# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
87b | Zion! bright and fair, strong thy bulwarks are | | | | | | | |
87c | O happy land! O happy land! | | | | | | | |
88 | Should you wish to be told the best use of a penny | MISSIONARY VERSES | | | | | | |
89 | "O! I am so happy!" the little girl said | | | | | | | |
90 | I'll away, I'll away like a pleasant boy | THE HAPPY SCHOOL BOY | | | | | | |
91 | I walk'd in a field of fresh clover this morn | PLEASANT THOUGHTS | | | | | | |
92 | My country! 'tis of thee | MY COUNTRY! 'TIS OF THEE | | | | | | |
93 | Come, youthful sinners, come, haste to the Saviour | [Come, youthful sinners, come, haste to the Saviour] | | | | | | |
94a | What is it shows my soul the way | POWER OF THE BIBLE | | | | | | |
94b | Who took me from my mother's arms | | | | | | | |
95a | Who fed me from her gentle breast | | | | | | | |
95b | Who often with me kindly play'd | | | | | | | |
95c | Who was it, when we both were young | | | | | | | |
96 | The little child who loves to pray | THE CHILD IN HEAVEN | | | | | | |
97a | "I've got a penny, dear mamma!" | | | | | | | |
97b | We were so poor when baby died | | | | | | | |
98 | Be kind to thy father, for when thou wert young | [Be kind to thy father, for when thou wert young] | | | | | | |
99 | "Be good, little children," your mother will say | | | | | | | |
100 | How pleasant thus to dwell below | PARTING HYMN | | | | | | |
101a | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
101b | O glorious rest! There joys sublime | | | | | | | |
102 | Who'll buy a nosegay, cried a sweet little child | THE NOSEGAY GIRL | | | | | | |
103a | Very little things are we | VERY LITTLE THINGS | | | | | | |
103b | How should children spend the day? | | | | | | | |
103c | Jesus, Lord, to thee I pray | | | | | | | |
103d | Lord! this night I come to own | | | | | | | |
104 | Oft in the stilly night | OFT IN THE STILLY NIGHT | | | | | | |
105 | Like mists on the mount | LIKE MISTS ON THE MOUNT | | | | | | |
106 | When joy thy heart is swelling | [When joy thy heart is swelling] | | | | | | |
107a | Sweetly to the Sabbath bell steals on the air | SABBATH BELL | | | | | | |
107b | I must not be angry, nor snatch rudely away | | | | | | | |
108 | We all love one another | LITTLE LOVING ONES | | | | | | |
109a | There is a happy land | HAPPY LAND | | | | | | |
109b | Help me to praise thy name | | | | | | | |
109c | Never the drunkard's drink | | | | | | | |
110 | Get up early! time is precious | GET UP EARLY | | | | | | |
111 | In the school-room while we stay | STUDY | | | | | | |
112 | Willie said, Now will I learn to read and spell | [Willie said, Now will I learn to read and spell] | | | | | | |
114 | Now is it not a pity that such pretty girls and boys | THE TRUANTS | | | | | | |
115a | Our youthful hearts for learning burn | AWAY TO SCHOOL | | | | | | |
115b | O may truth | [O, may truth] | | | | | | |
116 | Don't you hear the school-bell ringing? | CHEERFUL SONGS | | | | | | |
117 | Sing, sing sing! | SING, SING, SING | | | | | | |
118 | The mother look'd pale, and her face was sad | [The mother look'd pale, and her face was sad] | | | | | | |
119 | Go to my mother | [Go to my mother] | | | | | | |
120a | A little Robin built a nest | THE BIRD'S NEST | | | | | | |
120b | O, turn thy little foot aside | | | | | | | |
121 | Happy birds are on the wing | [Happy birds are on the wing] | | | | | | |
122a | The winter is over and gone | SPRING HAS COME | | | | | | |
122b | O, make me a very good child | | | | | | | |
122c | My father, my mother, I know | | | | | | | |
123a | Smiling May comes in play | SMILING MAY | | | | | | |
123b | Silently, silently | | | | | | | |
124 | O, here I sit, and plait my straw | [O, here I sit, and plait my straw] | | | | | | |
125 | Angry looks can do no good | | | | | | | |
126 | To do to others as I would | GOLDEN RULE | | | | | | |
127 | Say, mother, why do people weep | ALL FOR THE BEST | | | | | | |
128 | My dear little pillow, so nice, soft and warm | THE CHILD TO HER PILLOW | | | | | | |
129 | Good-night, little birds! I am going to bed | | | | | | | |
130 | And now to all good-night | [And now to all good-night] | | | | | | |
131 | It was a blessed summer day | THE BLIND BOY | | | | | | |
132 | Jesus Christ, our Lord and Saviour | [Jesus Christ, our Lord and Saviour] | | | | | | |
133a | Here we throng to praise the Saviour | | | | | | | |
133b | Jesus, tender Shepherd, hear me | | | | | | | |
133c | Let the children come unto me | | | | | | | |
133d | Saviour, once fond parents brought thee | | | | | | | |
134 | I think, when I read that sweet story of old | [I think, when I read that sweet story of old] | | | | | | |
136 | A little girl, with a happy look | [A little girl, with a happy look] | | | | | | |
137 | I hear thee speak of a better land | | | | | | | |
138 | What is that, mother? The lark, my child | | | | | | | |
139 | O say, little girl, whither now are you going? | [O say, little girl, whither now are you going?] | | | | | | |
140 | While the Sunday bells are ringing | THE SABBATH DAY | | | | | | |
141a | I wish I were a mountain lark | | | | | | | |
141b | Little Willie stood under an apple-tree old | | | | | | | |
142 | O where, tell me where, has my little brother gone? | THE LITTLE MOURNER | | | | | | |
144 | Schoolmates, can you tell me, why | THE MORNING STAR | | | | | | |
145a | Who are they in heaven who stand | | | | | | | |
145b | Little schoolmates, can you tell | | | | | | | |
146 | O, what is heav'n? I want to know | [O, what is heav'n? I want to know] | | | | | | |
147 | Mother, how still the baby lies | | | | | | | |
148 | Dear mother, I ask for my father in vain | | | | | | | |
150 | Dear little sister, how d'ye do? | GOD, THE GIVER | | | | | | |
152a | My pretty flowers have come again | | | | | | | |
152b | O where, tell me where, has my dearest father gone? | | | | | | | |
153 | Who came from heaven to bleed and die? | | | | | | | |
154 | Enlisted in the cause of sin | [Enlisted in the cause of sin] | | | | | | |
155a | Our Father who art in heaven | [Our Father who art in heaven] | | | | | | |
155b | I'll never use tobacco, no! | | | | | | | |
156 | With joy we meet | INDEPENDENCE DAY | | | | | | |
157 | When the flow'rs are gaily blooming | WHEN THE FLOWERS | | | | | | |
158 | When shall we meet again? | [When shall we meet again?] | | | | | | |