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d1 | All glory, laud, and honor to thee, Redeemer, King | | | | | | | |
d2 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
d3 | Angel [Angels], roll the rock [stone] away | | | | | | | |
d4 | Another day of school is past | | | | | | | |
d5 | Apples mellow, pumpkins yellow | | | | | | | |
d6 | Away in a [the] manger, no crib | | | | | | | |
d7 | Beautiful Savior, King of creation | | | | | | | |
d8 | Brightly beams our Father's mercy | | | | | | | |
d9 | Children, children speak the truth | | | | | | | |
d10 | Christ the [our] Lord is [has] risen today, [Alleluia] [Sons of men] | | | | | | | |
d11 | Come, thou almighty King, Help us thy name to sing | | | | | | | |
d12 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
d13 | Come to the Savior, make no delay | | | | | | | |
d14 | Dwell in me, O blessed Spirit | | | | | | | |
d15 | Each little flower that opens | | | | | | | |
d16 | Faith of our fathers, living still [faith] | | | | | | | |
d17 | Far and near the fields are teeming | | | | | | | |
d18 | Father, bless thy Word to me | | | | | | | |
d19 | Father, we thank thee [you] for the night | | | | | | | |
d20 | For the fruit upon the tree | | | | | | | |
d21 | Give me the Bible, star of gladness gleaming | | | | | | | |
d22 | Give, said the little stream | | | | | | | |
d23 | God hath made the sunshine, God hath made the light | | | | | | | |
d24 | God is always near me, Hearing what I say | | | | | | | |
d25 | God is good to us, dear children | | | | | | | |
d26 | God is in his holy temple, On this holy Sabbath day | | | | | | | |
d27 | God sees the little sparrow fall | | | | | | | |
d28 | Guard, my child, thy tongue | | | | | | | |
d29 | Hark, the herald angels sing, glory to the newborn King | | | | | | | |
d30 | Hark, the voice of Jesus crying Who will go and work today | | | | | | | |
d31 | Hark 'tis the Shepherd's voice I hear | | | | | | | |
d32 | Hear the church bells sweetly ringing | | | | | | | |
d33 | Ho, my comrades, see the signal waving | | | | | | | |
d34 | Holy Bible, book divine, Precious treasure, thou art mine | | | | | | | |
d35 | Holy, holy, holy is the Lord, Sing O ye people | | | | | | | |
d36 | Holy Spirit, hear us, Help us while we sing [pray] | | | | | | | |
d37 | How strong and sweet my Father's care | | | | | | | |
d38 | Humble praises, holy Jesus, Infant voices raise | | | | | | | |
d39 | I am so glad that our [my] Father [Savior] in heaven | | | | | | | |
d40 | I belong to Jesus, I am not my own | | | | | | | |
d41 | I have two hands to work for Jesus, I've one | | | | | | | |
d42 | I hear the Savior say, thy strength indeed is small | | | | | | | |
d43 | I love to tell the story of unseen things above | | | | | | | |
d44 | I think, when I read that [the] sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
d45 | I washed my hands this morning | | | | | | | |
d46 | I will make you fishers of men | | | | | | | |
d47 | In loving kindness Jesus came | | | | | | | |
d48 | In the temple, in the temple Stood a little boy | | | | | | | |
d49 | It may not be on the mountain [mountain's] height, Or over the stormy sea | | | | | | | |
d50 | Jesus bids us shine with a pure, clear [clear, pure] light | | | | | | | |
d51 | Jesus, from thy throne [home] on high | | | | | | | |
d52 | Jesus, keep me near the cross | | | | | | | |
d53 | Jesus loves me, this I know, For the Bible | | | | | | | |
d54 | Jesus, Savior, pilot me | | | | | | | |
d55 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
d56 | Jesus, tender shepherd, hear us | | | | | | | |
d57 | Jesus wants me for a sunbeam | | | | | | | |
d58 | Joy to the world, the Lord is [has] come | | | | | | | |
d59 | Joys are flowing like a river | | | | | | | |
d60 | Just as I am, without one plea, But [Save] that thy blood | | | | | | | |
d61 | Keep thou the door of my lips | | | | | | | |
d62 | Little children, can you tell | | | | | | | |
d63 | Little children, praise the Lord | | | | | | | |
d64 | Little lambs so white and fair | | | | | | | |
d65 | Little soldiers of Jesus | | | | | | | |
d66 | Little stars are shining | | | | | | | |
d67 | Little words of kindness whispered soft and low | | | | | | | |
d68 | Long ago the glorious Christmas star | | | | | | | |
d69 | Lord, I pray, if today some should wrong or trouble me | | | | | | | |
d70 | Lord, teach a [this] little child to pray | | | | | | | |
d71 | Low in the grave he lay, Jesus, my Savior | | | | | | | |
d72 | Master, the tempest is raging | | | | | | | |
d73 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
d74 | Now the day is over, Night is drawing nigh | | | | | | | |
d75 | O be careful little eyes what you see | | | | | | | |
d76 | O come, all ye faithful, Joyful and triumphant | | | | | | | |
d77 | O little town of Bethlehem, How still we see | | | | | | | |
d78 | O see the sky, so blue, so high | | | | | | | |
d79 | O there are many songs to sing | | | | | | | |
d80 | O worship the King, all glorious above | | | | | | | |
d81 | Once in royal David's city stood a lowly cattle shed | | | | | | | |
d82 | One day when heaven was filled with his praises | | | | | | | |
d83 | Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, With the cross | | | | | | | |
d84 | Praise him, praise him, all ye little children | | | | | | | |
d85 | Rock-a-bye birdie, up in your nest | | | | | | | |
d86 | Savior, like a shepherd lead us | | | | | | | |
d87 | See the farmer sow the [his] seed | | | | | | | |
d88 | Sing them over again to me, wonderful words of life | | | | | | | |
d89 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
d90 | Standing by a purpose true | | | | | | | |
d91 | Take time to be holy | | | | | | | |
d92 | Tell me the story of Jesus, write on my heart | | | | | | | |
d93 | The whole world was lost in the darkness of sin | | | | | | | |
d94 | There is a name I love to hear, I love to sing [speak] its worth | | | | | | | |
d95 | There is a place of quiet rest, near to the heart of God | | | | | | | |
d96 | There was [is] one who was willing to die in my stead | | | | | | | |
d97 | There were ninety and nine that [who] safely lay | | | | | | | |
d98 | There's a song in the air, there's a star in the sky | | | | | | | |
d99 | There's not a Friend like the lowly Jesus | | | | | | | |
d100 | This is my Father's world, And to my list'ning ears | | | | | | | |