# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | A bluebird over the treetops flew | | | | | | | |
d2 | America, my country dear | | | | | | | |
d3 | An army now is marching by | | | | | | | |
d4 | Come ye whose feet are weary | | | | | | | |
d5 | Eternal God, whose power upholds | | | | | | | |
d6 | God gave me ears and lips and eyes | | | | | | | |
d7 | Homeward, we turn with torches | | | | | | | |
d8 | In church it is so quiet | | | | | | | |
d9 | Let little children come to me | | | | | | | |
d10 | Long long ago one winter's night | | | | | | | |
d11 | O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree | | | | | | | |
d12 | O isn't it the nicest thing | | | | | | | |
d13 | O sweet are the songs that the children sing | | | | | | | |
d14 | O Thou, in whose eternal name | | | | | | | |
d15 | Savior of men, we bless Thy name | | | | | | | |
d16 | Sleep, sleep, sleep, little seed | | | | | | | |
d17 | Swiftly pass the hours | | | | | | | |
d18 | The Bible is God's holy book | | | | | | | |
d19 | The Christmas angels sang to say | | | | | | | |
d20 | The great outdoors around us | | | | | | | |
d21 | The great outdoors, the sky, the trees | | | | | | | |
d22 | The star shone brightly in the sky | | | | | | | |
d23 | The world is full of flowers | | | | | | | |
d24 | Today a song of praise I sing | | | | | | | |
d25 | We worship by the gifts we bring | | | | | | | |
d26 | When Jesus lived upon the earth | | | | | | | |
d27 | When the baby Jesus came down to earth | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]