# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | Away in a [the] manger, no crib | | | | | | | |
d2 | Hushed was the evening hymn | | | | | | | |
d3 | I think, when I read that [the] sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
d4 | Jesus, Friend of little [all the] children | | | | | | | |
d5 | Jesus loves me, this I know, For the Bible | | | | | | | |
d6 | Jesus, tender shepherd, hear us | | | | | | | |
d7 | O come, little children, [O] come, one and [come] all | | | | | | | |
d8 | Take my love, my Lord, I pour at thy feet its treasure | | | | | | | |
d9 | The cunning papoose in the wigwam | | | | | | | |
d10 | These hands are very little | | | | | | | |
d11 | Who will take little baby | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]