# | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
201 | Now in the season of thy youth | | | | | |  | |
202 | Ye hearts with youthful vigor warm | | | | | |  | |
203 | They are blest and blest forever | | | | | |  | |
204 | The rose bud yet unblown may lie | | | | | |  | |
205 | Like mist on the mountain | | | | | |  | |
206 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | |  | |
207 | Though I am young, I have a soul The world can never buy | | | | | |  | |
208 | Almighty God, thy piercing eye | | | | | |  | |
209 | Why should we spend our youthful days | | | | | |  | |
210 | Few are our years, yet soon | | | | | |  | |
211 | Many voices seem to say | | | | | |  | |
212 | The sun that lights the world shall fade | | | | | |  | |
213 | There is a path that leads to God, All others go astray | | | | | |  | |
214 | Swift the moments fly away | | | | | |  | |
215 | There is a way that's very broad | | | | | |  | |
216 | This life is but a summer's day | | | | | |  | |
217 | See the kind [good] Shepherd, Jesus, stands | | | | | |  | |
218 | Little children, stop and think | | | | | |  | |
219 | O 'tis a folly and a crime | | | | | |  | |
220 | How blest are those in early youth | | | | | |  | |
221 | O sweet it is in life's young spring | | | | | |  | |
222 | How happy is the child who hears | | | | | |  | |
223 | Holy children, read and pray | | | | | |  | |
224 | Blest, beyond all earthly blessing | | | | | |  | |
225 | God has said, Forever blessed those who seek | | | | | |  | |
226 | Happy the child that [who] finds the grace | | | | | |  | |
227 | Thrice happy is the youth | | | | | |  | |
228 | Happy the child whose tender years | | | | | |  | |
229 | How carefully the shepherds keep | | | | | |  | |
230 | 'Tis religion that can give sweetest pleasures | | | | | |  | |
231 | Happy child whom God doth aid | | | | | |  | |
232 | Go thou, in life's fair morning | | | | | |  | |
233 | What though we now are weak and young | | | | | |  | |
234 | Teacher, guide of young beginners | | | | | |  | |
235 | King Solomon of old A happy choice had made | | | | | |  | |
236 | We are but young, yet we may sing | | | | | |  | |
237 | One God I must worship supreme | | | | | |  | |
238 | While angels praise thy gracious [glorious] name | | | | | |  | |
239 | The gods that gave us not our birth | | | | | |  | |
240 | Savior, while my heart is tender, I would yield that heart to Thee | | | | | |  | |
241 | Religion is the chief concern | | | | | |  | |
242 | Idle boys and men are found | | | | | |  | |
243 | I know that I am but a child | | | | | |  | |
244 | Love and kindness we may measure | | | | | |  | |
245 | Great God, and wilt thou condescend | | | | | |  | |
246 | Young children were to Jesus brought | | | | | |  | |
247 | Words are things of little cost, quickly spoken, quickly lost | | | | | |  | |
248 | The bird that soars on highest wing | | | | | |  | |
249 | Time once gone is gone forever | | | | | |  | |
250 | Let children that would fear the Lord | | | | | |  | |
251 | How pleasant for a child to sing | | | | | |  | |
252 | How happy those dear children were | | | | | |  | |
253 | O Jesus, delight of my soul My Savior, my Shepherd divine | | | | | |  | |
254 | In the cross of Jesus glory | | | | | |  | |
255 | How doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour | | | | | |  | |
256 | Children now your voices raise | | | | | |  | |
257 | A minute, how soon it has flown | | | | | |  | |
258 | Jesus Christ, my Lord and Savior, Once became | | | | | |  | |
259 | Young children once to Jesus came | | | | | |  | |
260 | Thou Guardian of our youthful days | | | | | |  | |
261 | If any little insult given | | | | | |  | |
262 | The Savior loved of heaven to talk | | | | | |  | |
263 | As thou forgivest us | | | | | |  | |
264 | O thou whose name is love | | | | | |  | |
265 | Great God, with meekness we confess | | | | | |  | |
266 | Let children bless the Savior's name | | | | | |  | |
267 | Young men exhort, the apostle said | | | | | |  | |
268 | The morning hours of cheerful light | | | | | |  | |
269 | Great God, with heart and tongue | | | | | |  | |
270 | Guide of my youth be thou, O Lord | | | | | |  | |
271 | How shall the young secure their hearts | | | | | |  | |
272 | Lord, we are young, thy help we need | | | | | |  | |
273 | In the joyous hours of youth | | | | | |  | |
274 | O what a lovely sight | | | | | |  | |
275 | Our youth is like the opening day | | | | | |  | |
276 | Guardian of souls, throughout my days | | | | | |  | |
277 | The fading leaf, an emblem fit | | | | | |  | |
278 | Guide of my youth, to thee, I cry | | | | | |  | |
279 | Grant us, Lord, thy heavenly light | | | | | |  | |
280 | The praying spirit breathe | | | | | |  | |
281 | Creator! Savior! God! We raise our hearts to thee | | | | | |  | |
282 | Our Father in heaven we hallow thy name | | | | | |  | |
283 | O when the tear is gushing | | | | | |  | |
284 | From every stormy wind [sense] that blows | | | | | |  | |
285 | Day by day supplies of grace | | | | | |  | |
286 | Prayer is the soul's [heart's] [saint's] sincere desire | | | | | |  | |
287 | O, for a faith that will not shrink | | | | | |  | |
288 | Author of faith, we seek thy face | | | | | |  | |
289 | Prayer is [was] appointed to convey | | | | | |  | |
290 | The Lord attends when children pray | | | | | |  | |
291 | Lord, teach me how to pray, Thy saving grace impart | | | | | |  | |
292 | O that the Lord would teach my tongue | | | | | |  | |
293 | There's not a tint that paints the rose | | | | | |  | |
294 | Let every tongue thy goodness speak | | | | | |  | |
295 | O thou who dost young children love | | | | | |  | |
296 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | |  | |
297 | May I love thee and adore thee | | | | | |  | |
298 | My Savior, my almighty Friend | | | | | |  | |
299 | Majestic sweetness sits enthroned upon the Savior's brow | | | | | |  | |
300 | There's not a star whose twinkling light shines [illumes] | | | | | |  | |