# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | Blessed Savior, ever near | | | | | | | |
d2 | Do no sinful action | | | | | | | |
d3 | For the Savior I will shine | | | | | | | |
d4 | God sees each each little sparrow | | | | | | | |
d5 | Hark, I hear the angel voices | | | | | | | |
d6 | I am the Rose of Sharon | | | | | | | |
d7 | I have a crown of jewels bright | | | | | | | |
d8 | I heard a mother singing | | | | | | | |
d9 | I heard the birdie chirping | | | | | | | |
d10 | I love the blessed Bible | | | | | | | |
d11 | I'm a little sunbeam, I know how to shine | | | | | | | |
d12 | I'm a little toiler, working | | | | | | | |
d13 | I've two little hands to work for Jesus | | | | | | | |
d14 | Jesus, lay thy gentle hand | | | | | | | |
d15 | Jesus left his home on high | | | | | | | |
d16 | Jesus loves the children dear, loves to have them | | | | | | | |
d17 | Jesus, meek and gentle | | | | | | | |
d18 | Let us all be workers | | | | | | | |
d19 | Little children, can you tell | | | | | | | |
d20 | Little lights for God are we | | | | | | | |
d21 | Now we bring our Christmas treasures | | | | | | | |
d22 | On me, O Lord, have mercy | | | | | | | |
d23 | Over Jordan we shall meet | | | | | | | |
d24 | Precious Savior far above me | | | | | | | |
d25 | Take me, Jesus, as I am weak and helpless little lamb | | | | | | | |
d26 | There are no tears in heaven | | | | | | | |
d27 | There's a cunning, little thiever | | | | | | | |
d28 | Though I am but a little child | | | | | | | |
d29 | 'Tis sweet to trust in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d30 | Up above the bright blue sky | | | | | | | |
d31 | Up to thee, O gentle Savior | | | | | | | |
d32 | We are but minutes, little things | | | | | | | |
d33 | We are little pilgrims | | | | | | | |
d34 | We are little stars for Jesus | | | | | | | |
d35 | We've started on our journey | | | | | | | |
d36 | What have I ever done for Jesus | | | | | | | |
d37 | What is birdie doing | | | | | | | |
d38 | What shall I buy with my penny, papa | | | | | | | |
d39 | What will you do when the snowflakes come | | | | | | | |
d40 | When of old the Jewish mothers | | | | | | | |
d41 | While walking by the mossy bank | | | | | | | |
d42 | Yes, with his tender watchcare | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]