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d1 | A giddy lamb, one afternoon | | | | | | | |
d2 | A little girl with a happy look | | | | | | | |
d3 | A little robin built a nest | | | | | | | |
d4 | A sun has risen on the world | | | | | | | |
d5 | Amid the blue and starry sky | | | | | | | |
d6 | And now to all goodnight | | | | | | | |
d7 | Angry looks can do no good | | | | | | | |
d8 | Angry words are lightly spoken | | | | | | | |
d9 | B patient, B prayerful, B humble, B mild | | | | | | | |
d10 | Be good, little children, your mother will say | | | | | | | |
d11 | Be kind to thy [your] father, for when thou [you] wert [wast] [were] young | | | | | | | |
d12 | Children all, both great and small | | | | | | | |
d13 | Children of Jerusalem sang the praise | | | | | | | |
d14 | Come, children ere we part | | | | | | | |
d15 | Come, let us sing of Jesus, While hearts and accents blend | | | | | | | |
d16 | Come, let us sweetly sing, join in full chorus | | | | | | | |
d17 | Come to our Sabbath School | | | | | | | |
d18 | Come to the mercy seat, Come to the place | | | | | | | |
d19 | Come youthful sinners, come | | | | | | | |
d20 | Dear little sister, how do you do | | | | | | | |
d21 | Dear mother, I ask for my father in vain | | | | | | | |
d22 | Don't you hear the school bell ringing | | | | | | | |
d23 | Each flower holds up a dainty cup | | | | | | | |
d24 | Enlisted into the cause of sin | | | | | | | |
d25 | Escape from mortal anguish | | | | | | | |
d26 | Get up early! time is precious | | | | | | | |
d27 | Go thou, in life's fair morning | | | | | | | |
d28 | Go to my mother, And tell her | | | | | | | |
d29 | Go to thy rest, my [dear] [fair] child | | | | | | | |
d30 | Good night, little birds, I am going to bed | | | | | | | |
d31 | Happy are the children whose God is the Lord | | | | | | | |
d32 | Happy birds are on the wing | | | | | | | |
d33 | Hark, the pealing, softly stealing | | | | | | | |
d34 | Haste thee, school boy, haste away | | | | | | | |
d35 | Help me to praise thy name | | | | | | | |
d36 | Her dimpled hands were clasped in prayer | | | | | | | |
d37 | Here o'er the earth as a stranger I roam | | | | | | | |
d38 | Here we suffer grief and pain; Here we meet to part again | | | | | | | |
d39 | Here we throng to praise the Savior | | | | | | | |
d40 | Home, Home, can I forget thee | | | | | | | |
d41 | How doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour | | | | | | | |
d42 | How pleasant is the Sabbath school | | | | | | | |
d43 | How pleasant thus to dwell below | | | | | | | |
d44 | How precious is the story | | | | | | | |
d45 | How should children spend the day | | | | | | | |
d46 | How sweet is the Sabbath, the morning [season] of rest | | | | | | | |
d47 | I had a faithful mother | | | | | | | |
d48 | I hear thee speak of the better land | | | | | | | |
d49 | I love the Sunday school | | | | | | | |
d50 | I think, when I read that [the] sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
d51 | I walked in a field of fresh clover this morn | | | | | | | |
d52 | I want to be an angel, and with the angels stand | | | | | | | |
d53 | I wish I were a moutain lark | | | | | | | |
d54 | I'll away, I'll away like a pleasant boy | | | | | | | |
d55 | I'll never use tobacco | | | | | | | |
d56 | I'm a lonely traveler here | | | | | | | |
d57 | I'm a pilgrim and I'm a stranger, I can tarry | | | | | | | |
d58 | Improve the passing hours | | | | | | | |
d59 | In peace with all the world | | | | | | | |
d60 | In the school room while we stay | | | | | | | |
d61 | It only seems like yesterday | | | | | | | |
d62 | It was a blessed summer's day | | | | | | | |
d63 | I've got a penny dear mamma | | | | | | | |
d64 | Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior | | | | | | | |
d65 | Jesus, Lord, to thee I pray | | | | | | | |
d66 | Jesus, tender shepherd, hear us | | | | | | | |
d67 | Join in a chorus | | | | | | | |
d68 | Join we in chorus, freedom to praise | | | | | | | |
d69 | Joy, joy, through all the land | | | | | | | |
d70 | Joyfully, joyfully, onward I [we] move | | | | | | | |
d71 | Know ye the place where we gather each day | | | | | | | |
d72 | Let each one love the other | | | | | | | |
d73 | Let the children come unto me, Once on earth | | | | | | | |
d74 | Let us love one another, for life's gliding by | | | | | | | |
d75 | Like mist on the mountain | | | | | | | |
d76 | Little children, love each other, Is the blessed Savior's rule | | | | | | | |
d77 | Little children, love the Savior | | | | | | | |
d78 | Little drops of water, little grains of sand | | | | | | | |
d79 | Little schoolmates can you tell | | | | | | | |
d80 | Little Willy stood under an apple tree | | | | | | | |
d81 | Littlle travelers Zionward Each one entering | | | | | | | |
d82 | Lo the heavens are breaking | | | | | | | |
d83 | Lord, this night I come to own all | | | | | | | |
d84 | Morn amid the mountains | | | | | | | |
d85 | Mother, how still the baby lies | | | | | | | |
d86 | Music, 'tis sweet to every ear | | | | | | | |
d87 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
d88 | My days of youth, though not from folly free | | | | | | | |
d89 | My dear little pillow, so nice | | | | | | | |
d90 | My father, my mother, I know | | | | | | | |
d91 | My hands, how nicely they are made | | | | | | | |
d92 | My pretty flowers have come again | | | | | | | |
d93 | Never say, I can't, my dear | | | | | | | |
d94 | Never the drunkard's drink | | | | | | | |
d95 | None is like God, who reigns above | | | | | | | |
d96 | Now is it not a pity | | | | | | | |
d97 | Now to heaven our prayer [prayers] [cry] ascending | | | | | | | |
d98 | O children, come, and look at me | | | | | | | |
d99 | O come, let us sing, our youthful hearts | | | | | | | |
d100 | O glorious rest, there joys sublime | | | | | | | |