# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | A little spring within my heart | | | | | | | |
d2 | All the day long I am singing | | | | | | | |
d3 | Angels sang that wondrous story | | | | | | | |
d4 | Away in a [the] manger, no crib | | | | | | | |
d5 | Be a golden sunbeam | | | | | | | |
d6 | Beneath a lofty stack of hay | | | | | | | |
d7 | Blessed Jesus, God's own child | | | | | | | |
d8 | Can you count the stars in the | | | | | | | |
d9 | Dear white bird, into sleepland fly | | | | | | | |
d10 | Do no sinful action; Speak no angry word | | | | | | | |
d11 | Drawn by the cords of infinite love | | | | | | | |
d12 | Each little sunbeam that shine | | | | | | | |
d13 | God has given each a field | | | | | | | |
d14 | God, the Father, once planted | | | | | | | |
d15 | Hear the blessed Master saying | | | | | | | |
d16 | How the little clover grows | | | | | | | |
d17 | How we love the dear old story | | | | | | | |
d18 | I breathed a little prayer | | | | | | | |
d19 | I don't know when first I met | | | | | | | |
d20 | I have a friend, divine, sincere | | | | | | | |
d21 | I loved a songbird of the spring | | | | | | | |
d22 | I see you, little blossoms | | | | | | | |
d23 | I want to cast a kindly gleam | | | | | | | |
d24 | If some little sunbeam, so warm and bright | | | | | | | |
d25 | I'll give my heart to Jesus | | | | | | | |
d26 | In baby land we understand | | | | | | | |
d27 | In peace silence lay | | | | | | | |
d28 | Jesus bids us shine with a bright | | | | | | | |
d29 | Jesus died for you and me | | | | | | | |
d30 | Jesus died on Calvary, How I love my Savior | | | | | | | |
d31 | Jesus, gentle Shepherd, hear me | | | | | | | |
d32 | Jesus, keep me every day | | | | | | | |
d33 | Jesus' little ones are we | | | | | | | |
d34 | Jesus, tender shepherd, hear us | | | | | | | |
d35 | Jesus, when he left the sky | | | | | | | |
d36 | Lift the leafy branches | | | | | | | |
d37 | List to the voice of the flower | | | | | | | |
d38 | Little branches of the vine, Jesus we are truly thine | | | | | | | |
d39 | Little buds of promise | | | | | | | |
d40 | Little feet were made to walk | | | | | | | |
d41 | Little temples Lord are we | | | | | | | |
d42 | Looking on the bright side, tru | | | | | | | |
d43 | Lord, hear us while we pray | | | | | | | |
d44 | Low in a manger, dear little stranger | | | | | | | |
d45 | O Jesus, mighty Captain | | | | | | | |
d46 | O we are little Christians | | | | | | | |
d47 | Once a little mousie lived | | | | | | | |
d48 | Once five tiny little seeds | | | | | | | |
d49 | Once in royal David's city stood a lowly cattle shed | | | | | | | |
d50 | Once there was a little acorn | | | | | | | |
d51 | One day a little fluffy owl | | | | | | | |
d52 | Our Father o'er thy way | | | | | | | |
d53 | Our joyful carols singing | | | | | | | |
d54 | Our sweetest song of gladness | | | | | | | |
d55 | Our youthful service to him | | | | | | | |
d56 | Robin redbreast, there is something | | | | | | | |
d57 | Sing, pretty little bobolink | | | | | | | |
d58 | Sometime and somewhere my Lord I shall see | | | | | | | |
d59 | Suffer little children, so the Master said | | | | | | | |
d60 | Sunbeams and raindrops are jewels | | | | | | | |
d61 | The birds are so merrily singing | | | | | | | |
d62 | The heavens with joy are ringing | | | | | | | |
d63 | The raindrops decided a frolic | | | | | | | |
d64 | The sunbeams glow | | | | | | | |
d65 | There is a Rose that blooms | | | | | | | |
d66 | There is a sweet story I read | | | | | | | |
d67 | There's a sweet old story | | | | | | | |
d68 | There's a work that God intends | | | | | | | |
d69 | There's One they call Jesus | | | | | | | |
d70 | They're calling to me from far | | | | | | | |
d71 | To the fray, march away | | | | | | | |
d72 | Two little hands to work for Jesus | | | | | | | |
d73 | Watchful Shepherd, safe infolding | | | | | | | |
d74 | We all came from Baby land | | | | | | | |
d75 | We are but little candles | | | | | | | |
d76 | We are flowers sweet and fair | | | | | | | |
d77 | We are little pansies, seeking for the day | | | | | | | |
d78 | We are little soldiers, fighting for our King | | | | | | | |
d79 | We are little sunbeams, We're shining | | | | | | | |
d80 | We are only little gleaners | | | | | | | |
d81 | We are ready with our flags | | | | | | | |
d82 | We have hands for Jesus | | | | | | | |
d83 | We love our blessed Savior | | | | | | | |
d84 | We love the name of Him who came | | | | | | | |
d85 | We should truly love the Lord | | | | | | | |
d86 | We walked in a field of daisies | | | | | | | |
d87 | We're building, building | | | | | | | |
d88 | We're little Christian soldiers, brave and loyal too | | | | | | | |
d89 | What if the little rain should say, so small | | | | | | | |
d90 | When angels rolled away the stone | | | | | | | |
d91 | When clouds of despair hide | | | | | | | |
d92 | When father asks you, little lad | | | | | | | |
d93 | When the shining snow flakes | | | | | | | |