# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | And when I lay me down to sleep | | | | | | | |
d2 | Can a little child like me | | | | | | | |
d3 | God is always near me, Hearing what I say | | | | | | | |
d4 | God made birds that fly | | | | | | | |
d5 | God makes the sun to shine | | | | | | | |
d6 | God sees the little sparrow fall | | | | | | | |
d7 | He came to earth a little child | | | | | | | |
d8 | How pure the lily's petals | | | | | | | |
d9 | I am just a little girl | | | | | | | |
d10 | I am so glad that our [my] Father [Savior] in heaven | | | | | | | |
d11 | I have the joy, joy, joy, joy down in my heart | | | | | | | |
d12 | I want to be a happy helper | | | | | | | |
d13 | I washed my hands this morning | | | | | | | |
d14 | Jesus bids us shine with a pure, clear [clear, pure] light | | | | | | | |
d15 | Jesus can keep little children | | | | | | | |
d16 | Jesus can never fail, never fail | | | | | | | |
d17 | Jesus is our Savior, He is | | | | | | | |
d18 | Jesus loves me, this I know, For the Bible | | | | | | | |
d19 | Jesus loves the little children, Knows about their work | | | | | | | |
d20 | Jesus loves the little ones like me, me, me | | | | | | | |
d21 | Jesus, the friend of the children | | | | | | | |
d22 | Jesus wants me for a sunbeam | | | | | | | |
d23 | Little birds their maker praise | | | | | | | |
d24 | Little hands, little hands Serve the master | | | | | | | |
d25 | Many birds are singing | | | | | | | |
d26 | My fingers ten will help | | | | | | | |
d27 | O be careful little eyes what you see | | | | | | | |
d28 | Shaking mats and scrubbing floors | | | | | | | |
d29 | Standing by a purpose true | | | | | | | |
d30 | There are two ways built for little feet | | | | | | | |
d31 | This is the way we praise the Lord | | | | | | | |
d32 | This little heart I give | | | | | | | |
d33 | We are little children, Very young indeed | | | | | | | |
d34 | What can little children do | | | | | | | |
d35 | When he cometh, when he cometh to make | | | | | | | |
d36 | Whisper a prayer in the morning | | | | | | | |
d37 | Won't let Satan blow it out | | | | | | | |
d38 | Zaccheus was a wee little man | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]