# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | A little bird built a warm nest in a tree | | | | | | | |
d2 | A little black ant found a large grain of wheat | | | | | | | |
d3 | A little child who loves to pray | | | | | | | |
d4 | A little girl was sitting | | | | | | | |
d5 | A little girl with a happy look | | | | | | | |
d6 | A nosegay, who'll buy | | | | | | | |
d7 | A penny I have, 't is all my own | | | | | | | |
d8 | A poor boy went by with his raiment all torn | | | | | | | |
d9 | A rose, most beautiful, had grown | | | | | | | |
d10 | And has my darling told a lie | | | | | | | |
d11 | And now the day is ending | | | | | | | |
d12 | Around the throne of God in heaven, thousands | | | | | | | |
d13 | Autumn has come, so bare and gray | | | | | | | |
d14 | Awake, awake, my love | | | | | | | |
d15 | Bad temper, go | | | | | | | |
d16 | Be kind to little Johnny Bell | | | | | | | |
d17 | Before in sleep I close my eyes | | | | | | | |
d18 | Before the bright sun rises over the hill | | | | | | | |
d19 | Cannot, Edward, did you say | | | | | | | |
d20 | Caty, my dear, come here, come here | | | | | | | |
d21 | Cherries are ripe | | | | | | | |
d22 | Children, choose it, don't refuse it | | | | | | | |
d23 | Children, do you want a friend | | | | | | | |
d24 | Come, arise from thy sleep | | | | | | | |
d25 | Come, brother, go to church with me | | | | | | | |
d26 | Come, come, mister peacock, you must no be proud | | | | | | | |
d27 | Come, come, my darling, I must see | | | | | | | |
d28 | Come, here I've got a piece of rag | | | | | | | |
d29 | Come, here to mamma, and I'll tell you | | | | | | | |
d30 | Come hither, good trusty | | | | | | | |
d31 | Come in little stranger | | | | | | | |
d32 | Come, let us all together sing | | | | | | | |
d33 | Come, my darling, come away | | | | | | | |
d34 | Come, my little darling girls | | | | | | | |
d35 | Come, supper is ready | | | | | | | |
d36 | Coo, coo, pretty pigeon, all day | | | | | | | |
d37 | Dear John, the sun is setting now | | | | | | | |
d38 | Dear little babe, she has gone to rest | | | | | | | |
d39 | Dear Mary, come to me | | | | | | | |
d40 | Dear Mary, said the poor blind boy | | | | | | | |
d41 | Dear mother, said a ltitle fish | | | | | | | |
d42 | Ding a ling, ding, ding | | | | | | | |
d43 | Don't kill the birds, the little birds | | | | | | | |
d44 | Down, down the hill how swift I go | | | | | | | |
d45 | Down upon my pillow warm | | | | | | | |
d46 | Ere on my bed my limbs I lay | | | | | | | |
d47 | Far, far away in India | | | | | | | |
d48 | Father, an orphan's prayer receive | | | | | | | |
d49 | Father and mother, 'tis time to arise | | | | | | | |
d50 | First, William the Norman | | | | | | | |
d51 | From morning till night, it was Lucy's delight | | | | | | | |
d52 | Gentle Jesus [Jesu], meek and mild, Look upon | | | | | | | |
d53 | Glad to see you, little bird | | | | | | | |
d54 | God instructs to all talents few or many | | | | | | | |
d55 | God is in Heaven, [and] can he hear | | | | | | | |
d56 | God is so good that he will hear | | | | | | | |
d57 | God made the sky that looks so blue | | | | | | | |
d58 | Good boys and girls should never say | | | | | | | |
d59 | Good morning, bonnie Annie | | | | | | | |
d60 | Good night, little star | | | | | | | |
d61 | Good night, my dear mother | | | | | | | |
d62 | Gracious Lord, we look to thee | | | | | | | |
d63 | Happy, happy child am I | | | | | | | |
d64 | Haste, put your playthings all away | | | | | | | |
d65 | He smiles in heaven, he frowns in hell | | | | | | | |
d66 | Here's a lesson all we should heed | | | | | | | |
d67 | Holy Bible, book divine, Precious treasure, thou art mine | | | | | | | |
d68 | Hop, hop, hop, nimble as a top | | | | | | | |
d69 | Hosannas were by children sung | | | | | | | |
d70 | How doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour | | | | | | | |
d71 | How I love my tender mother | | | | | | | |
d72 | How lovely are the flowers | | | | | | | |
d73 | How pleasant is Saturday night | | | | | | | |
d74 | How proud we are [are we], how fond to show | | | | | | | |
d75 | How still the baby's lying | | | | | | | |
d76 | How sweet is the day, When leaving our play | | | | | | | |
d77 | How sweet is the Sabbath, the morning [season] of rest | | | | | | | |
d78 | Hurrah, for a splash | | | | | | | |
d79 | Hush, my dear babe [child], lie still and slumber | | | | | | | |
d80 | Hushaby, hushaby, baby do not weep | | | | | | | |
d81 | I am young, but I must die | | | | | | | |
d82 | I asked a sweet robin one morning in May | | | | | | | |
d83 | I don't know my letters | | | | | | | |
d84 | I had a little friend | | | | | | | |
d85 | I hate to see a little girl | | | | | | | |
d86 | I have a home and kind friends | | | | | | | |
d87 | I hear a pretty bird, but hark | | | | | | | |
d88 | I knew a widow, very poor | | | | | | | |
d89 | I love the cheerful summer time | | | | | | | |
d90 | I love to do as I am bid | | | | | | | |
d91 | I love to do right, and I love the truth | | | | | | | |
d92 | I love to see a little girl | | | | | | | |
d93 | I met a little cottage girl | | | | | | | |
d94 | I must not speak a naughty word | | | | | | | |
d95 | I saw a little lamb today | | | | | | | |
d96 | I saw an old cottage of clay | | | | | | | |
d97 | I see the ships upon the sea | | | | | | | |
d98 | I thank the Lord, who lives on high | | | | | | | |
d99 | I thank thee, Lord, for quiet rest | | | | | | | |
d100 | I think, when I read that [the] sweet story of old | | | | | | | |