# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | Send out thy light, the way is dark before me | | | | | | | |
d102 | Silent night, holy night, all is calm, all is bright | | | | | | | |
d103 | Sing them over again to me, wonderful words of life | | | | | | | |
d104 | Sleep, my little Jesus | | | | | | | |
d105 | Summertime is knocking at the door | | | | | | | |
d106 | Sweet is the voice of a mother | | | | | | | |
d107 | Tell me the stories of Jesus, I love to hear | | | | | | | |
d108 | The Church's one foundation is Jesus Christ her Lord | | | | | | | |
d109 | The cunning papoose in the wigwam | | | | | | | |
d110 | The earth is hushed in silence | | | | | | | |
d111 | The first Noel, the angel did say | | | | | | | |
d112 | The little birds wake up and sing | | | | | | | |
d113 | The love of God for us is everywhere | | | | | | | |
d114 | The strife is o'er the battle done | | | | | | | |
d115 | The world is lovely, the world is lovely, on a day in June | | | | | | | |
d116 | There are fields that to harvest are white | | | | | | | |
d117 | There's a call to worship, sweet and clear | | | | | | | |
d118 | There's a song in the air, there's a star in the sky | | | | | | | |
d119 | There's a song my heart is singing, O so joyously | | | | | | | |
d120 | There's not a tint that paints the rose | | | | | | | |
d121 | These words of the Savior | | | | | | | |
d122 | This is my Father's world, And to my list'ning ears | | | | | | | |
d123 | Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock | | | | | | | |
d124 | 'Tis not far to Jesus | | | | | | | |
d125 | To thy father and thy mother | | | | | | | |
d126 | Twinkle, twinkle, little star | | | | | | | |
d127 | Under the snow so white and deep | | | | | | | |
d128 | We are only little children And though youthful | | | | | | | |
d129 | We come, we come, like the hosts of old | | | | | | | |
d130 | We have heard the Savior's voice | | | | | | | |
d131 | We three kings of [from] Orient are | | | | | | | |
d132 | We will give to Christ the King gifts of love | | | | | | | |
d133 | What's the use of our complaining | | | | | | | |
d134 | When Jesus came from heaven to earth | | | | | | | |
d135 | When morning gilds the skies | | | | | | | |
d136 | When the darkness lies O'er the shadowed skies | | | | | | | |
d137 | When the dawn is breaking o'er the rosy sky | | | | | | | |
d138 | When the evening shadows gather When I close my eyes in sleep | | | | | | | |
d139 | When the skies are bright and blue | | | | | | | |
d140 | Who are these beside the sea | | | | | | | |
d141 | Who taught the bird [birds] to build her [their] nest [nests] | | | | | | | |
d142 | Who will hear us when we pray | | | | | | | |
d143 | Who would not love the Bible | | | | | | | |
d144 | Why am I here in this big old world | | | | | | | |
d145 | With happy voices singing [ringing] | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]