, Who came from the sky | | | | | | | |
d71 | How precious is the story | | | | | | | |
d72 | How small are the dewdrops | | | | | | | |
d73 | How sweet are the flowers | | | | | | | |
d74 | How sweet, how [and] heavenly is the sight | | | | | | | |
d75 | How sweet is the Sabbath to me | | | | | | | |
d76 | How sweet the light of Sabbath eve | | | | | | | |
d77 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
d78 | How sweet to reflect on the [those] joys that await me [us] | | | | | | | |
d79 | I have a Father in the promised land | | | | | | | |
d80 | I have a home, a happy home | | | | | | | |
d81 | I heard the voice of Jesus say, come unto me and rest | | | | | | | |
d82 | I know there's a crown for the saints of renown | | | | | | | |
d83 | I love a little child with his sparkling eye | | | | | | | |
d84 | I see in heaven those mansions bright | | | | | | | |
d85 | I think, when I read that [the] sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
d86 | I want to be an angel, and with the angels stand | | | | | | | |
d87 | I want to be like Jesus, So lowly and so meek | | | | | | | |
d88 | I was a wandering sheep | | | | | | | |
d89 | If you would find salvation | | | | | | | |
d90 | I'm a little pilgrim, And a stranger here | | | | | | | |
d91 | I'm a pilgrim and I'm a stranger, I can tarry | | | | | | | |
d92 | I'm but a stranger [traveler] here, heaven is my home | | | | | | | |
d93 | In the Christian's home in [of] glory | | | | | | | |
d94 | In the rosy light of the morning bright | | | | | | | |
d95 | In the Savior's pleasant fold | | | | | | | |
d96 | In thy childhood's sunny morning | | | | | | | |
d97 | Jerusalem, forever bright | | | | | | | |
d98 | Jerusalem, my happy home, name ever dear to me | | | | | | | |
d99 | Jesus, high in glory | | | | | | | |
d100 | Jesus, how can I but love thee | | | | | | | |