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d1 | A giddy lamb, one afternoon | | | | | | | |
d2 | A poor wayfaring man of grief Hath often crossed | | | | | | | |
d3 | Afflictions, though they seem severe | | | | | | | |
d4 | All the week we spend | | | | | | | |
d5 | Amid the blue and starry sky | | | | | | | |
d6 | Around the throne of God in heaven, thousands | | | | | | | |
d7 | Awake, awake, your bed forsake | | | | | | | |
d8 | Before the great Shepherd ascended on high | | | | | | | |
d9 | Book of grace, and book of glory | | | | | | | |
d10 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
d11 | Children, come, will you come | | | | | | | |
d12 | Children hath not a voice within | | | | | | | |
d13 | Come and sing with joy and gladness | | | | | | | |
d14 | Come, children, and join in our festival song | | | | | | | |
d15 | Come, children ere we part | | | | | | | |
d16 | Come, children, let us sweetly sing | | | | | | | |
d17 | Come children raise your voices high | | | | | | | |
d18 | Come children, to the promised land | | | | | | | |
d19 | Come, come, come, daylight's passed away | | | | | | | |
d20 | Come, come, come, don't delay haste away | | | | | | | |
d21 | Come join our Sabbath song | | | | | | | |
d22 | Come, let us all awake | | | | | | | |
d23 | Come, let us sing of Jesus, While hearts and accents blend | | | | | | | |
d24 | Come, let us sweetly sing, join in full chorus | | | | | | | |
d25 | Come, little children, O come unto me | | | | | | | |
d26 | Come, little soldiers, join in our band | | | | | | | |
d27 | Come, now, every girl and boy | | | | | | | |
d28 | Come to the mercy seat, Come to the place | | | | | | | |
d29 | Come with us today, O come | | | | | | | |
d30 | Come youthful sinners, come | | | | | | | |
d31 | Dark night away hath rolled | | | | | | | |
d32 | Days and weeks, and months, returning | | | | | | | |
d33 | Dear Father, e're we part, Now [O] let thy grace | | | | | | | |
d34 | Dear Jesus ever at my side, How loving must | | | | | | | |
d35 | Death has been here, and borne away A sister [brother] [scholar] from our side | | | | | | | |
d36 | Delay not, delay not: O sinner [drunkard] draw near | | | | | | | |
d37 | Do good, do good, there's ever a way | | | | | | | |
d38 | Do good, do good, we are never too young | | | | | | | |
d39 | Down in a green and shady bed | | | | | | | |
d40 | Ere on my bed my limbs I lay | | | | | | | |
d41 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
d42 | From the wide, far stretching prairies | | | | | | | |
d43 | Gentle Jesus [Jesu], meek and mild, Look upon | | | | | | | |
d44 | Go thou, in life's fair morning | | | | | | | |
d45 | Go, when the morning shineth | | | | | | | |
d46 | God is near thee, Therefore cheer thee | | | | | | | |
d47 | Gracious Savior, gentle [holy] Shepherd, Little ones [All thy lambs] [Children all] | | | | | | | |
d48 | Gushing so bright in the mornning light | | | | | | | |
d49 | Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning | | | | | | | |
d50 | Happy angels, still ye [you] dwell | | | | | | | |
d51 | Happy, happy, meet we here | | | | | | | |
d52 | Happy, happy Sunday, thou day of peace and heaven | | | | | | | |
d53 | Happy land, happy land, beyond the skies | | | | | | | |
d54 | Hark, ten thousand harps and voices | | | | | | | |
d55 | Hark, the bells of holy Sabbath | | | | | | | |
d56 | Hark, the Sabbath bells are ringing Children, haste without delay | | | | | | | |
d57 | Have you ever heard the echoes | | | | | | | |
d58 | Hear the temperance call, freemen | | | | | | | |
d59 | Heavenly Father, grant thy blessing on the instructions | | | | | | | |
d60 | Heavenly home, heavenly home, precious name | | | | | | | |
d61 | Here we suffer grief and pain; Here we meet to part again | | | | | | | |
d62 | Here we throng to praise the Lord | | | | | | | |
d63 | Ho reapers of life's harvest why stand with rested blade | | | | | | | |
d64 | Holy and bright is the softened light | | | | | | | |
d65 | Holy Bible, book divine, Precious treasure, thou art mine | | | | | | | |
d66 | Holy Bible, well I love thee | | | | | | | |
d67 | Hosannas were by children sung | | | | | | | |
d68 | How beautiful the morning When summer days | | | | | | | |
d69 | How bright the day, the joyful day | | | | | | | |
d70 | How pleasant here again to meet | | | | | | | |
d71 | How precious is the story | | | | | | | |
d72 | How sweet is the Sabbath, the morning [season] of rest | | | | | | | |
d73 | How sweet is the Sabbath to me | | | | | | | |
d74 | How sweetly does the time fly | | | | | | | |
d75 | I am young, but I must die | | | | | | | |
d76 | I have a Father in the promised land | | | | | | | |
d77 | I know thou art gone to the home of thy rest | | | | | | | |
d78 | I love the Lord, who died for me | | | | | | | |
d79 | I love the spring, the gentle spring | | | | | | | |
d80 | I love the Sunday school | | | | | | | |
d81 | I love to stay where my mother sleeps | | | | | | | |
d82 | I must be a loving child | | | | | | | |
d83 | I think, when I read that [the] sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
d84 | I want to be an angel, and with the angels stand | | | | | | | |
d85 | I want to be like Jesus, So lowly and so meek | | | | | | | |
d86 | I was a wandering sheep | | | | | | | |
d87 | I'll awake at dawn on the Sabbath day | | | | | | | |
d88 | I'm a pilgrim and I'm a stranger, I can tarry | | | | | | | |
d89 | I'm but a stranger [traveler] here, heaven is my home | | | | | | | |
d90 | In the Christian's home in [of] glory | | | | | | | |
d91 | In the far better land of glory and light | | | | | | | |
d92 | In the sun, the moon, the sky | | | | | | | |
d93 | In the tempest of life when the wave and gale is round | | | | | | | |
d94 | In this world of grief and pain | | | | | | | |
d95 | Into her chamber went a little child one day | | | | | | | |
d96 | I've thought of little children | | | | | | | |
d97 | Jerusalem, my happy home, name ever dear to me | | | | | | | |
d98 | Jesus, be our tender Shepherd | | | | | | | |
d99 | Jesus, high in glory | | | | | | | |
d100 | Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave | | | | | | | |