The Child's Song Book: for the use of schools and families; being a selection of favourite aires, with hymns and moral songs, suitable for infant instruction

Editor: Melvin Lord, John C. Holbrook
Publisher: Richardson, Lord & Holbrook, Boston, Mass., 1830
Language: English
Notes: Numbers are the page numbers the hymn starts on. If two hymns start on the same page, letters are added after the page number.
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5aA b c d e f g h i j k l m nPage Scan
5bA b c d e f g h i j k l m n o pPage Scan
5cB-a ba b-e be, b-i bi ba be biPage Scan
6Children, go, To and froPage Scan
7Behold, my eyes, the morning sunPage Scan
8Lord, now the day is gonePage Scan
9Come all little children, And grateful hearts bringPage Scan
10I thank the goodness and the gracePage Scan
11From whence came beauteous morningPage Scan
12Lead us, heav'nly Father, lead usPage Scan
13Lo! the bright, the rosy morningPage Scan
14O, that it were my chief delightPage Scan
15Would you learn, my little childrenPage Scan
16Little children, love each otherPage Scan
17Poor insect! what a little dayPage Scan
18These are the things I ought to mindPage Scan
19Come, my little playmates dearPage Scan
20Five times five are twenty fivePage Scan
21Hark! the infant school-bell's ringingPage Scan
22I like little Pussy, her coat is so warmPage Scan
23Oh, is it not a pityPage Scan
24Sixty seconds make a minutePage Scan
25'Tis pleasant to come to school happy and goodPage Scan
26See me, I am a little childPage Scan
27The hour is come, I will not strayPage Scan
28O thou, to whom the grateful songPage Scan
29The bell rings for schoolPage Scan
30Though home is so sweet and our parents so dearPage Scan
31When little Lucia op'd her eyesPage Scan
32Who is he, so swiftly flyingPage Scan
33Come, children, listen to me nowPage Scan
34Very little things are wePage Scan
35Come children, hear the voice of springPage Scan
36What is it looks so very brightPage Scan
37'Twas God who made the stars, that lightPage Scan
38I'll go to the fields for some flowersPage Scan
39From his humble, grassy bedPage Scan
40Awake, little girl, it is time to arisePage Scan
41On March the twenty first is SpringPage Scan
42How long sometimes a day appears!Page Scan
43We will rise from our benchesPage Scan
44We will march and we will singPage Scan
45We will our little voices raisePage Scan
46What is't that glitters so clear and serenePage Scan
47Swift fly our years awayPage Scan
48Thoughts of wonder, oh, how mighty!Page Scan
49How still the baby's lyingPage Scan
50What can I, my Maker, doPage Scan
51The shades of night were scarcely fledPage Scan
52Though God preserves me ev'ry hourPage Scan
53Great God, and wilt thou condescendPage Scan
54Holy Father, please to hearPage Scan
55While with ceaseless course the sunPage Scan
56The willow, that droops by the side of the riverPage Scan
57In little Lucy's garden grewPage Scan
58Away, pretty Robin, fly home to your nestPage Scan
59If love, the noblest, purest, bestPage Scan
60Poor harmless insect, thither flyPage Scan
61The lilies of the fieldPage Scan
62Let avarice from door to doorPage Scan
63Author of life! with reason's dawn!Page Scan
64"O look at that great ugly spider," said AnnPage Scan
65Come, my little darling girlsPage Scan
66From morning till night, it was Lucy's delightPage Scan
67Time speeds away--away--away!Page Scan
68Now, my dear, the cheerful sunPage Scan
69Our fathers and mothers were early call'd awayPage Scan
70The world when at firstPage Scan
71Lord, dismiss us with thy blessingPage Scan
72aFrom all who dwell below the skiesPage Scan
72bBy Jesus' pure example taughtPage Scan
73aCome and singPage Scan
73bO condescend, Almighty KingPage Scan
73cSuns and planets,--ev'ry orbPage Scan
74aThe last sun of summerPage Scan
74bHe that in venturous barks hath beenPage Scan
74cThe bright blue sky's above usPage Scan
75aHigh the rising moon is soaringPage Scan
75bSee the leaves around you fallingPage Scan
75cThe pleasant spring has come againPage Scan
75dHumble praises, holy JesusPage Scan
75eSee, the rain is soft descendingPage Scan
76aHow great thy goodness gracious Lord!Page Scan
76bWhen first my infant feet essay'dPage Scan
76cHow we love our infant schoolPage Scan
77aOn our cheerful vilage greenPage Scan
77bThirty days by June are crav'dPage Scan
77cGod is love; his mercy brightensPage Scan
77dIn frock richly trim'd with a beautiful lacePage Scan
78aO come my little children dearPage Scan
78bSixteen drams are just an ouncePage Scan
78cWhen my father comes home in the evening from workPage Scan
79aMy love, you have met with a trial to-dayPage Scan
79bAh, don't you remember, 'tis almost DecemberPage Scan
80aI am indeed a little childPage Scan
80bWill the great God, who reigns on highPage Scan
81aOf all the gifts in virtue's powerPage Scan
81bWhat is it in the viewless windPage Scan
81cTo the fields, boys, awayPage Scan
82aI ought to remember the kindness of thosePage Scan

[This hymnal has not been proofed - data may be incomplete or incorrect]
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