# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | A King is born in Bethlehem | | | | | | | |
d2 | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? | | | | | | | |
d3 | All to Jesus I surrender | | | | | | | |
d4 | Almost persuaded now to believe, Almost | | | | | | | |
d5 | Blessed are they, though poor | | | | | | | |
d6 | Children of the king are we | | | | | | | |
d7 | Clouds may darken the fairest sky | | | | | | | |
d8 | Early in the morning, at the break of day | | | | | | | |
d9 | Faithful soldiers for the King | | | | | | | |
d10 | Genesis and Exodus, Leviticus and Numbers | | | | | | | |
d11 | God is ever careful of his own | | | | | | | |
d12 | Gracious Savior, gentle [holy] Shepherd, Little ones [All thy lambs] [Children all] | | | | | | | |
d13 | Hark to the tread of the children's army | | | | | | | |
d14 | Have ye heard the Easter story | | | | | | | |
d15 | Holy Bible, book divine, Precious treasure, thou art mine | | | | | | | |
d16 | Holy Father, send thy blessing | | | | | | | |
d17 | How gentle God's commands | | | | | | | |
d18 | How oft across life's narrow path | | | | | | | |
d19 | I am so glad that our [my] Father [Savior] in heaven | | | | | | | |
d20 | I belong to the King, I'm a child of his love | | | | | | | |
d21 | I come to the garden alone | | | | | | | |
d22 | I think, when I read that [the] sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
d23 | If to Christ our only King men redeemed we try to bring | | | | | | | |
d24 | If you are a loafah an' a drunkard | | | | | | | |
d25 | In the beauty of the earth | | | | | | | |
d26 | In this world of darkness | | | | | | | |
d27 | I've a Savior whom I love | | | | | | | |
d28 | Jesus calls the children dear | | | | | | | |
d29 | Jesus is the children's Friend | | | | | | | |
d30 | Jesus knows by name his sheep | | | | | | | |
d31 | Jesus loves me, this I know, For the Bible | | | | | | | |
d32 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
d33 | Kind words can never die, Cherished and blest | | | | | | | |
d34 | Let us gather up the sunbeams | | | | | | | |
d35 | Life is full of sunshine when the sun | | | | | | | |
d36 | Like as a father, God on his throne | | | | | | | |
d37 | Many a load would be lighter today | | | | | | | |
d38 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
d39 | O come in childhood's happy hours | | | | | | | |
d40 | O joyous bells of Easter morning | | | | | | | |
d41 | O thou bleeding Lamb of God | | | | | | | |
d42 | Poor lil' brack sheep | | | | | | | |
d43 | Rejoice, ye children of a King | | | | | | | |
d44 | Remember thy Creator and learn to heed his word | | | | | | | |
d45 | Rose of Sharon, wondrous fair | | | | | | | |
d46 | Said Washington to Betsy Ross | | | | | | | |
d47 | Savior, like a shepherd lead us | | | | | | | |
d48 | Serve with gladness Christ the King | | | | | | | |
d49 | Shout, shout for joy and sing | | | | | | | |
d50 | Slumber, Child divine | | | | | | | |
d51 | Sometime we'll stand before the judgment bar | | | | | | | |
d52 | Sweet are the roses of Sharon | | | | | | | |
d53 | The Lord has need of workers to fill his field today | | | | | | | |
d54 | The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want; He maketh me down to lie | | | | | | | |
d55 | The mourners left weeping | | | | | | | |
d56 | The Word that God has given | | | | | | | |
d57 | There are fields that to harvest are white | | | | | | | |
d58 | There's a wicked old monster, his name is saloon | | | | | | | |
d59 | There's a wideness in God's mercy | | | | | | | |
d60 | Thou shalt not have, so says the Lord | | | | | | | |
d61 | 'Tis fine to see the old world | | | | | | | |
d62 | 'Tis the good old time religion | | | | | | | |
d63 | Trusting in the Savior, O 'tis wondrous sweet | | | | | | | |
d64 | Walk not in the path of the sinful | | | | | | | |
d65 | When he cometh, when he cometh to make | | | | | | | |
d66 | When upon bended knee Jesus whispered to me | | | | | | | |
d67 | Words are things of little cost, quickly spoken, quickly lost | | | | | | | |
d68 | Work for the cause of temperance | | | | | | | |
d69 | Ye gates, lift up your heads on high | | | | | | | |