# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | Away in a [the] manger, no crib | | | | | | | |
d2 | Come, ye [you] thankful people, come | | | | | | | |
d3 | Dare to be brave, dare to be true, Strive for the right | | | | | | | |
d4 | Do not wait until some deed of greatness you may do | | | | | | | |
d5 | Fairest Lord Jesus, Ruler of all nature | | | | | | | |
d6 | Father, we thank thee [you] for the night | | | | | | | |
d7 | I love to tell the story of unseen things above | | | | | | | |
d8 | I think, when I read that [the] sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
d9 | I would be true, for there are those | | | | | | | |
d10 | Jesus Christ is risen today, Our triumphant | | | | | | | |
d11 | Jesus loves me, this I know, For the Bible | | | | | | | |
d12 | Jesus wants me for a sunbeam | | | | | | | |
d13 | Now the day is over, Night is drawing nigh | | | | | | | |
d14 | O beautiful for spacious skies | | | | | | | |
d15 | Savior, like a shepherd lead us | | | | | | | |
d16 | There's a church in the valley by the wildwood | | | | | | | |
d17 | When morning gilds the skies | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]