# | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
d1 | Around the throne of God in heaven, thousands | | | | | | | |
d2 | Bearing our torches high | | | | | | | |
d3 | Bells are ringing, birds are winging | | | | | | | |
d4 | Beneath the banner of our Lord | | | | | | | |
d5 | Brightest and best of the summer | | | | | | | |
d6 | Can a little child like me | | | | | | | |
d7 | Cherish kindly feelings, children | | | | | | | |
d8 | Children, children, praise the Lord | | | | | | | |
d9 | Children, children speak the truth | | | | | | | |
d10 | Children, give your hearts to Jesus | | | | | | | |
d11 | Clap, clap, clap, as we stand erect and sing | | | | | | | |
d12 | Come ye now, one and all | | | | | | | |
d13 | Every minute while we live, Jesus careth for us | | | | | | | |
d14 | Give, said the little stream | | | | | | | |
d15 | Give thanks to God, the robins sing | | | | | | | |
d16 | God hath made the sunshine, God hath made the light | | | | | | | |
d17 | God make [made] my life a little light within the world | | | | | | | |
d18 | God sees the little sparrow fall | | | | | | | |
d19 | Hang your stocking by the fire | | | | | | | |
d20 | Happy greeting now we sing | | | | | | | |
d21 | Help us, O help us dear Savior | | | | | | | |
d22 | Here we are, don't leave us out | | | | | | | |
d23 | I am but a penny, penny | | | | | | | |
d24 | I believe in God above, I believe in his great love | | | | | | | |
d25 | I have a Father in the promised land | | | | | | | |
d26 | I have learned a text from the Bible: Children, | | | | | | | |
d27 | I love my heavenly Father from whom all blessings come | | | | | | | |
d28 | I love to come to Sunday school | | | | | | | |
d29 | I love to sing of Jesus' love, so wonderful | | | | | | | |
d30 | I think, when I read that [the] sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
d31 | I'm a little pilgrim, and I'll march along | | | | | | | |
d32 | In bright autumn days, with blessings so rare | | | | | | | |
d33 | In our Bible sixty six good books | | | | | | | |
d34 | It came upon the [a] midnight clear | | | | | | | |
d35 | I've two little hands to work for Jesus | | | | | | | |
d36 | Jesus bids us shine, first of all for him | | | | | | | |
d37 | Jesus bids us shine with a pure, clear [clear, pure] light | | | | | | | |
d38 | Jesus, can a child like me | | | | | | | |
d39 | Jesus, gentle Savior, Hear me as I pray | | | | | | | |
d40 | Jesus, gentle Savior, hear thy little child | | | | | | | |
d41 | Jesus gives us sunshine | | | | | | | |
d42 | Jesus is my dearest Friend, and he loves | | | | | | | |
d43 | Jesus is the Friend of children | | | | | | | |
d44 | Jesus, list to us as we pray | | | | | | | |
d45 | Jesus loves me, this I know, For the Bible | | | | | | | |
d46 | Jesus loves the children dear, loves to have them | | | | | | | |
d47 | Jesus, precious Savior, hear me when I pray | | | | | | | |
d48 | Jesus, precious Savior, we would give to thee | | | | | | | |
d49 | Jesus sees me everyday, when I work | | | | | | | |
d50 | Joyfully, joyfully sing of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d51 | Listen, mothers, while we sing | | | | | | | |
d52 | Little feet may find the pathway | | | | | | | |
d53 | Little words of kindness whispered soft and low | | | | | | | |
d54 | Long ago on Christmas night | | | | | | | |
d55 | Love me first, our God did say | | | | | | | |
d56 | Marching on, marching on in our pleasant Sunday school | | | | | | | |
d57 | Now our lessons all are done, and before we homeward run | | | | | | | |
d58 | O bravely we'll march on to Zion | | | | | | | |
d59 | O children's day, farewell, farewell | | | | | | | |
d60 | O come, all ye faithful, Joyful and triumphant | | | | | | | |
d61 | O let us make a garden | | | | | | | |
d62 | O little town of Bethlehem, How still we see | | | | | | | |
d63 | O ring the bells with joy today | | | | | | | |
d64 | O tell to the children across the dark wave | | | | | | | |
d65 | O won't you be a Christian | | | | | | | |
d66 | On a glad Sabbath morning when the bells are ringing | | | | | | | |
d67 | Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, With the cross | | | | | | | |
d68 | Our Father in heaven we hallow thy name | | | | | | | |
d69 | Our mothers dear, our mothers dear, their praise we sing | | | | | | | |
d70 | Our pennies, our pennies are dropping | | | | | | | |
d71 | Our Sabbath school is over now | | | | | | | |
d72 | Right foot, left foot, merrily we go | | | | | | | |
d73 | Shall classmates, teacher be forgot | | | | | | | |
d74 | Singing, marching, like a little soldier band | | | | | | | |
d75 | Spread the news of Jesus' love | | | | | | | |
d76 | Take care of what you say | | | | | | | |
d77 | The children are sleeping, snug in their beds | | | | | | | |
d78 | The golden rule is Jesus' rule | | | | | | | |
d79 | The little wren is singing | | | | | | | |
d80 | The Lord my Shepherd is, I shall be well supplied | | | | | | | |
d81 | The north wind doth blow, and we shall have snow | | | | | | | |
d82 | The sweetest words I have ever read | | | | | | | |
d83 | These two little hands were given | | | | | | | |
d84 | This is the sweetest story, wonderful, strange | | | | | | | |
d85 | 'Tis Children's Day, 'tis Children's Day | | | | | | | |
d86 | 'Tis God who makes the dainty flowers | | | | | | | |
d87 | Twinkle, twinkle little star, shining, shining from afar | | | | | | | |
d88 | Very grateful children we | | | | | | | |
d89 | We are happy children, walking in the light | | | | | | | |
d90 | We love to praise the Savior's name | | | | | | | |
d91 | We will sing and be glad | | | | | | | |
d92 | We're a band of temperance children | | | | | | | |
d93 | We're coming, we're coming to Jesus | | | | | | | |
d94 | We're glad we've come to Sunday school | | | | | | | |
d95 | When I can read the Bible, the story I will find | | | | | | | |
d96 | When little children let sinful thoughts glow | | | | | | | |
d97 | While Easter bells are ringing | | | | | | | |
d98 | Why do bells at Christmas ring | | | | | | | |