# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | A beautiful sprite | | | | | | | |
d2 | A nightingale made | | | | | | | |
d3 | Are you marching, patient, marching | | | | | | | |
d4 | Baby bye, here's a fly | | | | | | | |
d5 | Be glad, little children | | | | | | | |
d6 | Be glad while you may | | | | | | | |
d7 | Blessed hope, with her anchor | | | | | | | |
d8 | Blessed Savior, wilt thou send | | | | | | | |
d9 | Blest are the pure in heart, For they shall see our [their] God | | | | | | | |
d10 | By a smiling brooklet | | | | | | | |
d11 | Cherish kindly feelings, children | | | | | | | |
d12 | Christ loved little children | | | | | | | |
d13 | Come, come, my pretty Fido | | | | | | | |
d14 | Come shine or come shadow | | | | | | | |
d15 | Come, while the grass in the path | | | | | | | |
d16 | Dear neighbor, pray lend me | | | | | | | |
d17 | Down in old Judea | | | | | | | |
d18 | Gather the fragments | | | | | | | |
d19 | God is love, the snowflakes whisper | | | | | | | |
d20 | God make [made] my life a little light within the world | | | | | | | |
d21 | Good boys and girls should never say | | | | | | | |
d22 | Goodbye, good friends | | | | | | | |
d23 | Happen to you what there will | | | | | | | |
d24 | Hear the blacksmith | | | | | | | |
d25 | I am a honey bee | | | | | | | |
d26 | I am Jesus' little lamb | | | | | | | |
d27 | I heard a robin one morning | | | | | | | |
d28 | I love you, mother, said little John | | | | | | | |
d29 | I want to be a Christian | | | | | | | |
d30 | I will ever cling to Jesus | | | | | | | |
d31 | If you find yourself insulted | | | | | | | |
d32 | I'm only quite a little | | | | | | | |
d33 | Jesus, come and bless the children | | | | | | | |
d34 | Jesus, high in glory | | | | | | | |
d35 | Jesus is our Leader, As we pass along | | | | | | | |
d36 | Jesus is our Shepherd, He will keep from ill | | | | | | | |
d37 | Jesus loves the children | | | | | | | |
d38 | Let us sing as the birdies sing | | | | | | | |
d39 | Lie in my arms | | | | | | | |
d40 | Listen to the olden clock | | | | | | | |
d41 | Little beams of brightness, Little gems of love | | | | | | | |
d42 | Little black eyes, six years | | | | | | | |
d43 | Little by little I saw | | | | | | | |
d44 | Little drops of water, little grains of sand | | | | | | | |
d45 | Little stars that twinkle | | | | | | | |
d46 | Long ago in old Judea | | | | | | | |
d47 | Merry little bobolink | | | | | | | |
d48 | Mrs. Dyer stirred the fire | | | | | | | |
d49 | My Savior, thou who once on earth | | | | | | | |
d50 | O if I were a bird | | | | | | | |
d51 | O sing of the angels | | | | | | | |
d52 | One morning I questioned | | | | | | | |
d53 | Refreshed by gentle slumbers | | | | | | | |
d54 | See the shining dewdrops | | | | | | | |
d55 | See yon little mother | | | | | | | |
d56 | Shall we gather at [by] the river, Where bright angel feet have trod | | | | | | | |
d57 | Sing us a song, birdie | | | | | | | |
d58 | Sleep, pretty baby | | | | | | | |
d59 | Snowflakes, silent snowflakes | | | | | | | |
d60 | Suppose, my little lady | | | | | | | |
d61 | The ground was all covered with snow one day | | | | | | | |
d62 | There is a child | | | | | | | |
d63 | There met in convention | | | | | | | |
d64 | Though I am but a little child | | | | | | | |
d65 | Though lambs of the flock | | | | | | | |
d66 | 'Tis the merry, merry | | | | | | | |
d67 | Twenty froggies went | | | | | | | |
d68 | Two little kittens one stormy | | | | | | | |
d69 | Two robin red-breasts | | | | | | | |
d70 | Under the storm burdened sky | | | | | | | |
d71 | Very little things are we | | | | | | | |
d72 | We are but little children | | | | | | | |
d73 | We are in thy vineyard | | | | | | | |
d74 | What are you doing | | | | | | | |
d75 | What does little birdie say | | | | | | | |
d76 | Where'er I rest | | | | | | | |
d77 | Who was in the [a] manger laid | | | | | | | |
d78 | Who's the darling little girl | | | | | | | |