# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | A minute, how soon it has flown | | | | | | | |
d2 | A poor afflicted child , I kneel | | | | | | | |
d3 | A sinner, Lord, behold I stand | | | | | | | |
d4 | Almighty God, I'm very ill | | | | | | | |
d5 | Almighty God, who dwellest high | | | | | | | |
d6 | Among the deepest shades of night | | | | | | | |
d7 | As infants once to Christ were brought | | | | | | | |
d8 | As Mary sat at Jesus' feet | | | | | | | |
d9 | Come, let us now forget our mirth, And think that we must die | | | | | | | |
d10 | Come, my love, and do not spurn | | | | | | | |
d11 | God is so good that he will hear | | | | | | | |
d12 | God made the world, in every land | | | | | | | |
d13 | God, what a great and awful word | | | | | | | |
d14 | Great God, and wilt thou condescend | | | | | | | |
d15 | How dreadful, Lord, will be the day When all the tribes of | | | | | | | |
d16 | How kind, in all his works and ways | | | | | | | |
d17 | How long, sometimes, a day appears [the days appear] | | | | | | | |
d18 | How many poor indigent children I see | | | | | | | |
d19 | I saw the glorious sun arise | | | | | | | |
d20 | I thank the goodness and the grace | | | | | | | |
d21 | I thank the Lord, who lives on high | | | | | | | |
d22 | In a modest humble mind | | | | | | | |
d23 | Jesus Christ, my Lord and Savior, Once became | | | | | | | |
d24 | Jesus, that [the] [thou] condescending king | | | | | | | |
d25 | Jesus was once despised and low | | | | | | | |
d26 | Lo at noon 'tis sudden night | | | | | | | |
d27 | Lord, hear a sinful child complain | | | | | | | |
d28 | Lord, I am poor, yet hear my call | | | | | | | |
d29 | Lord, I confess before thy face | | | | | | | |
d30 | Lord, I have dared to disobey | | | | | | | |
d31 | Lord, I have passed another day | | | | | | | |
d32 | Lord, I would own thy tender [every] care | | | | | | | |
d33 | Lord, may a few poor children raise | | | | | | | |
d34 | Lord, thou hast heard my humble voice | | | | | | | |
d35 | Lord, what is life, 'Tis like [but] a flower | | | | | | | |
d36 | Love and kindness we may measure | | | | | | | |
d37 | My Father, I thank thee for sleep | | | | | | | |
d38 | My father, my mother, I know | | | | | | | |
d39 | My heavenly Father, I confess | | | | | | | |
d40 | My love I meet this happy day | | | | | | | |
d41 | My love, you have [thou hast] met with a trial today | | | | | | | |
d42 | Now condescend, almighty king | | | | | | | |
d43 | Now I suppose, that, having tried | | | | | | | |
d44 | Now that my journey's just begun | | | | | | | |
d45 | O that it were my chief delight | | | | | | | |
d46 | Pride ugly pride sometimes is seen | | | | | | | |
d47 | Shall I presume to venture near | | | | | | | |
d48 | Since, mighty God, my health and ease | | | | | | | |
d49 | Stars, that on your wondrous way, Travel | | | | | | | |
d50 | Tell me, mamma, if I must die | | | | | | | |
d51 | The flowers of the field, that quickly fade | | | | | | | |
d52 | The God of heaven is pleased to see | | | | | | | |
d53 | The morning hours of cheerful light | | | | | | | |
d54 | There is a path that leads to God, All others go astray | | | | | | | |
d55 | This is a precious book indeed | | | | | | | |
d56 | This year is just going away | | | | | | | |
d57 | Though God preserves me every hour | | | | | | | |
d58 | We've passed a pleasant Sabbath day | | | | | | | |
d59 | What is there, Lord, a child [youth] can do | | | | | | | |
d60 | What is this little grassy mound | | | | | | | |
d61 | When a foolish thought within | | | | | | | |
d62 | When daily I kneel down to pray | | | | | | | |
d63 | When, for some little insult given | | | | | | | |
d64 | When Jesus Christ was here below | | | | | | | |
d65 | When little Samuel woke | | | | | | | |
d66 | When sweet summer flowers appear | | | | | | | |
d67 | When to the house of God we go | | | | | | | |
d68 | Where is the high and lofty One | | | | | | | |
d69 | Where should I be, if God should say | | | | | | | |
d70 | Why should our poor enjoyments here | | | | | | | |