# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | Abba, Father, God of love | | | | | | | |
d2 | Amid the blue and starry sky | | | | | | | |
d3 | As shadows cast by cloud and sun | | | | | | | |
d4 | As with gladness men of old | | | | | | | |
d5 | At thy feet, our God and Father | | | | | | | |
d6 | Blest land of Judea, thrice hallowed in [of] song | | | | | | | |
d7 | Blest Lord, who hungry thousands fed | | | | | | | |
d8 | Can a little child like me | | | | | | | |
d9 | Divine, eternal Word | | | | | | | |
d10 | Do the children know of Jesus, Over there, over there? | | | | | | | |
d11 | Ever, my Lord, with thee | | | | | | | |
d12 | Everywhere the groves are ringing | | | | | | | |
d13 | From thee, begetting sure conviction | | | | | | | |
d14 | Give us room that we may dwell | | | | | | | |
d15 | God of all, above and under | | | | | | | |
d16 | Great Ruler of the land and sea | | | | | | | |
d17 | Have we not all one Father | | | | | | | |
d18 | He that lay in lowly manger | | | | | | | |
d19 | Heaven is not reached by [at] a single bound | | | | | | | |
d20 | Here are partings and painful farewells | | | | | | | |
d21 | Here I labor, weak and lonely | | | | | | | |
d22 | Holy, holy, holy is the Lord, Sing O ye people | | | | | | | |
d23 | Hosannas were by children sung | | | | | | | |
d24 | How sweet the memory of those | | | | | | | |
d25 | I always love to prise thee, Lord | | | | | | | |
d26 | I often say my prayers, but do I ever pray | | | | | | | |
d27 | I sing the Shepherd of the sheep | | | | | | | |
d28 | I thank the goodness and the grace | | | | | | | |
d29 | It came upon the [a] midnight clear | | | | | | | |
d30 | Jesus is God, the glorious bands of holy angels | | | | | | | |
d31 | Jesus, when he left the sky | | | | | | | |
d32 | Lamb of God, I look to thee | | | | | | | |
d33 | Let us to Jehovah raise | | | | | | | |
d34 | Lift to him your hymns of laud | | | | | | | |
d35 | Lift up your heads, ye gates, swing wide | | | | | | | |
d36 | Little drops of water, little grains of sand | | | | | | | |
d37 | Little givers, come and bring | | | | | | | |
d38 | Little hearts, O Lord, may love thee | | | | | | | |
d39 | Little travelers Zionward, Each one entering | | | | | | | |
d40 | Lord, a little band, and lowly, We are come | | | | | | | |
d41 | Lord of all being, throned afar | | | | | | | |
d42 | Lord, visit thy forsaken race | | | | | | | |
d43 | Night's canopy over Judea now hung | | | | | | | |
d44 | Now lift we hymns of heartfelt praise | | | | | | | |
d45 | O beautiful and grand | | | | | | | |
d46 | O for a thousand tongues to sing my great [dear] Redeemer's praise | | | | | | | |
d47 | O God of sovereign grace | | | | | | | |
d48 | O holy father just and true | | | | | | | |
d49 | O life is strange, and full of change | | | | | | | |
d50 | O North, with all thy vales of green, O South with all thy palms | | | | | | | |
d51 | O'er the ocean is wafted the tremulous cry | | | | | | | |
d52 | Our Father, hear our longing prayer | | | | | | | |
d53 | Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings | | | | | | | |
d54 | Savior of the human race | | | | | | | |
d55 | Savior, teach me, day by day, love's sweet lesson to obey | | | | | | | |
d56 | See the rivers flowing downward to the sea | | | | | | | |
d57 | Set my anxious heart at rest | | | | | | | |
d58 | Take my life, and let it be, consecrated | | | | | | | |
d59 | Thank God for the Bible, 'tis there that we find | | | | | | | |
d60 | The lambs of Jesus, who are they but children | | | | | | | |
d61 | The memory of Jesus' name | | | | | | | |
d62 | The sweet prophetic voice | | | | | | | |
d63 | There is one spot where man may stand | | | | | | | |
d64 | They err who think that God is far | | | | | | | |
d65 | This book unfolds Jehovah's mind | | | | | | | |
d66 | Thou God of love, thy glories bright | | | | | | | |
d67 | Thus said [saith] Jesus, Go and do | | | | | | | |
d68 | Thy name, Almighty Lord [God], shall sound | | | | | | | |
d69 | We are children, happy children | | | | | | | |
d70 | We bring the bright pennies | | | | | | | |
d71 | We hail each return of the day of thy birth | | | | | | | |
d72 | What if the little rain drop should say | | | | | | | |
d73 | What means this glory round our feet | | | | | | | |
d74 | What sound is this, a song [sound] through heaven resounding | | | | | | | |
d75 | When Jesus speaks, so sweet the sound | | | | | | | |
d76 | Wicked hands, how sad the story | | | | | | | |
d77 | Ye messengers of God to men | | | | | | | |