# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
1 | What is it shows my soul the way | | | | | | | |
2 | What is it looks so very bright | | | | | | | |
3 | Little children all tell me | | | | | | | |
4 | O that it were my chief delight | | | | | | | |
5 | Little children, love each other | | | | | | | |
6 | God made the sky that looks so blue | | | | | | | |
7 | Come, child, look upwards to the sky | | | | | | | |
8 | Adam and Eve in Eden lived | | | | | | | |
9 | When by the brook Elijah lived | | | | | | | |
10 | Young Samuel in his infant days | | | | | | | |
11 | The hour is come, I will not stray | | | | | | | |
12 | This is the way to know the Lord | | | | | | | |
13 | Lord, with redeeming mercy blest | | | | | | | |
14 | God is in Heaven, [and] can he hear | | | | | | | |
15 | Great God, and wilt thou be so kind | | | | | | | |
16 | Christ is merciful and mild | | | | | | | |
17 | Come, children, hail the Prince of peace | | | | | | | |
18 | Hark, the skies with music sound | | | | | | | |
19 | Jesus thou heavenly Stranger | | | | | | | |
20 | When Jesus left his Father's [heavenly] throne | | | | | | | |
21 | That Jesus hears when sinners pray | | | | | | | |
22 | Unmindful of God's holy word | | | | | | | |
23 | Fear was within the tossing bark | | | | | | | |
24 | Come children, let us Jesus praise | | | | | | | |
27 | Lord, teach us how to pray | | | | | | | |
28 | Our Father God, who art in heav'n | | | | | | | |
29 | Forget to pray; that's strange indeed | | | | | | | |
30 | We Lord, thy children are | | | | | | | |
31 | Lord, I would own thy tender [every] care | | | | | | | |
32 | Through all the dangers of the night | | | | | | | |
33 | Behold, my eyes, the morning sun | | | | | | | |
34 | Glory to thee, my [our] God [O Lord], this night [day] | | | | | | | |
35 | God our Father, great Creator | | | | | | | |
36 | To-day is added to our time | | | | | | | |
37 | How long, sometimes, a day appears [the days appear] | | | | | | | |
38 | Death, O that awful solemn word | | | | | | | |
39 | Heaven must be a happy place | | | | | | | |
40 | Death has been here, and borne away A sister [brother] [scholar] from our side | | | | | | | |
42 | Where should I be, if God should say | | | | | | | |
43 | Though I am young, I have a soul The world can never buy | | | | | | | |
44 | May I a little pilgrim be | | | | | | | |
45 | Mortal, beware, improve the present hour | | | | | | | |
46 | This is the day when Christ arose | | | | | | | |
47 | I love the Sabbath morn to come | | | | | | | |
48 | This day belongs to God alone | | | | | | | |
49 | My days on earth, how swift they run | | | | | | | |
50 | Heavenly Father, grant thy blessing on the instructions | | | | | | | |
51 | Holy Bible, book divine, Precious treasure, thou art mine | | | | | | | |
52 | 'Tis a precious book indeed | | | | | | | |
53 | What book ought I to love the best | | | | | | | |
54 | Let avarice from [borne] shore to shore | | | | | | | |
55 | My father, my mother, I know | | | | | | | |
56 | O 'tis a lovely thing for youth | | | | | | | |
57 | I thank the goodness and the grace | | | | | | | |
58 | Whither but to thee, O Lord | | | | | | | |
59 | Lord, are the ravens daily fed by thee | | | | | | | |
60 | I will be even with my bitterest foe | | | | | | | |
61 | A light, our darkened steps to guide | | | | | | | |
62 | Who comes to infant school each day | | | | | | | |
63 | Why did Christ my Lord appear | | | | | | | |
64 | See, another year is come | | | | | | | |
65 | Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
66 | To God the Father, God the Son | | | | | | | |
16 .2 | Christ the hungry people fed | | | | | | | |
25 , 26 | Lord, teach a little child to pray | | | | | | | |
M1 | O how pretty 'tis to see | | | | | | | |
M2 | Now is it not a pity | | | | | | | |
M3 | Hark, the infant school bell's ringing | | | | | | | |
M4 | Though our home is so sweet | | | | | | | |
M5 | 'Tis pleasant to come to school clean and neat | | | | | | | |
M6 | When my father comes home in the evening | | | | | | | |
M7 | In earth the vegetables grow | | | | | | | |
M8 | I like little pussy, her coat is so warm | | | | | | | |
M9 | Do you cry when wash'd, and not love to be clean? | | | | | | | |
M10 | See me, I am a little boy [child] | | | | | | | |
M11 | There's a poor child a-going by | | | | | | | |
M12 | I'll never hurt a little dog | | | | | | | |