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101 | Our Father, which art in heaven | | | | | | | |
102 | Our Father, which art in heaven | | | | | | | |
103 | Jesus, tender Shepherd, hear me | | | | | | | |
104 | God is in Heaven, can He hear | | | | | | | |
105 | Jesus, lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
106 | The morning bright with rosy light | | | | | | | |
107 | I love Thee, Jesus | | | | | | | |
108 | Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove | | | | | | | |
109 | He's come! let ev'ry knee be bent | | | | | | | |
110 | Holy Ghost, with light divine | | | | | | | |
111 | There is a happy land | | | | | | | |
112 | I want to be an angel | | | | | | | |
113 | Safe in the arms of Jesus | | | | | | | |
114 | There's a land that is fairer than day | | | | | | | |
115 | Around the throne of God in heaven | | | | | | | |
116 | Over the ocean wave, far, far away | | | | | | | |
117 | Throw out the Life-Line across the dark wave | | | | | | | |
118 | I've thought of little children | | | | | | | |
119 | Little builders all are we | | | | | | | |
120 | I hear the voices of children | | | | | | | |
121 | Go forth, ye heralds! in My Name | | | | | | | |
122 | I am but a penny | | | | | | | |
123 | Far out upon the prairie | | | | | | | |
124 | Have you ever brought a penny to the missionary box | | | | | | | |
125 | I am a little Hindoo girl | | | | | | | |
126 | Should you wish to be told the best use of a penny | | | | | | | |
127 | Hear the pennies dropping | | | | | | | |
128 | Oh, send forth the Bible, more precious than gold! | | | | | | | |
129 | Sing a song of jugs tonight | | | | | | | |
130 | Out in the western wild | | | | | | | |
131 | Only a single penny, 'Tis all I have to give | | | | | | | |
132 | There is something on earth for the children to do | | | | | | | |
133 | I cannot do great things for God | | | | | | | |
134 | "Give," said the little stream | | | | | | | |
135 | To our dear Sabbath-school there ought many to come | | | | | | | |
136 | Give to Jesus, give to Jesus | | | | | | | |
137 | Dear little children, please give to me | | | | | | | |
138 | Softly, softly through the midnight | | | | | | | |
139 | And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field | | | | | | | |
140 | List to the bells of Christmas! | | | | | | | |
141 | Long, long ago in a manger low | | | | | | | |
142 | Hark! the merry, merry bells | | | | | | | |
143 | A star shone in the heavens | | | | | | | |
144 | Cheerily hail the Christmas morn | | | | | | | |
145 | 'Round our sparkling Christmas tree | | | | | | | |
146 | O joyful bells of Christmas-tide | | | | | | | |
147 | The anthem the angels were singing | | | | | | | |
148 | Hark! the angels singing | | | | | | | |
149 | Hail to the morn When Christ was born | | | | | | | |
150 | Gleam out, oh, Christmas brightness | | | | | | | |
151 | Little children, can you tell | | | | | | | |
152 | To us this day in David's town | | | | | | | |
153 | Merry, merry Christmas ev'rywhere! | | | | | | | |
154 | In a country far away | | | | | | | |
155 | Ring the bells, the Christmas bells | | | | | | | |
156 | While shepherds watched their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
157 | Banish gloom and sadness | | | | | | | |
158 | He is coming! He is coming! | | | | | | | |
159 | Christ was born in Bethlehem | | | | | | | |
160 | "Unto us a Child is born" | | | | | | | |
161 | Hark, I hear the angel voices | | | | | | | |
162 | Cheerily, cheerily, sing once more | | | | | | | |
163 | We saw a star, a bright new star | | | | | | | |
164 | Through the blue and starry heavens | | | | | | | |
165 | Merry Christmas bells are ringing | | | | | | | |
166 | Wakeful shepherds, long ago | | | | | | | |
167 | Tell me why is Christmas day | | | | | | | |
168 | What do we find in the manger | | | | | | | |
169 | Glory in the highest! | | | | | | | |
170 | List, a thousand birds are singing | | | | | | | |
171 | Gather, children, gather, Fragrant offerings bring | | | | | | | |
172 | Shout, shout aloud the tidings of Redemption | | | | | | | |
173 | The little flowers came through the ground | | | | | | | |
174 | "Christ the Lord is risen to-day" | | | | | | | |
175 | Our Lord is risen from the dead | | | | | | | |
176 | On this glad triumphant morning | | | | | | | |
177 | Let ev'ry childish voice | | | | | | | |
178 | Low in the grave He lay--Jesus, my Saviour! | | | | | | | |
179 | Now the bursting Spring awakes | | | | | | | |
180 | Lift up, O little children | | | | | | | |
181 | The bells are merrily ringing | | | | | | | |
182 | Snowdrops lift your timid heads | | | | | | | |
183 | Sweet Easter bells are ringing | | | | | | | |
184 | From the cross on Calvary's mountain | | | | | | | |
185 | Mary to her Saviour's tomb | | | | | | | |
186 | "I know that my Redeemer lives" | | | | | | | |
187 | Children, to the risen Saviour | | | | | | | |
188 | All the bells are sweet with music | | | | | | | |
189 | Little hands are clapping now | | | | | | | |
190 | The snow comes down so pure and white | | | | | | | |
191 | Little drops of water | | | | | | | |
192 | Oh, how brightly, how brightly the Sun moves along | | | | | | | |
193 | We'll rise up together | | | | | | | |
194 | Two little eyes to look to God | | | | | | | |
195 | I asked the little joyous bird | | | | | | | |
196 | Come, let us join our cheerful songs | | | | | | | |
197 | God made the sky that looks so blue | | | | | | | |
198 | Oh, tell us how our bread is made | | | | | | | |
199 | I am so young, O Jesus | | | | | | | |
200 | What says the clock when it strieks one? | | | | | | | |