Juvenile Songs: religious, moral and sentimental, with brief exercises, adapted to the purposes of primary instruction

Editor: Thomas Hastings
Publisher: Daniel Fanshaw , New York, 1842
Language: English
Notes: Numbering is by page number. Letters are added to hymns that start on the same page.
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7aLo in the desert rich flowers are springingPage Scan
7bDo unto others as you wouldPage Scan
7cLove God with all your soul and strengthPage Scan
8aHow sweet the melting layPage Scan
8bMy schoolmates are learning to singPage Scan
9aThe hour of song has comePage Scan
9bLet us close the tuneful hourPage Scan
10aFrom his humble, grassy bedPage Scan
10bSee, the lovely blooming flowerPage Scan
11aCherily, cheerily sound the strainPage Scan
11bPoor harmless insect, thither flyPage Scan
12aLet us chant the morning songPage Scan
12bPut up thy little hands in prayerPage Scan
13Some people complain they have nothing to doPage Scan
14Children of a freeborn racePage Scan
15High on a bright and sunny bedPage Scan
16The lillies of the valleysPage Scan
17The beautiful sun has forsaken the earthPage Scan
18The stars are bright this beautiful nightPage Scan
19aGentle breezes ever smilingPage Scan
19bSee upon the mountain's sidePage Scan
20Go, when the morning shinethPage Scan
21The butterfly, an idle thingPage Scan
22There is, beyond the sky, A heaven of joy and lovePage Scan
23Now I lay be down to sleepPage Scan
24aDark night away hath rolledPage Scan
24bDown in the green and shady bedPage Scan
25O gracious Lord of allPage Scan
26Awake, awake, from a slumber brearkPage Scan
27Ah tell me no morePage Scan
28Free from slumber, free from carePage Scan
29Her eye was to sorrow inclinedPage Scan
30Who made the sky so bright and bluePage Scan
31Seek from the skiesPage Scan
32The spring of life is openingPage Scan
33Our youthful hearts for learning burnPage Scan
34The silvery moon advancesPage Scan
35To be early at schoolPage Scan
36The bugle horn, This early mornPage Scan
37Let melody now its soft numbers prolongPage Scan
38O what will become of thee poor little birdPage Scan
40He wept at the deed he had donePage Scan
41School is open, take your placesPage Scan
42O how I love my Father's eyePage Scan
43We'll go to the field for some flowersPage Scan
44When all within is peacePage Scan
45The planets are beautiful starsPage Scan
46On the bank of the river so highPage Scan
48Tell me the days each month containsPage Scan
50Vacation now we're spendingPage Scan
51Sweet is the light of Sabbath evePage Scan
52Summer's mildest breeze is blowingPage Scan
53O Jesus, delight of my soul My Savior, my Shepherd divinePage Scan
54O Pilot, 'tis a fearful nightPage Scan
55From every stormy wind [sense] that blowsPage Scan
56Who can tell what notes of sadnessPage Scan
57Endless praises to our Lord GodPage Scan
58Come to the sunset treePage Scan
60I saw from the beach when the morning was shiningPage Scan
61There's peace, there's hope, there's joyPage Scan
62The wonders of creation in earth and air and skiesPage Scan
64Who is he that kindly keepethPage Scan
65Night, whose sable mantle flowsPage Scan
66How beauteous the morning appearsPage Scan
67Bright little star on evening's breastPage Scan
68See where the glorious sunset nowPage Scan
69The birds and the fishes, without any handsPage Scan
70Now nature sits in sweet reposePage Scan
71To Sabbath school, to Sabbath schoolPage Scan
72The spring flowers know the time to bloomPage Scan
73Where do children love to goPage Scan
74Thanksgiving day has comePage Scan
75When little Samuel wokePage Scan
76While beauty clothes the fertile valePage Scan
77Wake! wake, 'tis early dayPage Scan
78The country I love that has given me birthPage Scan
79O do not frighten or destroyPage Scan
80How charming the thought that the spirits in blissPage Scan
81Far, far o'er [the] hill and dell [dale]Page Scan
82O poor little robin, so cold and so wetPage Scan
83'Tis dawn, 'tis dawn, with silv'ry lightPage Scan
84Rambling o'er the rocky mountainPage Scan
85Time, a smooth deceitful streamPage Scan
86It is a lovely, hallowed spotPage Scan
87I wonder why these pretty flowersPage Scan
88How sweet is the Sabbath to mePage Scan
89It is the sabbath dayPage Scan
90Fair little creature of a dayPage Scan
91Rejoicing in the days of youthPage Scan
92Stay, little warbler, stayPage Scan
94I have no mother, for she diedPage Scan
95In melody would you excelPage Scan
96A darkening veil passed o'er the moonPage Scan
98O if I were a robinPage Scan
99Rich the treasure, sweet the pleasurePage Scan
100Tell me, Shepherd, from abovePage Scan
101Come, children, come, God bids you comePage Scan
102People of the living God! I have sought the worldPage Scan
103There was a noble arkPage Scan
104See where, in a thicket of rosesPage Scan

[This hymnal has not been proofed - data may be incomplete or incorrect]
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