# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
d2 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
d3 | Behold a royal wreath adorns | | | | | | | |
d4 | Behold the Savior of mankind | | | | | | | |
d5 | Bright little angels sing | | | | | | | |
d6 | Christian, see the joyous morning | | | | | | | |
d7 | Come sing the sacred story | | | | | | | |
d8 | Come sing to me of heaven | | | | | | | |
d9 | Come sinner to Jesus alone | | | | | | | |
d10 | Come to Jesus, be forgiven | | | | | | | |
d11 | Come youthful wanderers | | | | | | | |
d12 | Dear Sunday school, thou sacred place | | | | | | | |
d13 | Do no sinful action; Speak no angry word | | | | | | | |
d14 | Gather the lambs, that they be fed | | | | | | | |
d15 | Give me the cross, the blood stained cross | | | | | | | |
d16 | Go work in my vineyard, the laborers are few | | | | | | | |
d17 | God can hear my infant prayer | | | | | | | |
d18 | Greet the sunbeams, golden treasure | | | | | | | |
d19 | Hail, glorious light, scattered is night | | | | | | | |
d20 | Happy children here unite | | | | | | | |
d21 | Happy New Year, bells are ringing | | | | | | | |
d22 | Hark, the jubilant songs of the children | | | | | | | |
d23 | Hark, what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
d24 | Have you any room for Jesus, He who bore | | | | | | | |
d25 | He called them to his loving arms | | | | | | | |
d26 | Hear the little children sing | | | | | | | |
d27 | Hear what little ones were saying | | | | | | | |
d28 | Hear ye the voice of mercy still pleading | | | | | | | |
d29 | Heavenly Father I would pray come thou near | | | | | | | |
d30 | Home of my heart, where angels sing | | | | | | | |
d31 | I am so happy, Jesis doth love me | | | | | | | |
d32 | I lay my sins on Jesus | | | | | | | |
d33 | I love the church, the holy church, the Savior's spotless | | | | | | | |
d34 | I want to sing, as the children sing | | | | | | | |
d35 | I would not live alway [always], I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
d36 | In our Father's house are the mansions fair | | | | | | | |
d37 | In the morn, noon, or even | | | | | | | |
d38 | In this vale of tears and sorrow | | | | | | | |
d39 | Infant voices sweetly singing | | | | | | | |
d40 | I've a gem that kings might envy | | | | | | | |
d41 | Jesus is the living Vine | | | | | | | |
d42 | Jesus loves, the old, old story | | | | | | | |
d43 | Kind friends and strangers, ere we close | | | | | | | |
d44 | Kind friends, I came hither my mission to prove | | | | | | | |
d45 | Let others praise the ruby bright | | | | | | | |
d46 | Let the merry bells proclaim | | | | | | | |
d47 | Little children, can you tell | | | | | | | |
d48 | Lord, with childlike faith we come | | | | | | | |
d49 | Make my life a little light | | | | | | | |
d50 | Men of God, go take your stations | | | | | | | |
d51 | Must Jesus bear the [his] cross alone | | | | | | | |
d52 | O blessed Savior, can it be | | | | | | | |
d53 | O come, bring your hearts to Jesus | | | | | | | |
d54 | O comrades, fill no glass for me | | | | | | | |
d55 | O let us keep their memories green | | | | | | | |
d56 | Open the door for the children | | | | | | | |
d57 | Plead my cause, O blessed Savior | | | | | | | |
d58 | Praise the Lord, praise ye the Lord | | | | | | | |
d59 | Ring out, ring out, sweet silver bells | | | | | | | |
d60 | See, the glorious morn is breaking | | | | | | | |
d61 | Shepherd, while thy flocks are feeding | | | | | | | |
d62 | Sing of one who was born to earth | | | | | | | |
d63 | Sing of the Savior's love | | | | | | | |
d64 | Sing on, my soul, glad tidings of victory | | | | | | | |
d65 | Sinner, haste, the call obey | | | | | | | |
d66 | Slumber, gently slumber | | | | | | | |
d67 | Soft as the voice of an angel | | | | | | | |
d68 | Soldiers for whom the Savior died [bled] | | | | | | | |
d69 | Sowing their seed in the beautiful dawn | | | | | | | |
d70 | The voice of Jesus calls within | | | | | | | |
d71 | There's a beautiful land | | | | | | | |
d72 | There's a beautiful land, where the bright angels dwell | | | | | | | |
d73 | Thou God of battles, whose right arm | | | | | | | |
d74 | Thou shalt, O Lord, descend | | | | | | | |
d75 | 'Tis Jesus loves the little ones | | | | | | | |
d76 | To thee be glory, banner of the free | | | | | | | |
d77 | We are a little pilgrim band | | | | | | | |
d78 | We are traveling home in Jesus' name | | | | | | | |
d79 | We cannot as idlers stand | | | | | | | |
d80 | We come to thee, dear [sweet] Savior | | | | | | | |
d81 | Weep not, bowed down by grief and sin | | | | | | | |
d82 | When Pentecost had come | | | | | | | |
d83 | When the day of life is brightest | | | | | | | |
d84 | When the tempest high is raging as I sail | | | | | | | |
d85 | With joy we lift our eyes | | | | | | | |