# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
201 | When first the dove, afar and wide | | | | | | | |
202 | I hear the voice of wo! | | | | | | | |
203 | Have you made the Lord your choice? | | | | | | | |
204 | Hear ye not a voice from heaven | | | | | | | |
205 | Long let the breathing music float | | | | | | | |
206 | To hear the Savior's word | | | | | | | |
207 | Two little pilgrims on their way | | | | | | | |
208 | Who form'd the little sparrow | | | | | | | |
209 | Placed on the verge of youth, my mind | | | | | | | |
210 | The dew-drop on the green | | | | | | | |
211 | Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger | | | | | | | |
212 | King Solomon, of old | | | | | | | |
213 | The curling waves with awful roar | | | | | | | |
214 | The bird that soars on highest wing | | | | | | | |
215 | See the soft, green willow springing | | | | | | | |
216 | Let no soft slumbers close my eyes | | | | | | | |
217 | On the stormy ocean | | | | | | | |
218 | The morning hours of cheerful light | | | | | | | |
219 | Tell, if thou canst, how yonder flower | | | | | | | |
220 | Come, my love, and do not spurn | | | | | | | |
221 | Sweet it is to see a child | | | | | | | |
222 | Let dogs delight to bark and bite | | | | | | | |
223 | How doth the little busy bee | | | | | | | |
224 | How proud we are, how fond to show | | | | | | | |
225 | I am a little child indeed | | | | | | | |
226 | Though I'm now in younger days | | | | | | | |
227 | A little particle of rain | | | | | | | |
228 | Ring-dove! resting benignly calm | | | | | | | |
229 | Beautiful bow! in mercy given | | | | | | | |
230 | Bright little star on evening's breast | | | | | | | |
231 | Who show'd the little ant the way | | | | | | | |
232 | "Come, come to me!" the meek Redeemer cries | | | | | | | |
233 | Be sacred truth, my son, thy guide | | | | | | | |
234 | O thou our Savior, meek and mild | | | | | | | |
235 | Oft may the voice that thou hast given | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal has not been proofed - data may be incomplete or incorrect]