Hours of Singing

Editor: A. J. Showalter, A. S. Kieffer
Publisher: Ruebush Kieffer, Dayton, Va., 1882
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d1A little child who loves to pray
d2Anywhere, everywhere, something to do
d3As o'er his furrowed fields which lie
d4Baby is going to bye-lo-land
d5Be glad, little children
d6Be kind to thy [your] father, for when thou [you] wert [wast] [were] young
d7Briskly o'er the frozen snow
d8Cast thy bread upon the waters Sow the seeds of holy truth
d9Come, let us sing of fount and spring What drink with water can compare
d10Days of my youth, ye have glided away
d11Every day hath toil and trouble, Every heart
d12Father take my hand, Lead me through the land
d13For thy mercy and thy grace
d14Forty little urchins
d15God bless the old hearthstone tonight
d16God make [made] my life a little light within the world
d17Happy, happy New Year
d18Hark, I hear the angel voices
d19Hark, the herald angels sing, glory to the newborn King
d20How we love these hours of singing
d21I love the joyful ringing
d22In the bright red of the sunset glow
d23In the spring of early years
d24Jesus, tender shepherd, hear us
d25Little beams of brightness
d26Little feet in motion ever
d27Live for something be not idle
d28Lo the glad May morn
d29Lord, at this closing hour, Establish
d30Merry sings the lark at the break of day
d31Morning's ruddy beam tints the eastern sky
d32O never fear old winter's cheer
d33O where are all the fairies
d34O'er the sea, o'er the sea
d35Once more we meet, our friends to greet
d36Onward, little soldiers
d37Our old, brown homestead reared its walls
d38Over hill, over dale
d39Patter, patter, patter, patter
d40Peeping o'er the hilltops
d41Ring the bells, the Lord has risen
d42Roaming over meadows
d43Savior, tender Shepherd, hear me
d44See the shining dewdrops
d45Sing us a song, birdie
d46Sing we now of home, happy, happy home
d47Slowly where the winds are swelling
d48Snowflakes now are falling
d49Soft the motion of the current
d50Soon we'll part, perhaps forever
d51Sparkling in the sunlight
d52The ground was all covered with snow one day
d53The lark at morn is soaring high
d54The leafy branch bends to the breeze
d55The old farm gate hung sagging down
d56There are grasses greenly growing
d57There is a name I love to hear
d58Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock
d59'Tis sweet, blest Lord, when breaks the rosy morning
d60To school and its pleasures again we return
d61To the woods, to the woods, to the woods we will go
d62Up with the morning, work while 'tis day
d63Wake, O wake, the bells of morning
d64We are climbing learning's hill
d65We are happy and free
d66We are little sowers, sowing every day
d67We now must sing our parting song
d68What a wealth of roses
d69What does little birdie say
d70What is birdie doing
d71Who has not felt how sadly sweet
d72Who so full of fun and glee
d73With joy we meet, With smiles we greet Our schoolmates bright and gay
d74Wonderful Savior, to love us so well
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