# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
101 | Once more we keep the sacred day | | | | | | | |
102 | O Lord our God, thy light and truth | | | | | | | |
103 | The praises of my tongue | | | | | | | |
104 | Hark! hear the sound, on earth 'tis found | | | | | | | |
105 | I give immortal praise, To God the Father's love | | | | | | | |
106 | To thee, my Shepherd and my Lord | | | | | | | |
107 | Great God, our voice to thee we raise | | | | | | | |
108 | Hear, Lord, the song of praise and prayer | | | | | | | |
109 | O thou, whom holy angels praise | | | | | | | |
110 | Jesus invites young children near | | | | | | | |
111 | Hark! from that glorious world, what songs | | | | | | | |
112 | Come, Jesus, lift our souls to thee | | | | | | | |
113 | Admitted where thy truths are taught | | | | | | | |
114 | Fold thy little hands in prayer | | | | | | | |
115 | Dearest Father! source of love | | | | | | | |
116 | Father above, in mercy take | | | | | | | |
117 | Guard me, O God, from every sin | | | | | | | |
118 | Great Saviour, who didst condescend | | | | | | | |
119 | God is in heaven--can he hear | | | | | | | |
120 | Great God, behold before thy throne | | | | | | | |
121 | Go, when the morning shineth | | | | | | | |
122 | I often say my prayers | | | | | | | |
123 | Giver of our every blessing | | | | | | | |
124 | In humble accents, Lord, we sing | | | | | | | |
125 | It is not earthly pleasure | | | | | | | |
126 | Jesus, that condescending King | | | | | | | |
127 | Jesus bids me seek his face | | | | | | | |
128 | Lord! when we bend before th throne | | | | | | | |
129 | Lead us, Heavenly Father, lead us | | | | | | | |
130 | Lord, in the days of youth | | | | | | | |
131 | Lord, before thy throne we stand | | | | | | | |
132 | Lord, make me understand thy law | | | | | | | |
133 | Lord! make me early learn | | | | | | | |
134 | Lord, teach us how to pray | | | | | | | |
135 | O deign, God of mercy, to smile on our youth | | | | | | | |
136 | Our Father in heaven, we hallow thy name | | | | | | | |
137 | O thou, the guard of infant days | | | | | | | |
138 | Prayer is the soul’s sincere desire | | | | | | | |
139 | Since, mighty God, my health and ease | | | | | | | |
140 | Saviour, may a little child | | | | | | | |
141 | That Jesus hears when children pray | | | | | | | |
142 | Thou who once didst condescend | | | | | | | |
143 | Almighty Father, heavenly King! | | | | | | | |
144 | While our glowing hearts are beating | | | | | | | |
145 | When daily I kneel down to pray | | | | | | | |
146 | Guide our youth, O God, we pray | | | | | | | |
147 | Shall I presume to venture near | | | | | | | |
148 | O that the Lord would guide my ways | | | | | | | |
149 | O that the Lord would teach my tongue | | | | | | | |
150 | Our Father! who dost dwell on high | | | | | | | |
151 | With humble heart and tongue | | | | | | | |
152 | Jesus, my Saviour and my Lord | | | | | | | |
153 | From earliest dawn of life | | | | | | | |
154 | We ought to speak with humble fear | | | | | | | |
155 | Great God, now condescend | | | | | | | |
156 | Great God in heaven above | | | | | | | |
157 | Lord, when my wretched soul surveys | | | | | | | |
158 | O Lord, forgive a sinful child | | | | | | | |
159 | What is there, Lord, a child can do | | | | | | | |
160 | Lord! we are sinners in thy sight | | | | | | | |
161 | Though I am young, yet I have sinned | | | | | | | |
162 | A sinner, Lord, behold I stand | | | | | | | |
163 | Lord, I confess before thy face | | | | | | | |
164 | Lord, I have dared to disobey | | | | | | | |
165 | Lord, hear a sinful child complain | | | | | | | |
166 | They must repent, and must believe | | | | | | | |
167 | How gentle God's commands | | | | | | | |
168 | If Jesus Christ was sent | | | | | | | |
169 | Jesus! hear a weeping mourner | | | | | | | |
170 | O thou who hear'st when sinners cry | | | | | | | |
171 | O thou, whose tender mercy hears | | | | | | | |
172 | Repent, the voice celestial cries | | | | | | | |
173 | As on the cross the Saviour hung | | | | | | | |
174 | Return, my wandering soul, return | | | | | | | |
175 | Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
176 | The smitten heart and starting tear | | | | | | | |
177 | When at thy footstool, Lord, I bend | | | | | | | |
178 | What sorrows may my life attend | | | | | | | |
179 | If love, the noblest, purest, best | | | | | | | |
180 | What can I, my Maker, do | | | | | | | |
181 | Since love is as my duty known | | | | | | | |
182 | When Jesus Christ was here below | | | | | | | |
183 | I by my love to men must prove | | | | | | | |
184 | The knowledge which my heart desires | | | | | | | |
185 | To do to others as I would | | | | | | | |
186 | Father of mercies! in thy word | | | | | | | |
187 | A glory gilds the sacred page | | | | | | | |
188 | How precious is the book divine | | | | | | | |
189 | Thy word, O Lord! is light and food | | | | | | | |
190 | Holy Bible! book divine! | | | | | | | |
191 | How shall the young secure their hearts | | | | | | | |
192 | I love the volume of thy word | | | | | | | |
193 | How shall a young immortal learn | | | | | | | |
194 | With humble prayer, O may I read | | | | | | | |
195 | What a mercy, what a treasure | | | | | | | |
196 | This is the field where hidden lies | | | | | | | |
197 | This is a precious book indeed! | | | | | | | |
198 | Let avarice from door to door | | | | | | | |
199 | I hear the voice of nature's praise | | | | | | | |
200 | Let children who are taught thy word | | | | | | | |